All Chapters of My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The sun crept slowly over the horizon, washing the blood-soaked earth in shades of gold and amber. The courtyard, which only hours ago had rung with snarls and screams, now lay eerily quiet. The scent of iron still hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint smoke of torches burned to stubs.Adriana stood at the balcony window of their chambers, staring down at the aftermath below. Her arms wrapped around herself, her skin prickling at the memory of the night’s violence. The ground was still scarred dark stains where bodies had fallen, grooves in the dirt where wolves had clashed with primal fury.Kyle’s corpse was gone. Devon had ordered it dragged from the pack lands before dawn, its presence too poisonous to remain here. But the image lingered in her mind the madness in his eyes, the sound of his voice as he screamed that she belonged to him. She shuddered, pressing her forehead to the cool glass.The door behind her creaked softly.“Addy.”Devon’s voice was low, rough from the

I never thought the day would come when I would stand face-to-face with the woman who destroyed me, not with trembling knees or a broken heart, but with fire burning steady under my skin.Leila.My step-sister.The one who had smiled sweetly in front of others, pretending to love me while throwing me into the dirt behind closed doors. The one who mated with Kyle, my so-called mate, and locked me in a dungeon as punishment for existing. The one who laughed when my screams echoed through stone walls, and who never told me I had been carrying a child when she ripped it away from me with her cruelty.And here she was, standing in my pack’s courtyard, lips curled into that same smile I had once believed.The guards had already surrounded her, but none moved. They knew who she was now. They knew the truth. They looked at me, waiting not for orders, but for a sign of what I would choose to do.For once, all eyes weren’t questioning my worth. They were acknowledging it.“Addy,” Leila breathed

The heat from Devon’s body pressed against mine was overwhelming, lingering in every nerve. My skin still tingled from the way he claimed me, but it wasn’t just physical. There was a calm beneath the storm of desire, a steady warmth in his hands, in the way his lips traced every inch of my face, my neck, my shoulders. I shivered against him, letting myself melt into the protective weight of him, though part of me still trembled from Leila’s last words.“She’ll bring someone else next time,” I whispered to myself, the memory of that cold, calculating tone still clinging to my chest. I hated the way it rattled me, the way my stomach knotted with fear that history could repeat itself. But Devon’s arms tightened around me, firm and grounding, and I let out a shaky breath, letting some of that tension slip away.“You’re safe now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “I’ve got you. No one touches you while I’m here.”I pressed my face into his chest, letting the warmth seep in

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. I could feel its warmth against my skin, but it wasn’t enough to shake off the tension that had settled in my body. Since the attack with Elias, Levi, and Patricia, I had been hyper-aware of my limits, especially now with the baby growing inside me. I knew I couldn’t push too hard, yet the fire within me throbbed impatiently, begging for release.Devon was already awake, seated cross-legged on the floor beside the bed. His eyes tracked every small movement I made as I stretched cautiously. I could feel his energy radiating toward me, calm but firm, like the anchor I needed. He didn’t speak at first; he simply watched, and that was enough to ground me.“Ready?” he asked finally, his voice low, almost a whisper, as if he didn’t want to break the quiet magic of the morning.I nodded, swallowing hard. “I think so,” I said, though my voice trembled slightly. The truth was, I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t trained li

The courtyard was alive with laughter. Children darted past in bursts of giggles, their bare feet thumping against the packed earth, mothers calling out encouragements as little bodies raced around. I hadn’t heard this kind of sound in so long unrestrained joy, simple and pure and it washed over me like sunlight warming my skin.Joey tugged at my hand, her face bright with mischief. “Come on, Addy! You’re not getting out of this one just because you’ve got a belly.” She poked at my small bump with exaggerated care.I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re terrible, Joey. I can’t exactly sprint.”“Who said sprint? We’ll do teams. You just need to cheer. Or” her eyes glinted mischievously, “be the judge.”The mothers had gathered near the edges, some with little ones perched on their hips, others holding baskets of fruit they’d brought to share. Devon leaned against a low stone wall at the far side, arms crossed, watching with that steady gaze of his. His lips quirked, soft and knowing, like