All Chapters of Her Stepbrother's Obsession: His Kitten: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Jace School was suffocating. The halls, the classes, the people. Every damn thing about it felt like a cage, and right now, I was clawing to get out. I could still hear Mrs. Turner’s voice droning on in my head, talking about the fucked up tutoring program like it was some kind of godsend. Pairing me up with Claire of all people. The same Claire who wouldn’t quit trying to fix something that didn’t need fixing. Like hell I needed a tutor. I leaned back in my seat, one airpod in, ignoring every name she called out after mine. The moment the bell rang for lunch, I was out the door. I barely made it past the main building before I heard Xavier’s voice. “Jace!” I turned my head, catching sight of him standing near the side exit with Jaxon, Dickson, and Nyx. “You coming?” Xavier asked, like the answer wasn’t obvious. I exhaled, shoving my

~JaceI woke up to warmth.Soft. Comforting. Dangerous.For a second, I didn’t move. Just lay there, my head sinking into the pillow, my body aware of the small figure pressed against my chest. Her scent was everywhere. Sweet. Familiar. It made my head light, like I was trapped in some kind of dream I didn’t want to wake up from.Then my eyes opened.And there she was.Claire.Her face was relaxed in sleep, her lashes resting gently against her cheeks. The morning light streaming through the window caught in her hair, turning it golden.She looked... peaceful.Something in my chest squeezed.I shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be here.Last night, I had been too fucked up to care. But now—now, with my head pounding, my body sore, and the bitter aftertaste of Molly still lingering on my tongue—I realized what I’d done.I had held her.Begged her. But with the name of so

~ClaireSchool was being school as usual. It was loud, noisy and quite disturbing. But then, my mind was far gone. It was literally anywhere but there. Jace scared me last night. With how badly he smelled when he came in, I hadn't even expected Rowan to have reacted like that. Beating him to a pulp? Jesus. What on earth happened between them for Jace to be this hated? Because the hits from Rowan wasn't out of present anger only. It felt like there was more to it..It wasn't really my business, but I just couldn't help but think so hard about the whole thing. "You've been staring at your book for five minutes, and you haven't even written a thing."I blinked, looking up yo see Xavier sliding into the seat in front of me, his easygoing smirk in place. Jace's smirks were always arrogant unlike Xavier's. Dickson leaned in against the chair beside him, sipping from a juice box. "She's deep in thoughts. Let her b

Claire Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.I sat there, staring at my hands, my mind whirling with everything Rowan had just told me.It all sat heavy in my chest, pressing down until I could barely breathe.I didn’t know what to say.Didn’t know how to fix this.But I had to try.Slowly, I lifted my gaze, forcing myself to meet his eyes.“Hating him won’t bring her back,” I said softly.Rowan’s fingers stilled around the cigarette, but he didn’t look at me.I swallowed and continued. “No matter how much you blame him, no matter how much anger you hold onto… it won’t change anything. And you know it.”His jaw clenched.“She was his mother too,” I said, watching him carefully. “He lost her just like you did.”Rowan let out a bitter breath, shaking his head slightly.I pressed on, my voice steady. “And if she were here? If she could see this—s

CLAIREI woke up feeling… warm. Safe.That should’ve been my first warning....i think. The second was the scent—spice, weed, and something distinctly him invading my senses, intoxicating me before I could even open my eyes.I blinked, and the dim light from the window barely illuminated the room, casting faint shadows across the walls. It took me a moment to process where I was, why my legs felt tangled, why my body was cocooned in heat.Then it hit me.Jace.His arm was draped over my waist, his body pressed flush against mine....I could just feel his bulge against my stomach, his breath warm against the back of my neck. His grip wasn’t just casual—it was possessive, like even in sleep, he had no intention of letting me go.My heart stammered in my chest.This is bad.The way we were lying… it was too intimate....if anybody was to come in and see us like this.....I swallowed hard, c