Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Step Mom: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Allyna spun on her heel and walked ahead toward her office, her posture stiff and unwavering. Elle followed closely behind like an obedient, submissive wife, her footsteps quiet as she kept pace. A heavy, anxious dread pressed hard against Elle's ribs with each step she took down the quiet corridor. When they reached the private office, Allyna entered first. Elle followed right after her, the soft click of the heavy door locking behind them sounding like a final judgment in the tense, silent atmosphere. Allyna didn't immediately turn around. She strode straight to her mahogany desk, placing her tablet down with a sharp, echoing thud. The professional distance she maintained in the lecture hall started to dissolve, leaving a raw, possessive intensity that made the small room feel all too confined. "Three months, Mcki?" Allyna’s voice was dangerously low as she finally turned to face her, her dark eyes locking onto Elle with an unreadable, piercing stare. "You should scrap

Allyna paused, the dark amusement in her eyes softening into something deeply tender as she looked down at Elle's flushed face. She took a slow, deep breath, consciously reining in the fierce, possessive urge that had threatened to consume them both in the middle of the faculty wing. With a soft sigh of surrender, Allyna leaned down and pressed one last, lingering kiss against Elle’s forehead. Her lips remained there for a long moment, warm and reassuring, a silent promise that she was stepping back only out of respect for Elle's boundaries, not because her devotion had wavered. Reluctantly, Allyna’s hands slid from Elle’s waist, her fingers brushing against the fabric of Elle's top in a slow, tracing motion before she finally took a full step backward. The sudden distance let the cool air of the office rush between them, making them both acutely aware of the academic setting they were still trapped in. Allyna reached up, running a hand through her hair and smoothing down t

Elle smiled, stepping past Allyna into the office just long enough to grab her bags. Allyna followed her in, locking the desk drawers and grabbing her keys. The unspoken understanding between them was electric as they walked out into the faculty parking lot, keeping a careful, professional distance until they reached Allyna’s sleek car. The relief of being free from the campus masks made the air between them feel lighter, full of a quiet excitement for the evening ahead. Allyna unlocked the doors, and Elle slipped into the passenger seat, letting out a relaxed sigh. Allyna got in beside her, immediately reaching across the center console to lace her fingers firmly with Elle's. She didn't start the engine right away; instead, she just looked at Elle with that deep, possessive warmth that always made Elle's heart skip a beat. But the peace didn't last. As Allyna backed the car out of the slot and drove toward the campus exit gates, Elle casually glanced out the side window.

Elle’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of panic breaking through her fragile composure. She reached up, her own fingers trembling against Allyna’s wrist. "What if Oli won't listen to you?" Elle choked out, the reality of the threat hitting her all at once. "Worse... what if she tells my dad?" The question hung heavily in the cramped space of the car, suffocating and real. Elle was torn over what to dread more—Ronan discovering that his only daughter is a lesbian, or learning the identity of the woman she loved. Either revelation would completely shatter her world. Allyna’s expression softened, but the fierce resolve in her eyes remained. She thumbed the edge of Elle’s jawline, her voice dropping into a comforting murmur. "Oli is your best friend, Mcki. You know her better than anyone. Do you really think she would do something that would hurt you like that, without thinking it through?" Elle’s racing thoughts slowed, the paralyzing grip of panic loosening just a fraction. She lean

Back inside the car, the sudden click of the call disconnecting left behind a silence so absolute it felt heavy enough to suffocate them. The screen of the phone on the console went dark, but Elle remained entirely frozen, her hand still raised to her ear as if she were still trying to catch the phantom sound of Oli’s breathing. Beside her, Allyna slowly let out a breath she seemed to have been holding for a lifetime. Her grip on the steering wheel finally relaxed, though her posture remained unyielding, a quiet storm brewing behind her dark eyes. "She hung up," Elle whispered, her voice completely hollow as she finally dropped her arm. The reality of her own explosive confession was beginning to crash down on her, the adrenaline fading, leaving behind pure, cold dread. [1] Allyna didn't speak immediately. Instead, she unbuckled her seatbelt and shifted closer, reaching over to gently take Elle’s trembling hands into her own. Her eyes searched Elle’s tear-stained face with a