Forbidden: My Stepbrother, My Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Kyle.The ancient ceremonial blade felt heavier than it should have in my palm.I stood at the center of the great hall, surrounded by five hundred pairs of eyes. The entire Crescent Moon Pack had gathered. Wolves lined the circular room in concentric rings, their faces illuminated by torchlight. The air smelled of pine smoke and anticipation.Marcus stood across from me, dressed in full Alpha regalia. Black leather vest adorned with silver wolf insignias. His eyes glowed amber in the firelight."Kyle Torres," his voice boomed through the hall. "Step forward."I moved. My boots echoed against stone flooring.Elder Katrina approached from the shadows, carrying a wooden box carved with ancient runes. She opened it slowly. Inside lay the Alpha Heir mark. A silver brand shaped like a crescent moon with a wolf's head in the center."Kneel," Marcus commanded.I dropped to one knee. The stone was cold beneath me.Marcus lifted the brand from the box. He held it over the central fire pit. Fla

Jason.I ended the call and hurled my phone across the office.It exploded against the wall. Glass and metal scattered across the floor.My chest heaved. My wolf clawed at my insides, demanding to be let out.Coming for her. I'd actually said that. Like some desperate fool who couldn't control himself.But control was slipping. Had been slipping for days.The phone call to my informant two hours ago had shattered what little restraint I had left."Alpha, I thought you should know. Kyle Torres just announced his mate to Crescent Moon. A human girl named Ella. He claimed her publicly. The entire pack accepted her as future Luna."I'd thanked him. Hung up calmly.Then I'd locked my office door and destroyed half the furniture.The secondary bond screamed in protest. Ella was ours too. The moon goddess had chosen us both. Kyle had no right to monopolize her. No right to parade her around like she belonged only to him.Mine, my wolf snarled. Ours. He took what belongs to us.I gripped the

Ella.The drive back from the restaurant should have been peaceful. It wasn't.My phone buzzed three times before I even reached the car. All from Kyle.Where are you?How did it go?Come home.I didn't respond. My hands were shaking too hard to type.The lunch with Jason had been fine. Better than fine, actually. He'd been respectful, calm, understanding about Kyle. We'd talked about the bond like adults. Made a plan to meet weekly. Nothing inappropriate happened.So why did I feel like I'd done something wrong?The secondary bond hummed pleasantly in my chest. Satisfied. Content.But underneath it, the primary bond churned with something darker. Kyle's emotions bled through our connection. Anger. Jealousy. Possessiveness so fierce it made my stomach clench.He'd felt everything.Every word. Every smile. Every moment I'd spent with Jason.And he hated it.By the time I crossed into Crescent Moon territory, the sun was setting. Golden light filtered through the trees, painting everyth

Kyle.The whiskey burned going down, but not enough to drown out the look on Ella's face when I'd walked out.I sat in my truck at the edge of pack territory, staring at nothing. The engine was off. The night was cold. I didn't care.The primary bond throbbed in my chest. Ella's pain bled through, sharp and accusing. She was crying. I could feel every tear like a knife.Good. Let her hurt. Let her understand what this felt like.Except that was a lie.I didn't want her to hurt. I just wanted her to choose me. Only me. Was that so wrong?My phone rang. Marcus."What?""Where are you? Ella's asking for you.""Tell her I'm busy.""Kyle, don't be stupid. Whatever fight you two had, fix it."I hung up.The primary bond pulsed again. Stronger this time. Desperate.My wolf whined. Go back. Comfort mate. Fix this.But I couldn't. Not yet. Not when I could still feel the secondary bond humming between her and Jason. That warm, satisfied pulse that said she'd enjoyed her time with him.I starte

Ella.The bruise on Kyle's jaw was purple. Deep, angry purple that spread across his cheekbone like spilled ink.I noticed it the moment he walked into Elder Katrina's cottage for my Luna training session. Then Jason arrived thirty seconds later with a split lip and what looked like claw marks across his forearm."What happened?" I demanded before either could sit down.They exchanged looks. The kind of look that said they'd rehearsed this conversation."Negotiating boundaries," Kyle said diplomatically.Jason snorted. "We beat the shit out of each other. It was cathartic."Elder Katrina didn't even look up from arranging tea cups. "Males. Now, shall we begin?"I stared between them. "You fought?""Nothing serious," Kyle assured me, settling into a chair like his ribs weren't screaming. I could feel the pain through the bond."Define serious," I said flatly.Jason touched his torn ear. It was healing but slowly. "No permanent damage. Just clearing the air.""By trying to kill each oth