All Chapters of My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The world was still a blur of exhaustion and wonder when I opened my eyes to the sound of tiny cries. My body ached in ways I never thought possible, every muscle pulled thin and trembling from the storm I’d been through, but the sound of those little voices my children’s voices was enough to make it all worth it.I turned my head, groggy but alert, and there they were. Two bundles wrapped snugly in soft blankets, cradled carefully in Joey’s arms. She looked exhausted too, her hair mussed. but her smile was radiant as she lowered the babies toward me. Joey had wanted me to rest and get some sleep before the kids woke up. But now she looks like she needs it more than I did.Devon’s hand closed over mine, large and steady, grounding me. He crouched close to the bed, his face a mixture of exhaustion and joy. He's been so happy since the birth of the twins and I can't blame him, I'm over the moon myself.Devon leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then each tiny head in turn. His ha

The council hall was already buzzing when Devon and I walked in. The long stone table at the center was surrounded by warriors, advisors, elders, and trusted pack members. The air itself seemed to vibrate with tension, heavy with the knowledge that Elias was not done with us. His retreat after Levi’s death had not been surrender, it had been a promise. A delay. A gathering storm.I squeezed Devon’s hand as we stepped forward, and though his expression remained impassive, the small flex of his fingers around mine told me everything. He knew the stakes. He knew what was at risk. He knew what I was feeling, the way my heart still raced whenever the thought of Elias surfaced, the way my arms instinctively tightened around our twins whenever they stirred.The hall quieted as Devon took his seat at the head of the table. I sat just to his right, Joey behind me like a silent shadow. For a moment, no one moved. Then Garret, one of the senior warriors, slammed his fist against the table.“We c

Devon’s absence sat heavy in the air, like the house itself missed him. I paced our chambers more times than I could count, The twins shifted beside me, Their movements reminded me of him of his promise to protect them, of the way he always bent his head close and whispered to them as though they already understood. But he wasn’t here. He had walked out into the night, carrying his mother’s pendant and his father’s betrayal, carrying all of us, and left me with silence. I knew why he had to go. I had encouraged him to. We can’t stand alone forever, Devon. But knowing and feeling were two different things. Fear slithered through me when the nights stretched long. What if those alphas he sought betrayed him? What if they killed him before he could even speak? What if Elias found out? Joey tried to distract me, bless her heart. She’d bring little games to the hearth, cards and guessing games, even riddles that made the women in the pack laugh. But when the laughter died, the spa

The afternoon lay soft over the packhouse a thin, misleading lull like the breath held before a storm. Addy let herself be fooled by it for a few moments, because she could not live every second in coiled readiness. The twins were against her chest under a worn blanket, their tiny chests rising and falling in time. Joey sat nearby, eyes flicking to the nursery door, knitting in her hands though she wasn’t really making anything. Laughter leaked from the training yards where warriors tuned their bodies against one another, and even the elders’ voices sounded less like arguing and more like comfort.It was ordinary, and that ordinariness was a small, stubborn kind of miracle.She smelled it first a copper tang riding the air, a wrongness threaded through the wind. Addy’s throat tightened. Her wolf pricked up before her human mind pieced it together: other wolves, many of them, too near and moving with purpose. Not a scouting drift of scent but the concentrated pressure of predators on a

Devon moved like a storm. The remnants of the rogue attack were being swept away by his pack – a grim, efficient process of tending to the wounded and securing the perimeter. But Devon himself was already gone, a blur of lethal intent racing north. His elite guard, a hand-picked cadre of wolves as lethal and focused as their Alpha, followed in his wake, their minds a unified current of aggression.Hold them. Stay alive. I am coming. Adriana’s thought had been a beacon in the heart of the chaos, a lifeline he had clung to. Now, he was coming for her, for them. Elias had sent his pawns, but Elias had made a grave mistake. He had threatened what was his. He had threatened her.The scent of the rogues was a thick, cloying stain on the wind, easily picked up by his heightened senses. They had scattered, as expected, but their leader had been specific. There was a trail, a scent of desperation mixed with something else – a practiced ruthlessness that spoke of more than mere scaven