All Chapters of My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Delilah's POV I pressed the cloth into the open wound hard enough to make him gasp and jerk his arm back."Oh, I'm sorry." I looked up at him with flat eyes. "Did that sting?"He stared at me, breathing hard, his face red from the pain."That gash needs three more cleanings before it closes properly," I said, my voice calm and professional. "You can come back tomorrow and I'll finish the job. Or you can keep talking and clean it yourself at home with whatever you can find in your kitchen."He looked at the half-cleaned wound on his arm and then at my face and then at the door."Tomorrow," he said."Good choice." I set the cloth down. "And Goss? The next time you want to ask me about my personal life, remember that I'm the one holding the cloth."He left without another word. Stella watched him go from behind the curtain with her mouth hanging open."Did you just threaten a senior warrior with medical care?" she whispered."I reminded him of professional boundaries.""You pressed salt

Delilah's POV The news reached me before breakfast.I was braiding my hair in front of the small mirror Helena had left when Storm lifted her head and a low hum spread through the bond from Mateo's side. It wasn't grief or guilt or the ragged mess I'd felt from him the night he'd knelt on my porch. This was calm and steady and sure, like a decision that had already been made."He did it," Storm said quietly.I didn't ask what. I already knew.Stella confirmed it when I walked into the healing center. She was practically bouncing behind the supply curtain and the words tumbled out before I'd set down my bag."Mateo rejected Thalia. This morning. On the main grounds in front of everyone. Full formal rite, old words, Corbin officiating. She screamed at him, Delilah. Like screamed. The whole compound heard it."Margaret was at the basin washing her hands slower than any pair of hands needed to be washed, her mouth set in a line that meant she was biting her tongue."Details," I said, pul

Delilah's POVI asked to see him the next morning.Corbin arranged it in the small meeting room off the Alpha's house with Ryker standing outside the door as a witness that the conversation happened on Nightshade terms, not Riverbend's.Jaxon was already inside when I walked in. He stood up the second the door opened and his ice-blue eyes locked onto me with a hunger that made my skin crawl because I'd seen that look before on a different face in a different life and it had meant nothing then either.He looked worse up close. The scar on his jaw was raised and pink like it hadn't healed properly. His cheekbones cut sharper than they should have and the shadows under his eyes were deep enough to hold water. His hands were shaking at his sides and he kept clenching and unclenching them like he couldn't control the tremors.His wolf was dying. I could feel it through the old bond, a faint ragged pulse where there used to be a steady hum. Whatever connection had survived the rejection was

Delilah's POVThe Alpha Council came on a Tuesday.I was grinding feverfew at my herb station when Margaret walked in from outside with her face set in stone and her hands gripping the doorframe like she needed it to hold her up."Council wolves just came through the main gate," she said. "Four of them. Full formal delegation with Alpha Thorne leading."My hands stopped on the pestle. "Thorne is here personally?""He's not the only one. Beta Crest is with him. And two council elders I don't recognize from any of the local packs." She lowered her voice. "They're meeting with Corbin right now and Ryker was called in five minutes ago."Stella appeared behind Margaret with wide eyes and a face that had gone pale. "They brought a formal summons. I saw the seal on the paper when they walked past."I set the pestle down and wiped my hands on a cloth. "A summons for who?"Margaret looked at me and I already knew the answer before she said it."You."The summons reached me within the hour. A y