Semua Bab MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS: Bab 101 - Bab 110

BROOKSHis mouth devoured mine. Open, heated, consuming. Our tongues tangled, slick and hungry, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling out between us. Every sound only seemed to fuel him more. His lips left mine only to drag down my jaw, my throat, sucking bruises into my skin like he wanted to brand me his in ways no one could erase.“I’ve always wanted you,” he muttered hoarsely between fevered kisses, his breath hot against my lips. “From the second you walked into my bar. Long before you became my fucking stepsister, Brooks, I wanted you. Needed you.”My back hit the wall with a thud, but I didn’t care. I gasped as he pressed his forehead against mine, voice a raw snarl.“I killed for you,” he growled. “Do you hear me? Killed. And I’ll do it again, over and over, for anyone who thinks they can take you from me.”The darkness in his words should have terrified me. Instead, it sent a wicked thrill straight to my core. My moan was breathless, reckless.“Yes…”He growled low in his

STEPHANThe moment I stepped into the mansion, her scent dragged through my chest like claws. I had been hunting her every damn second since the mate bond snapped into place, craving her like an addict. But this time… it wasn’t just her scent.It was the bond.And it was screaming filth at me.The second I crossed the threshold, I felt it, her moans vibrating in my skull, Heath’s grunts mingling with her sobs of pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing like a curse straight through the mate bond. I didn’t need to see it. My wolf forced it into me, every squelch of her dripping cunt as Heath slammed into her, every scream of his name when she broke apart around him. It was like I was being fucked through the bond while I stood there helpless.My hands shook. My vision blurred. Rage erupted so violently inside me that I thought I’d combust on the spot.I stormed up the stairs, each step a drumbeat of fury, until I kicked the bedroom door wide open.And there they were.Tangled

ZADEFor a long moment, it was just silence between us, two wolves staring across the grand chamber, neither blinking. Then her lips curved wider, blooming into that smile I knew too well, sweet, poisonous, impossible to resist.“Well,” she said softly, spreading her arms, “aren’t you going to give your mother a hug?”The corner of my mouth tugged despite myself. Some habits never died. I closed the distance, and when her arms slid around me, it was warm, suffocating, familiar. She smelled of rosewood and smoke, like a hearth fire laced with blood.“You’ve been a stranger,” she chided as she pulled back, tapping her finger lightly against my jaw as if scolding a child. “Neglecting me? After all I’ve done?”“Never that,” I said, lips twitching into a small smile. “I’ve just been… busy. You did give me an assignment, remember?”“Ah, yes,” Her eyes gleamed. “The Dalton-Romano girl.”“Brooks,” I said, letting the name roll off my tongue carefully, deliberately casual. “I befriended her.

BROOKSWe arrived at Zade’s condo, and he carried me to the sofa, sitting me down. He moved around the apartment, the soft sound of his footsteps reminding me that he was still here, still present. Always present.I tried not to let my mind wander, but the past hours kept replaying in my head, the attack, the fear, Zade showing up just in time, and the strange feeling of relief I felt in his arms. Zade returned a moment later, holding the first aid kit in his hands. His expression was focused, a little distant, as if trying to block out whatever emotions were rattling around inside him. He knelt in front of me, setting the kit on the floor before he looked up at me.“This might hurt but I need you to hold still for me, okay?” he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. I wasn’t sure what to say so I just nodded.Zade gently parted my legs so that he could kneel in between them, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he began to tend to the cuts and bruises on knee.My mind drif

BROOKSZade didn’t let up. He buried his mouth deeper, groaning into me like he’d been starving, like I was the only thing that could keep him alive. His head shook side to side, his nose dragging hard against my folds until I was convulsing beneath him. The filthy sounds of him feasting on me filled the room, obscene and wet.“God, you taste so good,” he growled against me before diving back in, his tongue fucking me, licking me open, then circling my clit with maddening precision.With a cry, my hands clawed at his hair, yanking him closer. But every time I tried to move, he pinned me down harder, his big hands gripping my thighs, holding me wide open for his mouth.And he never broke eye contact. Those dark, wild eyes locked on mine while he devoured me like it was his sole purpose on earth.“Zade, please. I can’t—” I sobbed, shaking, my body wound so tight I thought I’d snap in half.He only moaned in response, sucking my clit into his mouth so hard I screamed. My back bowed, my