All Chapters of My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dante's POVHis voice dropped low and dangerous. "You made her trust you and then you let her watch you stand on a stage next to other women and you didn't even have the decency to warn her.""We were trying to protect—""PROTECT HER?" Ryker's laugh was ugly and raw. "She's been missing for over a month. Nobody knows if she's alive or dead. Her mother hasn't slept since the Summit. That's what your protection did."He turned away from us and paced toward the window and braced his fists against the sill. His breathing was too controlled, the way it got when he was keeping himself from doing real damage."You want to talk about protection?" he said. "Let me tell you about protection."I wiped the blood from my lip and waited for whatever was coming next, and the way his voice had dropped told me it was going to be worse than the punch."Two weeks before the Summit, Alpha Corbin pulled me aside after a council session. Whispers had reached the other packs. People were talking about my so

Delilah's POVHelena came at me fast and low, sweeping for my legs without warning. Nearly six months of this and she still tried to catch me off guard first thing in the morning.My feet shifted before my brain caught up, weight dropping into my back leg as her sweep cut through empty air where my ankles had been a half second earlier. I pivoted off the dodge and came around with an elbow strike aimed at the side of her neck.She blocked it. The impact drove her back a full step and she grunted through her teeth."Faster," she said, resetting her stance. "Don't think about where I am. Feel where I'm going to be."I closed my eyes for a beat and let the pull in my bones do the work. Helena called it the Silvermoon sense, the same instinct that let me feel infections and fractures from across a room except turned outward. When I stopped thinking and let my body listen, I could track the shift of weight in the person across from me, the coil of muscle before a strike, the direction of i

Delilah's POV She paused to let that land before continuing. "A border skirmish with a rogue faction on their eastern line has been sending injured wolves in faster than Margaret and her staff can treat them. Three wolves have died from infections that should have been treatable if they'd had the manpower."My hands went still on my pack straps. Three wolves dead from infections, the exact thing I could pull out with my bare hands."Margaret is good," Helena continued, "but she's one healer with two assistants running a center that was built for peacetime volume. She can't sense injuries before they become critical. She can't pull infection or accelerate healing or take pain into herself. She doesn't even know those things are possible.""So I go to Thornwood," I said. "Or Blackridge. They're offering."Helena shook her head. "Thornwood and Blackridge are small packs with limited resources. They can offer you a season of work but they can't offer you what you actually need.""And wha

Dante's POV The murmur that went through the crowd was immediate. The word rippled from the front to the back of the gathering in seconds, and the older wolves near me exchanged glances and leaned closer to their mates to whisper.Corbin's weight shifted forward. "That's a significant claim.""I can demonstrate," Delilah said. "I understand your healing center has been overwhelmed from the border skirmishes. If you have a wolf with an injury Margaret hasn't been able to resolve, bring them forward and I'll show you what a Silvermoon healer can do."Corbin looked at Ryker. Ryker's jaw was tight but he nodded once and turned to one of the warriors near the edge of the crowd. "Bring Damon."Two minutes later a young warrior limped forward supported by a packmate on each side. His left leg was wrapped in heavy bandages from knee to ankle and his face was grey with the kind of pain that doesn't let you sleep.I knew Damon. He'd taken a rogue's claws through his calf three weeks ago during

Delilah's POVThe laugh that came out of me was more air than sound but it loosened the knot in my chest enough to get me moving. I pulled supplies from my pack and lined them up on the kitchen shelf one by one, dried herbs in cloth bundles, the mortar and pestle Helena had carved for me from mountain stone, jars of salve and tincture that I'd spent months learning to make. The familiar ritual steadied my hands until the trembling stopped.Helena helped me make the bed and hang the few clothes I'd brought and by the time we were done the sun had dropped below the tree line and the cabin was full of warm orange light from the single window facing west."You should eat," Helena said. "I'll find the kitchens.""You don't have to—""I want to see how this pack feeds itself. A lot about a pack's discipline shows in its kitchens." She squeezed my shoulder on her way out. "Lock the door behind me."I locked it and stood in the quiet for a moment before deciding the porch was better than the