All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER AND STEPFATHER: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Knox’s half-shifted body is so much bigger than his human body that the mirror can barely contain both of us in the same reflection – his shoulders span the width of the frame and his hands wrap entirely around my waist with his clawed fingertips nearly meeting at my spine.He pushes inside me and the stretch is the one that rewired my nervous system the first time and made every human-scale encounter seem like eating rice cakes after you’ve tasted steak.The wolf chemistry floods through every point of contact in a cascade that hits my bloodstream like a drug, and it carries a pleasure that exists above the ceiling my human body was built to process.I scream.It's a full open-throated scream that bounces off my mom’s bedroom walls and rattles the mirror and carries the specific frequency of a woman whose nervous system just got plugged into a power supply it wasn’t designed for and the overload is coming out through the only channel wide enough to handle the output.His hips drive f

I wake up between them and the geometry of the bed tells a story that the sheets confirm – Knox behind me in the cage-grip with his arm across my ribs and his face pressed against the back of my neck, Dominic in front of me with his hand resting on my hip and his glasses folded on the nightstand beside my mom’s engagement photo, and it is a visual that my morning brain files under “things that will haunt me later but that I’m choosing to ignore right now because right now I’m warm.”The morning light coming through the window is doing something to Dominic’s face that I haven’t seen before – softening the lines around his eyes and catching the silver at his temples in a way that makes him look less like a professor and more like a man who slept beside a woman he wanted to sleep beside, and the distinction matters because every other time I’ve seen Dominic in the aftermath he was already dressed and masked and folding his handkerchief.He’s not masked now. His face in sleep is open in a

The woods smell like wet earth and pine resin, the air thick with electricity, and the full moon is sitting above the tree canopy like a spotlight that someone aimed at the clearing where I’m standing barefoot on cold ground in between two wolves who have already begun to shift.Knox drove us here on the bike with Dominic following in his car because all of us arriving on a motorcycle was logistically impossible and visually absurd.The clearing is forty minutes outside the city in a stretch of forest that Knox says the pack used for ceremonies before Viktor moved everything to the compound.The abandonment means nobody comes here anymore. It also means the sounds I’m about to make will be heard by nothing except the trees and the wolves and whatever small animals are smart enough to have already hidden when the two apex predators walked into their neighbourhood smelling like intent.Knox shifts first, and the half-shift presses through his body with the moonlight catching the gold of

He enters me and the language centres of my brain go offline.I go completely blank as my brain turns to liquid, and what replaces language is pure sensation, the body communicating in frequencies below speech because speech can’t hold what the full-shift produces.I can’t form words.My body is accommodating a size that exists outside human specification while the wolf chemistry floods through every point of contact and converts the impossibility into something my flesh accepts.The bond is rewriting the rules of what my flesh can hold in real time, and the rewriting is happening at a speed that makes my consciousness flicker repeatedly.Knox finally moves in me, and the first stroke at full shift registers as pressure hitting every wall simultaneously because the size differential means there’s no angle he can take that doesn’t contact everything at once.My brain interprets it as a sustained peak rather than a building wave, and there’s no valley between the peaks because the peaks

The drive home is forty minutes of Knox’s motorcycle and Dominic’s sedan and my body distributed between the two vehicles in a logistical arrangement that involves me on the bike for the first twenty minutes and then transferring to the car for the second twenty because my legs stopped cooperating with the motorcycle’s seat around the halfway mark. So, Knox pulled over and Dominic pulled up and the transfer was conducted on the shoulder of a highway at 6 AM with me wearing Knox’s leather jacket over nothing because my sundress is somewhere in a forest clearing in approximately four pieces.The apartment smells like my mom’s lavender air freshener and the untouched dinner she left plated in the fridge with a note that says “for my babies – heat for 2 min!” with a heart dotting the exclamation point, and the domesticity of the note and the way she chooses to always act like everything is normal makes my chest do the complicated thing it does when my mom’s warmth collides with my reality