All Chapters of The Dangerous Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SONYA'S POV"You're an Alpha, Sonya. True-born from an Alpha bloodline, Alpha Elon Almanzar's bloodline. But we couldn't let anyone know that, so we used some rare herbs to suppress your Alpha traits." Bridget reaches across the table. "I know this is a lot. And I know I should have told you sooner. But I was trying to protect you.""What about Hank? My... the man I thought was my father?""He died when you were twelve. Car accident. Completely normal, nothing supernatural about it." She wipes her eyes. "He loved you so much, Sonya. Even knowing you weren't his by blood, he loved you like you were."My throat tightens. "I miss him.""Me too.""And Garrick? Were you actually going to marry him?"She laughs bitterly. "Goddess, what a mess that was. Garrick pursued me for months. He was charming and attentive, said all the right things. I had no idea he was using me to get access to you.""I'm sorry.""Don't be. If I hadn't gotten involved with Garrick, maybe you wouldn't have gotten dee

SONYA'S POVBridget and Selene don't leave quickly.That's the thing about mothers, it seems, biological or otherwise, they don't rush off. They find one more thing to say, one more cup of coffee to finish, one more look to give you that carries about fifteen different emotions at once.Bridget spends twenty minutes telling Reign, in considerable detail, exactly what she thinks of the way he handled the contract situation. Reign takes it with remarkable patience for a man being quietly dismantled by a woman half his size. He just sits there, nodding, occasionally saying things like "you're right" and "I understand" and "that's fair," which somehow makes it worse because there's nothing for Bridget to push back against. Eventually, he gets up and heads to the kitchen with his mug, listening quietly from there.Selene watches this happen with visible satisfaction.I eat the rest of my eggs and stay out of it.Eventually, Bridget winds down, and Selene stands, smoothing down the front

REIGN'S POVSonya runs.I give her a two second head start because I'm generous, and also because watching her sprint down the hallway in just my shirt and her underwear is an image I want to keep in my head for a while.Then I go after her.She makes it approximately four steps before I catch her."Reign!"I hook an arm around her waist, lift her clean off the floor, and toss her over my shoulder before she can protest properly.She shrieks, laughing hard enough that her whole body shakes as she pounds lightly against my back, her feet kicking at empty air."Put me down…""Absolutely not." I slap a hand to the back of her thigh to keep her there. "You ran. You knew what would happen.""You're impossible. I didn’t think you’d actually…""You always think I won’t actually." I carry her back toward the kitchen, her feet still kicking, and I don't even breathe hard. "And I always do.”By the time I carry her back into the kitchen, she's still laughing.I set her on her feet.She turns as

SONYA'S POVThe stretch of Reign's cock filling me on the side of a kitchen table is a completely different experience from last night's meticulously constructed scene with restraints and blindfolds and gradual escalation. This is messy and spontaneous and reckless and I like it more than I can currently articulate because articulating things requires brain function I don't have access to right now."Fuck," I breathe, my head dropping back."Look at me." His hand comes up, curving around my jaw, gentle but firm, lifting my face back toward his. "Stay with me."I meet his eyes. Grey and dark and completely focused on me, the way he always looks, like there's nothing else in the room worth paying attention to.He starts to move, and my hands clutch the edge of the table hard."You feel so good," he growls, his pace building. "Every single time. Like you were built exactly for this.""Don't get smug about it.""I'm allowed to be a little smug about it." He snaps his hips forward and I g

SONYA'S POVThree weeks after the trial, the Steel Kraith Pack is throwing me a Luna ceremony.Which sounds impressive until you realize I've spent the better part of those three weeks convincing myself I'm not going to trip on my dress in front of four hundred people."You're going to trip on your dress," Phoebe announces cheerfully, from where she's sitting on the bed watching me get ready."Thank you, Phoebe.""I'm just preparing you. Emotionally.""Get out of my room.""Absolutely not." She steals a grape from the fruit plate Mrs. Wren left. "Also your hair looks amazing. I'm allowed to stay."I turn back to the mirror and stare at myself for a second.The dress is white, fitted at the top and flowing from the waist down, simple enough that it doesn't look like I'm trying too hard, nice enough that I don't look like I forgot this was a ceremony. Mrs. Wren spent forty minutes on my hair and I've already touched it twice, which she's going to be furious about.The mate mark on my n