Todos los capítulos de The Stripper Toy for My Hot Stepbrothers: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

LYRA’S POVThe room was bathed in the soft, gray light of early morning, but the air felt heavy and charged, as if a thunderstorm were trapped beneath the ceiling. I opened my eyes to find them all there—Jeremy, Silas, Raphael, Caspian, Orion, and even the ones who usually kept their distance. They were all standing in a semicircle around the bed, their expressions a strange, unreadable mix of awe, worry, and something that looked uncomfortably like reverence."What… what is going on?" I rasped, my voice sounding thin and foreign to my own ears.The memories rushed back in a violent, jagged flood. The alarm, the safe room, the feeling of my bones snapping like dry kindling as the fur erupted from my skin. I gasped, sitting bolt upright and frantically checking my own arms and torso. There was no fur. There was no blood. My skin was smooth and unmarked, pale in the morning light."I shifted," I whispered, the realization settling into my chest like a cold weight. "I actually shifted. An

Raphael's POV The silence in the estate was deafening once the heat finally broke. For days, I had been pacing outside Lyra’s door, my skin crawling with a restless, agonizing hunger that I could barely suppress. It was a suffocating, clawing discomfort, a reminder of the wolf beneath my skin that wanted nothing more than to be by her side, to claim her, and to protect her. I felt like a failure. It was incredibly uncomfortable—downright painful—to admit that I couldn't get close to her because I couldn't trust myself to keep my hands off her or, worse, to keep my wolf from taking the lead.I felt like an outsider in my own home, pacing the hallway while Jeremy and Orion handled the intimate, messy work of caring for her. In a way, I felt a twisted sort of relief that they had the self-control to be there. They were the anchors, while I was just a jagged edge, waiting for a chance to cut. I spent hours staring at the wood of her door, hoping for a sign, a sound, anything to tell me s

Silas POV The weight of the situation felt like a physical chain around my chest. Lyra had finally left the room, her eyes burning with that newfound, terrifying determination to train and fight, but I couldn't share her optimism. My mind was already leagues ahead, calculating the cost of every decision. I waited until the heavy thud of her bedroom door confirmed she was out of earshot before I signaled the brothers to remain."The situation has deteriorated," I said, my voice cutting through the silence of the living room. I didn't want to show how much this was eating at me; if I broke, they would all break. "The leading council has sent an official summons. They know about her. They want her to appear before them, and they’ve made it very clear that there will be severe consequences if we refuse."The room went cold. Raphael’s hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white. "They want the White Wolf? They can go to hell.""We aren't in a position to tell them to go to hell, Ra

Lyra's POV The threat hung in the air like a blade. I looked at the brothers, seeing the calculation in their eyes. They weren't afraid of the Ashfords, but they were exhausted by the prospect of a public, violent conflict that would expose me further to the world.I felt a surge of helpless anger. They were going to let her stay. I could see it in the way Silas’s shoulders slumped, in the way Jeremy looked at the door. They were choosing to play the game to keep the peace, but I knew that by letting her in, they were inviting a snake into the garden. I realized then that I couldn't just sit back and watch them get manipulated. Victoria was here, she was ready to play dirty, and she had no idea that she was walking into a house with a White Wolf who was tired of being hunted. If she wanted to spy, I would give her something to look at. If she wanted to play a game, I would make sure she lost.The air in the foyer was heavy enough to choke on. Victoria stood there, smug and untouchab

Lyra's POVI paced back and forth across the thick carpet of my bedroom, my mind racing with endless thoughts. The silence in the room felt way too heavy for me to handle. I simply could not stop thinking about my real family and where they could possibly be. I hated the idea of going down to that dark basement again. Just the thought of looking at Iris's face made my stomach twist into very painful knots. Everything about that woman was still extremely annoying and deeply painful for me. She was the person who stole my life away. She was the one who sold me like I was a cheap piece of property.I really didn't want to see Iris anymore for now. I just wanted to lock her away in the deepest part of my mind and pretend she never existed in my life. However, I knew I had no other choice right now. I needed to swallow my pride and go down there. I needed to beg Iris one more time to give me some useful information about my whereabouts. I had to know exactly where I came from.I sat on the