All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER AND STEPFATHER: Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

I hear the sound of wood cracking before I reach the study door.A lot of wood cracking. A low, sustained splintering that travels through the apartment walls and reaches the hallway where I'm standing in bare feet with Knox's cum still drying on my inner thigh and the compound's parking lot still buzzing through my nervous system. The splintering stops. Silence follows, and it's worse because Dominic's silences have weight, and this one presses against the study door hard enough that I can feel it through the wood.I open the door and see that the study is destroyed.The reading chair lies on its side with one arm entirely broken off, and its upholstery torn into four parallel streaks matching the claws of a wolf. The desk has cracked down the middle, splitting along the grain of the wood with a force no human could exert, causing the two halves to sag against each other while still standing on buckled legs. Books are scattered everywhere – some with broken spines and torn pages – cr

He fucks me on the wreckage of his study with his wolf fully surfaced and his hand on the back of my neck. A splinter catches my hip, and the sting blends into pleasure through the pathway pain has traveled since Knox's first bite.Dominic feels my response through the bond and his pace adjusts – harder, driving me into the broken desk with the force of a man who built this room to contain his wolf and who is now using the room's corpse as a surface to fuck his mate on."You feel that?" His voice against the back of my neck, his lips on the gold mark that belongs to his son. "The wood under your hands. The pages. That was my life before you. Many years of it."He thrusts harder, and a stack of torn pages scatters off the desk edge and flutters to the floor."My wolf tore it apart in an hour." His hand tightens on my neck. "Because that is apparently what my many years are worth when someone threatens to touch you, Ivy."The words and the thrusting land together, and my body clenches a

Knox truly goes rogue on a Tuesday.We’re sleeping in the same room when his phone buzzes at 3 AM. He leaves the bed without waking me, but the bond wakes me. The gold channel spikes with a signal that tastes like cold metal and adrenaline, and I hear his boots in the hallway, the front door, then the bike starting in the lot below my window.He comes back at dawn, smelling of concrete dust and engine grease, from the east side of the city, where the warehouses sit empty, and the storefronts have plywood for windows. His knuckles are scraped. His eyes are gray, but the gold sits right behind them, close to the surface, ready."Where were you?""Scouting.""For what?""Territory."The word lands in the bedroom with a weight my body registers before my brain can unpack it. Territory means pack, and pack means the thing Knox lost when he set his cut on Viktor's bar. That loss has been sitting in the gold channel as a hollow frequency, his wolf reaching for it again and again, finding onl

I lick it clean. My tongue flat against his wrist, following the vein from the heel of his palm to the crook of his elbow, and the blood dissolves against my tongue, and the taste intensifies, and his free hand finds the back of my head and holds me there with the claws-retracted pressure that means his human brain is co-piloting a response his wolf wants to escalate."Move over to the wall." He says it through his teeth, and my body turns toward the brick before my brain processes the instruction, because Knox's commands have bypassed my conscious mind since the first night he stood at the foot of my bed.My back hits the rough brick, and through my shirt, I feel it's still warm from the afternoon sun. His body presses against mine, and his victory chemicals are converting into arousal through the usual pipeline."Hands up."I raise my hands, and he pins my wrists above my head with one blood-smeared hand. His grip is firm, his fingers wrapping completely around both wrists because h