All Chapters of The Stripper Toy for My Hot Stepbrothers: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lyra's POVThe car was quiet in the worst possible way.Not the peaceful kind of quiet where everyone is relaxed and just watching the road. This was the kind where every person in the vehicle had something they wanted to say but nobody was willing to be the first one to open their mouth. The tension sat between us like a sixth passenger, taking up space and making the air feel heavier with every mile we covered.I was in the back seat between Orion and Rowan. Jeremy was driving, Raphael was in the front passenger seat, and Silas and Caspian were in the second vehicle behind us. The formation was deliberate. Two cars, staggered distance, communication on open channels at all times. Raphael had planned the whole thing like a military operation, and part of me was grateful for that even though the other part still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.I stared out the window and watched the city fall away behind us. Buildings turned into strip malls, strip malls turned

Lyra's POVThe motel room smelled like dust and old carpet, and the light from the single lamp on the nightstand was barely enough to see by. Joshua was lying on one of the beds while Rowan cleaned the wound on his side with supplies they found in a first aid kit from the car. The silver had cut deep enough to need stitches, but we didn't have the tools for that, so Rowan used butterfly strips and bandaged it tight enough to stop the bleeding.I sat on the chair near the window and watched. I didn't help. I didn't move closer. I just sat there with my arms wrapped around myself and this hollow feeling in my chest that wouldn't go away no matter how many times I told myself I didn't care about him anymore.Because I did care. That was the problem. Even after everything he admitted, even after hearing him tell Raphael that his family wanted to borrow my power like I was some kind of battery they could drain and toss aside, I still felt something when I looked at him lying there hurt beca

Lyra's POVI couldn't stop my hands from shaking.The whole drive to the next city, I sat with my fingers laced together in my lap, squeezing so hard that my knuckles went white, and still they wouldn't stay still. My thoughts were everywhere at once, crashing into each other like waves during a storm, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on one thing, another one would slam into me before I could finish processing the last.The woman who raised me might have stolen me.I kept turning that sentence over in my head, examining it from every angle like if I looked at it long enough, it would start to make sense. She made me breakfast every morning. She braided my hair when I was little. She sat beside my bed when I was sick and told me stories about wolves and forests and a world that existed beyond the one we lived in. I thought those were just fairy tales. Now I was starting to think they were memories of a life she took me from.Part of me wanted to hate her for it. Part of me was a

Victoria's POVThe mirror cracked first. Then the chair. Then the drawer full of jewelry that scattered across the floor like worthless pebbles."She found them." I grabbed the perfume bottle on my vanity and hurled it at the wall. It exploded on impact, and the room immediately filled with a scent that was too sweet for the ugliness I was feeling. "She actually found them, and nobody did a single thing to stop it."My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From something much worse. From the kind of anger that eats you alive if you don't find somewhere to put it. Every plan, every scheme, every carefully placed trap we had built around that girl, and she still kept slipping through. She kept surviving. She kept getting closer to the truth about herself, and the closer she got, the further I fell from everything I was supposed to be.My father appeared in the doorway of my room and looked at the destruction without reacting. He had stopped being surprised by my outbursts months ago. Now he

Orion's POVMy hands wouldn't stop shaking.I had laid out everything I needed on the table before Rowan carried her in. Suture kit, antiseptic, gauze, clamps, saline, bandages. Everything was in the right order, spaced perfectly, arranged the way I had been trained to arrange them years ago when I first learned field medicine. My hands knew what to do. They had done this dozens of times before.But they wouldn't stop shaking.Rowan set her down on the table, and the moment I saw the blood soaking through her shirt, something inside my chest started pulling apart like fabric tearing along a seam. It was bright red and spreading fast, pooling underneath her body and dripping off the edge of the metal surface onto the floor. Three deep gashes ran across her left ribs, and the skin around them was already swelling with the kind of inflammation that told me the claws had gone deep enough to scrape bone."Everyone out." My voice came out steadier than I expected. "I need space."Raphael loo