Semua Bab My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The night felt heavier than usual. The air carried the bitter smell of blood and smoke even though the warriors had already pushed the last of the rogues far from the borders. I sat on the steps of the pack house, my knees pulled to my chest, watching the warriors return one by one. None of them carried injuries that would linger. That was the thing about Devon’s pack, they weren’t weak. These were men and women trained to fight wars, not skirmishes.And yet, tonight felt different.I could feel their eyes on me. Not sharp with hate or anger like before, not filled with suspicion either, but something else. Guilt. Shame. Maybe even regret.Devon hadn’t left my side since the fight ended. His hand rested on my shoulder, steady, grounding me. He looked at the warriors with that Alpha stare that made them lower their eyes instantly. No one dared whisper, no one dared sneer. The silence around us spoke louder than anything.Finally, Elder Marcus stepped forward. His gray hair was plastere

I woke up sore in places I did not even know could ache. The training with Joey had pushed me harder than the night before and my muscles complained with every move. It felt good in a way, like proof that I was changing, growing into something that could stand beside Devon. Things had been good and quiet around the pack after Levi's threat.We ate quickly in the quiet of our room. Devon watched me the whole time, his eyes never leaving my hands. They looked normal enough, but under the skin something restless lived. A heat that throbbed and hummed, like a small engine running just below the surface. I could feel it in my chest, like a coal that refused to cool.Joey met us at the clearing, grinning like she already knew she would make me pay. “Today we work footwork,” she said, tossing me a practice stick. “You need balance if you’re going to keep that fire under control.”“Footwork?” I repeated, but she already had my back. “Then I will learn footwork.”We moved through the drills a

We were still tangled up in the sheets when the first light came in through the window. Devon had his arm draped lazily across my waist, his chest warm against my back. I shifted a little and he groaned like I had just stolen his favorite thing in the world.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was thick with sleep.“I need to breathe, Devon.” I laughed softly but he only pulled me tighter, burying his face in my neck.“You can breathe just fine right here.” His lips brushed my skin and I shivered. He always did that when he wanted to distract me.“You’re impossible.” I tried to sound annoyed but my voice betrayed me. His hand slid lower on my waist and I knew he was smirking.“You love it.” He tilted my chin back and kissed me, slow at first then deeper until I couldn’t think of anything but him. My body reacted before my mind could catch up and I melted into him.When he rolled me onto my back, I didn’t resist. His mouth trailed down my throat, his hands teasing until I arch

The fire inside me hadn’t stopped since training. Even after Devon left me to rest, my body still hummed like I was standing in the center of a storm. I curled into the sheets, staring at the faint glow of my skin in the dark. It flickered on and off like a warning light, refusing to settle.When sleep finally dragged me under, it wasn’t peaceful.I was back at the border. The forest was thick with shadows, and the wind carried the scent of blood. Wolves lay all on the ground, dead, broken and silent, and in the center of it all stood Kyle. His grin was sharp, his eyes burning with hunger that wasn’t human.“You can’t hide, Adriana,” his voice echoed, low and cruel. “I’ll always find you. Even your mate won’t save you.”Behind him, the trees twisted unnaturally, roots bleeding black fire. A howl ripped through the air, and when I spun, Devon stood at my side, but his chest was caved in, his eyes wide and empty.I screamed, flames exploding from my body, but the shadows only swallowe

Sleep eluded me. My body tossed against the sheets like something inside was pulling at me, shaking me awake each time I managed to drift off. The fire in my chest burned hotter than usual, restless and wild, and I could almost swear I heard whispers at the edge of my dreams calling my name. Adriana. Over and over, soft but sharp, like a warning. When my eyes snapped open again, I found Devon leaning on one elbow beside me, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. His hand brushed my damp hair back from my face. “You were trembling again,” he murmured, voice low, protective. “Talk to me, little flame.” I swallowed, ashamed that he had seen me this way. “It’s nothing. Just dreams that feel too real.” His thumb traced over my cheek. “Dreams don’t leave you shaking like this.” His eyes searched mine, sharp and unyielding. “What did you see?” I wanted to lie, to tell him it was shadows and smoke, nothing more, but the look in his eyes broke me. “I keep hearing voices. They wh