All Chapters of The Stripper Toy for My Hot Stepbrothers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

LYRA’S POV“An internship,” I repeated, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. “At Blackwood Capital. The company that’s so prestigious and so exclusive. The one that told me I wasn’t even worth the time for a proper interview.” I took a step forward, my earlier hunger forgotten, replaced by a hot, sharp anger. “What’s the game? Is this some new way to humiliate me? Get me into the office and have everyone point and whisper? ‘There’s the stripper the bosses are fucking’?”Rowan’s smile faded. “Lyra.”“No,” I snapped, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to judge me, throw me out, and then come back and offer me a prize like you’re doing me some huge favor. I wasn’t worthy then. What’s changed? Oh, right. Now I’ve slept with some of you. Is that the new qualification?”Silas stood up. He moved smoothly, unfolding his tall frame from the stool. The motion made my breath catch. He came around the island, stopping a few feet away. The moonlight ca

Rowan’s POVShe walked in and placed the file on his desk. “The portfolio problem. The client’s directives are contradictory because they’re based on outdated risk parameters. I cross-referenced their stated goals with their actual trading history from the last eighteen months. I proposed a new allocation model that aligns with their real behavior, not what they say they want. The math is on page two.”Silas opened the file. He scanned the page. His expression didn’t change, but I saw his eyes move quickly, absorbing.“The market reports,” she continued. “The data was in the ‘Archive_ZH’ subfolder under the Singapore server. I used a translation overlay on the system to get the gist, then correlated the key figures with the publicly reported indexes to check for discrepancies. There’s a summary on page four. The variance is within an acceptable margin, but the dip in Q3 wasn’t market-wide; it was specific to two of our holdings. I highlighted them.”She wasn’t just repeating informati

LYRA’S POVThe words hung in the air between us. Mate bond. Fated. All of us.For a second, my brain just… stopped. It refused to process the sheer insanity of what he’d just said. Then, like a dam breaking, it all crashed in.A sharp, ugly laugh tore out of my throat. “You’re lying.”“Lyra—” Jeremy tried to step closer.“Don’t!” I stumbled back, my shoulder hitting the door frame hard. “You’re lying! This is another game. Another way to control me. A ‘mate bond’? Are you even hearing yourselves? You sound insane!”Silas stood from behind his desk, his face like stone. “It’s the truth.”“The truth?” I screamed, the sound raw and scraping. My voice bounced off the book-lined walls. “The truth is you kidnapped me! You brought me here, you’ve watched me, you’ve… you’ve touched me, you’ve fought over me like I’m some prize! And now you’re telling me it’s all because of some… some mystical tether? No. No way.”“It’s not mystical,” Orion said softly, his calm voice grating against my rage.

LYRA’S POVThe leather cuffs are gone, but the mark they left feels deeper than skin. I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands. My own hands. I turn them over, studying the lines on my palms like they might hold a new answer.This is me. This body. This… thing I am.The thought doesn’t feel real. It sits in my head like a bad dream I can’t wake up from. A fated mate. To six men. Six werewolves. And not just any mate. Some… anomaly. A unifying bond. The words they used swirl around, heavy and strange.But one part sticks, sharp as a knife.I survived.Those men in the van, the ones who took me from Iris… they weren’t just random bad guys. They were hunters. Looking for someone like me. And I got away. A little girl. How? Why me?Was that the real reason she hated me? My own mother? Was it because I was… different? Wrong? Or was I just unlucky, a curse that brought trouble to her door?The questions have no answers. They just twist in my gut, a dull, constant ache.I don’t cry.