All Chapters of My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The morning light filtered weakly through Percy’s thin curtains, casting pale stripes across the couch where I’d crashed for the second night in a row. My body ached from the awkward position, but it was nothing compared to the heavier weight pressing on my chest. Davin still hadn’t texted back. Not a word since that explosive fight in the quad. His confession hung in the air like smoke I couldn’t clear—How do you want me to say I want you as my girlfriend?—and the silence afterward felt louder than any yell. I missed my friend, the safe, easy version of him, but romance? After Girad, the thought made my skin crawl. Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares she wouldn’t fully share.“You okay over there?” Percy asked from the kitchenette, sliding a mug of coffee my way. Her tattooed arm flexed as she moved, the ink a reminder of the armor she’d built after what those three monsters did to her. “Davin’s still ghosting?”I nodded, sipping the bitter br

The night air on the balcony did little to cool the fire raging in my veins. Below, the moon cast its indifferent silver glow over the training grounds and outer paths, turning the spilled wine stains on the stone steps into dark, accusing shadows. I gripped the railing, knuckles white, my wolf snarling restlessly beneath my skin. The mate bond pulsed like a fresh brand—insistent, painful, refusing to be silenced no matter how loudly I’d denounced it in the hall.She is nothing, I told myself again. A weakness you cannot afford.Yet my eyes kept drifting downward. And there she was.Nyx moved like a wraith along the edge of the eastern path, a bucket in her thin arms as she scrubbed the last traces of the coronation mess. Her dark hair had fallen loose from its braid, strands catching the moonlight and revealing those faint silver streaks that made my chest tighten. Even from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in her posture, the way her frail shoulders trembled. The grey tunic

The feast stretched on like a gilded cage, the hall alive with forced laughter and the clatter of silver against porcelain. I, Alpha Kaelthorn Blackwood, sat at the head of the royal table, my new obsidian crown heavy on my brow. The Stormridge emissaries raised their goblets in hollow toasts to “lasting alliances,” their eyes sharp as wolves on the hunt. But my mind was elsewhere—trapped on the memory of silver-grey eyes and the golden thread that had snapped into place the moment her fingers brushed mine.Mate. She is nothing, I told myself again. A weakness you cannot afford.Yet my eyes kept drifting downward. And there she was.Nyx moved like a wraith along the edge of the eastern path, a bucket in her thin arms as she scrubbed the last traces of the coronation mess. Her dark hair had fallen loose from its braid, strands catching the moonlight and revealing those faint silver streaks that made my chest tighten. Even from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in her posture, t

The feast stretched on like a gilded cage, the hall alive with forced laughter and the clatter of silver against porcelain. I, Alpha Kaelthorn Blackwood, sat at the head of the royal table, my new obsidian crown heavy on my brow. The Stormridge emissaries raised their goblets in hollow toasts to “lasting alliances,” their eyes sharp as wolves on the hunt. But my mind was elsewhere—trapped on the memory of silver-grey eyes and the golden thread that had snapped into place the moment her fingers brushed mine. Mate. She is nothing, I told myself again. A weakness you cannot afford. Yet my eyes kept drifting downward. And there she was. Nyx moved like a wraith along the edge of the eastern path, a bucket in her thin arms as she scrubbed the last traces of the coronation mess. Her dark hair had fallen loose from its braid, strands catching the moonlight and revealing those faint silver streaks that made my chest tighten. Even from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in her post

Martil’s PovThe announcement should have relieved me.That was the irony of it.My father had essentially handed me a solution to a growing problem, one that had been quietly poisoning my reputation for weeks. Bellamy's sudden introduction as my girlfriend should have redirected attention away from the rumors surrounding Corleone and me.Instead, I felt like someone had wrapped a chain around my throat.The celebration downstairs continued long after the announcement, but I couldn't stay there. Every congratulatory smile felt fake. Every handshake felt like a transaction. The entire thing had been orchestrated without my consent, and somehow everyone expected me to stand there and accept it.What bothered me most wasn't Bellamy.It was Corleone.I hadn't seen her since the announcement ended.The thought gnawed at me until I finally abandoned the gathering and went looking for her.I found her standing alone on one of the estate's balconies overlooking the gardens. The moonlight pain