All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER AND STEPFATHER: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MARA’S POV (BONUS)The half-bond shatters after midnight and it feels like having a rib removed through my spine in a hot bright extraction.It starts in my chest where Knox’s echo has been living since the ceremony and rips outward through my nervous system in a motion that drops me to my bathroom floor with my hand clawing the tile and my wolf howling inside my skull at a frequency that I can feel in my teeth.The echo is gone. The phantom heartbeat that has been pulsing in my chest for years – Knox’s heartbeat, the stolen frequency that I felt every time he touched her and fucked her and marked her and chose her over the woman his pack assigned – goes silent between one breath and the next, and the silence is so absolute and so sudden that my body interprets the absence as death.I scream and lie on the bathroom floor for twenty minutes while my wolf processes the severance. The half-bond was destroyed, It was snapped by something so powerful that the connection didn’t dissolve gra

Viktor’s demand hangs in the chamber like smoke from a fire nobody lit, and the silence that follows it has teeth.“No.” Knox steps forward and his body moves in front of mine. “You’re not getting a show.”Viktor doesn’t stand. He doesn’t need to stand because the power in this room belongs to the chair and the man sitting in it, and standing would suggest he needed to compete for the authority that every wolf in this compound already handed him when they walked through the door.“Then the binding is void.” Viktor says it with dispassionate finality. “The double bond is unverified and therefore unrecognised by the pack. The human’s memory gets erased under Veil protocol, and every memory of you both disappears from her mind.”The words land in my chest before they land in my brain because the bond is carrying Knox’s reaction before I can process my own – a surge of cold fury that tastes like iron and desperation, chased by the amber channel pulsing something quieter and more dangerous

Knox goes straight to the kitchen and paces, and the pacing has a rhythm that matches his heartbeat.I can feel his elevated pulse through the bond driving his legs back and forth across the tile while his hands open and close at his sides. He hasn’t spoken since, and his silence is louder than any words would’ve been because Knox usually fills silence instinctively and completely – and the absence of his voice means the wolf is too close to the surface for human language.Dominic pours whiskey. Two fingers, neat, in the heavy glass that lives on the shelf above the stove. He doesn’t drink it immediately. He holds it and studies the amber liquid with the detached focus of a man examining a specimen, and the parallel between the whiskey’s colour and his wolf’s eyes is the kind of detail that a literature professor would appreciate and a man in crisis would ignore.I sit at the kitchen table with my hands flat on the surface and the compound’s scent still on my skin and the ache between

My dream that night starts with silver.I see Viktor’s eyes inside the bond. His silver irises float in the amber-and-gold space where Knox and Dominic live and he presses against the boundary of the double bond. I feel his pressure probing inside my mind, just hard enough that I know that he’s there, that the wall between his interest and my body is thinner than the men sleeping beside me would want to believe.His silver eyes find the amber mark in the bond-space and the pressure intensifies. I feel his attention on my skin, and the bond’s immune response fires again the rejection signal pulsing through both channels simultaneously.I wake screaming in an empty room and my mates are at the door in seconds. Knox in sweatpants with his eye’s full gold and his claws already extended, scanning the room for a physical threat that doesn’t exist. Dominic behind him in sleep pants and nothing else, his amber eyes bright in the dark hallway, his hand on the doorframe tight enough that the wo

The evening starts in Dominic’s study.True to his word, he begins with my back to him and his hand on my throat with his fingers spanning from my jaw to my collarbone and his thumb resting on my pulse point where he can feel the acceleration that his touch produces.“Breathe.”I breathe.His other hand slides beneath the waistband of my skirt and finds me already slick from the day’s cumulative anticipation.His fingers find the spot he is looking for immediately and his composure dissolves into amber eyes and wolf growl when the contact pushes past what his control can contain.Five minutes. His own data aligns when the orgasm hits, and it is vivid proof that his methods are more effective than his original prediction.Knox walks in at the tail end of my orgasm.He leans against the doorframe and watches me come apart in his father’s hands until my twitches reduce.“My turn.” Knox finally speaks.Dominic withdraws his hand and wipes his fingers on the handkerchief from his breast po