Todos los capítulos de CLAIMED BY MY CRUEL ALPHA STEPBROTHER : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

SERAPHINA Alex’s heavy, desperate hands were digging brutally into my waist, his mouth pressing frantic, wet kisses along the curve of my jaw, but my entire body felt completely ice-cold beneath his touch.The apartment was suffocating, thick with the artificial scent of cheap pine and synthetic cologne that he had sprayed on before I came over. It wasn't cedarwood. It wasn't the dark, sweet vanilla that followed Killian through the pack lodge. And it sure as fuck wasn't the wild, intoxicating scent of rain, crushed pine, and terrifying territorial power that belonged to my forced mate.Deep behind my ribs, my inner wolf was thrashing against her cage, her sharp claws digging straight into my lungs until I could barely draw breath. Her fangs were fully bared, a low, vicious snarl vibrating through my chest because she hated his touch. She was screaming at me to pop my claws, to slice his jaw open, to rip his fucking throat wide open for daring to put his hands on our skin when our bl

SERAPHINAI woke up with my face pressed flush against Silas’s bare, warm chest...His heavy Alpha arm was locked around my waist like a steel vice, pinning my body tight against his heat while his broad ribs rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm... The thick, intoxicating scent of rain, crushed pine, and raw male power filled my lungs... For the first time in months, the chaotic screaming inside my head went dead silent... My inner wolf was curled up behind my ribs, resting peacefully under the comforting heat of our mate... A small, fragile spark of warmth bloomed deep in my chest as I stared at his rough face, his dark jaw relaxed in sleep...Then, the sound of the shower running in the bathroom broke the quiet...Silas had slipped out of bed without waking me, leaving me wrapped in his dark blanket while he went to wash the dried blood off his knuckles...I sat up slowly, rubbing the exhaustion from my dark eyes as I swung my legs over the edge of the leather sofa... That was whe

SERAPHINAThe living room was completely quiet...The only sound in the house was the low crackle of the fireplace and the harsh, uneven sound of my own breathing...I was sitting on the edge of Killian’s dark leather couch, staring blankly down at my shaking hands... My knuckles were white, my sharp claws fully retracted back beneath my cuticles, but my skin still burned... The toxic poison of Silas’s betrayal was still coursing through my blood, making my inner wolf curl up into a tight, miserable ball behind my ribs...Killian walked back into the room holding a warm mug of tea...He set the mug down on the wooden coffee table right in front of me, his heavy scent of cedarwood and dark vanilla filling the quiet space... He didn't push me... He didn't force his Alpha command on me or demand that I talk... He just sat down on the leather couch right next to me, leaving a respectful foot of space between our bodies...He looked at me with those dark wolf eyes, his broad shoulders rela

SERAPHINA The suffocating chatter from the training field was still ringing in my ears as I shoved a pile of shirts into my gym bag...I couldn't stay at my house for another fucking night... The pack warriors knew where I lived, Silas knew where I lived, and Alex’s disgusting accusations were probably already spreading across the territory like a wild fire... My inner wolf was thrashing against her ribcage, hyperventilating under the suffocating weight of everyone talking about meKillian was waiting by his truck when I walked out of my front door...He didn't ask wuestions.. He just took the strap of my bag from my hand, tossed it into the back seat, and opened the passenger door for me..."Get in, Sere..." He said softly, his voice a steady rumble in the quiet evening air..."I've got your bag, so just get inside and let me take care of you for a while... Let's get the fuck out of here..."His apartment was located on the top floor of the main pack building, far away from the warr

KILLIANThe suffocating reek of rotting garbage and wet brick filled the narrow alley behind the border tavern...The rain had finally stopped, but the cold night air hung thick over the pack territory... I stood near the shadow of a dumpster, my hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets as I waited... The physical pain from Silas’s fists still throbbed across my jaw and split lip, but inside my chest, my inner wolf was letting out a dark, vicious growl of pure, possessive victory...Every single piece of my trap had snapped shut right on target...A set of frantic, uneven footsteps echoed down the wet alleyway...Alex came trotting around the brick corner, his jacket pulled up tight around his neck, his dark eyes nervously darting back and forth between the shadows before locking onto me... He looked completely jumpy, his wolf aura flickering weak and paranoid under the pressure of what he had done..."You're fucking late, Alex..."I said, my voice a smooth, low rasp that cut right th