All Chapters of Bound To My Four Step Brothers : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Thalia's POVMy broken phone screen sparkled on the shiny glass floor. It was as broken as my heart. "You're not serious," I said. My voice was even, empty of the tears I'd just cried. My fight with Ryan was over. Now, so was our relationship. "Your creepy werewolf sons live there."My stepdad, Robert, didn't even look at the phone. He gritted his jaw instead. His eyes narrowed as he scowled at me across his fancy living room. "Watch your mouth, Thalia," he snapped.His voice was sharp. He never liked me calling them that. He sounded annoyed. "They're not wolves. They're—troubled. And you will go. Your mother and I talked about it."I snorted. It was a sharp, snapping sound. I wasn't concerned with their "decisions." My mother, Dr. Evelyn Vance, famous plant expert, cared more about plants than my broken heart. And Robert, her new husband who is a “different”, had more secrets than a jungle. When the two of them teamed up, there was no arguing with them. So, here I was, being shipp

Thalia's POVWhat just happened? Who was that dude in the video? And a half-billion dollars given to charity?What in the world were these guys actually doing? I managed to get out and away from the intensity of the cyber lair a few moments later. My head reeled with new questions, the peculiarity of it all. I retreated to my nauseatingly pink bedroom, and had to escape from the brothers' disturbing presence. The next day, I woke up to an empty home, a somber contrast to the storm brewing within me. I dressed, pushing myself into a semblance of normalcy, and went downstairs. The living room, a large and sparsely decorated but somehow cozy space, was empty. A great, streamlined TV screen was mounted on one wall, showing a muted news channel.I walked over to it, attracted by the gentle hum of voices. The anchor was discussing global economic trends, dry stuff. I poured myself a cup of coffee from one of the several pots on a gleaming counter and settled onto a plush leather couc

Thalia's POVA raw, keening scream tore from my lips, a sound I barely recognized as my own. The phone slipped from my numbed hand, dropping onto the floor. The betrayal shocked me with a ferocity that overwhelmed even the fear of the Lunar Surge. At that moment I forgot everything.My broken world crumbled, breaking into a million jagged pieces. Tears flooded, scalding and bitter, streaming down my face in a torrent that could not be contained. My shoulders shook, and I covered my face with my hands and sobbed, raw, heart-wrenching noises that echoed in the spacious room.After hours of crying my eyes out, I decided to go out.I simply needed to breathe, so I stood up from the bed. Of course I needed to be somewhere, anywhere but where I was because, it was as though this room held another torture.I stumbled out, blindly moving through the vacant corridors, seeking only the most distant, most desolate corner of this oppressive building.My feet led me down a lesser-used hallway,

Thalia's POVI stared at my phone's black screen, the ring tone a hollow buzz in my ear. She hung up. My own mother, my last hope, just hung up on me. She knew. She knew what they were. She knew of the Surge. And she had left me here, to be "kept safe" by men losing their minds—men who had already handled me both terrifyingly and thrillingly.The morning air grazed my bare skin the moment I moved. I lay sprawled in my sheets, the remnants of the dream—or not-dream—last night a hot flush on my skin. I fought the foggy memory of Jax's hand.A soft tap on my door gave me a start."Thalia?" Milo's voice. unexpectedly gentle. "Are you still sleeping?”Panic set in. I was naked under my thin nightgown, the chill already prickling at my nipples. No time to dress."Coming," I bellowed out, my voice shaking.I crept to the door and flung it open, trying to get myself under control.My eyes met Milo. His soft masculine features. His hair was a mess like he just woke up from a battle in the drea

Thalia's POVThe last bite of cold toast tasted like ash in my mouth. My stomach roiled, not from the hunger, but at the knot of fear that had developed with every sentence uttered. I was their "anomaly," their "human lie detector," their "meal.”"Alright," Blaze's voice shattered the silence. "Let's go. No time to waste."He rose from the table, and they all did, I also rose, my own legs feeling heavy, almost unwilling to move. Milo was behind me first, he placed a careless hand at the small of my back, nudging me towards a wide, dark passageway I hadn't seen until then. His touch, even though it was harmless sent a familiar, uneasy shiver down my spine.This passage was dark today unlike before when I had passed through it. The reason for all switching off the brightness was best known to them, I had no business with it.We finally got to the room. And unlike what I predicted? The room was black. Not dark, but a deep, ink-like blackness that seemed to absorb all light. The only illu