All Chapters of The Dangerous Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SONYA'S POVI wake up sore in the best way possible.Reign's wrapped around me like an octopus, one arm across my chest, one leg thrown over mine, his face buried in my hair. It's possessive and adorable and makes me feel safe in a way I've never felt before.Through our new bond, I can feel his contentment. He's still asleep, but even unconscious, he's aware of me.I squirm slightly, and his arm tightens."Don't move," he mumbles into my hair."I need to pee, Reign.""No, you don't.""Yes, I do. Very badly."He groans but releases me. "Fine. But come back immediately.""So demanding.""You love it."A small smile lifts my lips. He's not wrong.I push off the bed and stumble to the bathroom, my legs shaky. When I catch sight of myself in the mirror, I freeze.There's a very visible mark on my neck. A claim mark that announces to everyone that I'm mated."Oh goddess," I whisper, touching it."Problem?" Reign appears in the doorway, completely unconcerned with his own nakedness."You m

SONYA'S POVThe pack's main hall is packed by the time we arrive, every bench full, people standing along the back wall just to get a look at what's happening.Derek's already seated at the front, his hands resting on the table in front of him, bound in suppression chains. He looks calmly defiant. Too calm, actually, like he still believes there's a version of this where he walks out fine.Garrick sits a few feet away from him, dressed expensively, not a hair out of place, looking like he's here for a business meeting instead of a trial. There's no chains on him though. He came on his own, the way the oath he and Reign swore probably required, and he's wearing that fact like a shield.I sit with Phoebe near the front, my mom on my other side. Reign's already up near the council table, his arms crossed and jaw set.Elder Moira sits at the center of the council with the other elders, the Moonstone Blade resting in a leather case on the table in front of her, gold light barely leaking t

SONYA'S POVThat night, I skip the pack celebration. Everyone's still talking about the trial, about Garrick getting dragged off and about Derek's banishment, but I've had enough of crowds and council halls and people staring at the mark on my neck like it's the most interesting thing in the world.Reign finds me sneaking out the back of the estate while everyone's still drinking and toasting."Going somewhere?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe with that smug grin he gets when he already knows the answer."I need a break from all this. Just for a bit.""Good. I had the same idea." He holds out his hand. "Come on."We walk through the woods in comfortable silence, my fingers laced with his, the noise from the celebration fading behind us until it's just crickets and our footsteps on the dirt path. After everything, the kidnapping, the trial, the chains, the screaming, it's strange how much I needed quiet. Just this. Just him.We end up at the lake.Our lake. The one where he firs

SONYA'S POVI can't see anything, and somehow that makes everything else sharper. The cool air against my bare skin. The soft give of the leather cuffs around my wrists, just tight enough to remind me they're there. The sound of Reign moving around the bed, unhurried, like he's got all night and intends to use every single second of it on me.There's something strange happening in my chest while I lie here waiting. Not fear. The opposite of fear, actually. I keep thinking about Melvanie's facility, about being chained in a cell, about feeling my own body move against my will because some contract demanded it. And then I think about this, about choosing to put my wrists in his hands, about the fact that I could say one word right now and every single thing would stop. The difference is so massive it almost makes me want to cry. Almost. Mostly it just makes me want him more."I want you to understand something first," Reign says, his voice closer now, right above me. "This isn't Melv

SONYA'S POVReign doesn't start slow this time. He starts rough, snapping his hips into mine with a force that has the headboard knocking against the wall almost immediately, his grip on my thighs hard enough that I know I'll feel it tomorrow, and I welcome every single bit of it."You feel incredible," he growls, his pace brutal, relentless. "Tight and wet and exactly where you belong. Mine. All mine.""Yours," I gasp. "Fuck. Only yours.""Damn right." He changes angle, and the new position drags against that sensitive spot inside me that makes me see actual stars, my whole body locking up around him. "There it is. Right there, isn't it?""Yes… fuck, yes, right there…"He doesn't let up. He fucks me hard and fast, one hand braced beside my head, the other clutching my hip so tight I can feel his fingers pressing into the bruises he probably already left earlier from the paddle. Every thrust drags a sound out of me I don't recognize as my own voice, ragged and wrecked, every single ne