All Chapters of My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Delilah's POV I didn't have the energy to ask what she meant. Sleep was dragging me under with the broth still warm in my hands, and the last thing I felt before the dark swallowed me was Helena lifting the bowl from my fingers and pulling the blanket up to my chin with hands that were rough but careful, the way you handle a thing you've already decided to keep.Sleep should have been a mercy but it wasn't, because the second my mind let go the dreams rushed in.I woke up screaming.The dream was the same one I'd been having for months except worse now because the details had changed. It wasn't Jaxon on that stage anymore. It was Dante standing in a grand hall while a blonde woman touched his arm, and Mateo walking away from me with shaking hands, and three hundred wolves applauding while I sat in a balcony chair with my dress pushed up my thighs and my dignity in pieces on the floor.Helena was beside my cot in seconds. She didn't touch me or shush me or tell me it was okay. She jus

Delilah's POV "Buried.""Under years of trauma. Think about what your wolf has been through. You grew up in a pack where your rank was low and your worth was tied to a mate bond you hadn't formed yet. Then your fated mate rejected you publicly and violently, which is one of the most devastating things that can happen to a wolf's psyche. The rejection alone would have been enough to suppress a normal wolf. But you're not a normal wolf. You're Silvermoon, which means the suppression went deeper."She held up a finger for each point. "The rejection. The physical abuse from the ex-mate's girlfriend. The relocation to a new pack where you had no status and no allies. Months of bullying from wolves who should have protected you. Then you finally let yourself love again and those wolves told you it was a fling and threw you away."Every word landed and I felt it in my chest, a pressure building with each one because she wasn't guessing. She knew exactly what had been done to me and she was

Delilah's POV The handwriting was small and cramped, the letters pressed hard into the paper in a way that told me whoever wrote this had been gripping the pen too tight. Some of the ink had bled through to the back of the page and there were places where the lines wavered, where the hand holding the pen had been shaking.I read it slowly because my eyes were blurry and because part of me already knew that once I finished reading there would be no going back to the version of my life where I didn't know what was in this letter.“Delilah,If you're reading this then Helena found you, which means things got bad enough that she had to step in. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for a lot of things but mostly I'm sorry that I won't be there to explain this to you myself.You're going to hear things about our bloodline that sound impossible. Helena will tell you about the healing and the strength and the resistance to Alpha commands and all of it is true. I know because I lived it. I healed pe

Delilah's POV Helena woke me before dawn by dumping a cup of cold water on my face.I came up gasping and swinging and she was already across the room pulling on a pair of worn boots, fully dressed, her silver hair combed back and her green eyes sharp in the grey light coming through the window."Get up," she said. "There's clothes on the chair that should fit you. Boots by the door. You have five minutes.""It's still dark outside.""Four minutes and fifty seconds."I dragged myself out of the cot and every muscle in my body screamed in protest. My feet were still bandaged and raw and the scratches on my arms pulled tight when I moved. The clothes she'd left were simple, a pair of dark leggings and a loose wool shirt that smelled like cedar, and the boots were a half size too big but they fit well enough once I laced them tight.Helena handed me a piece of dried meat and a cup of water when I came out of the back room and watched me eat standing up because she didn't offer me a chai

Delilah's POVThe first week nearly killed me.Helena had me running before dawn every morning, human form, through trails so steep my calves burned by the second mile. I'd never been a runner. At Nightshade I could barely make it through the pack's standard fitness drills without falling behind.Here the trails climbed straight up the mountain through loose rock and roots that grabbed at my ankles in the dark.I fell constantly. The first day I tripped on a root and slid ten feet down a dirt slope and lay there panting and staring at the sky and wondering what the hell I'd agreed to.Helena stood at the top of the slope and watched. She didn't offer her hand and she didn't tell me to get up. She just stood there until I got up on my own and then she turned around and kept running.By day three my legs were so stiff I had to roll out of the cot sideways and ease myself onto the floor. By day five my body had stopped screaming and settled into a low, constant ache that followed me from