Todos los capítulos de In Heat For My Stepbrother : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

**ISABELLA**Panic gripped me as I forced myself to keep breathing. How did he know I was wolfless? Everything inside me screamed in horror. No, he couldn't have found out…I couldn’t let anyone know. I'd end up a complete outcast again.“It’s not like that,” I muttered, forcing a polite smile. “Please excuse me.” I stood abruptly.“Wait.” He stepped in front of me, blocking my path with his tall frame. “I’m the best photographer in the club. I can make you famous.”I took a step back, unsettled by his sudden advancement. “I don’t want to be famous,” I said firmly. I walked past him, adding over my shoulder, “Please delete the photo you took.”I didn’t wait for his response. My footsteps were quick and desperate as I made my way to the girls' bathroom. Only after shutting the door behind me did I let out a shaky breath.My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, pale and wide-eyed. What if he knew? This news about me would spread in the entire school like wild fire. I bit my lip

**ISABELLA** “You’re really beautiful."Heat rushed to my cheeks as I shook his hand. "Thanks."His hand lingered in mine, his smile remained unwavering. "If you ever have any problems at school, just come to me. I’ll take care of it."Before I could respond, Maximilian grabbed Jaxon’s hand and shook it firmly. "How about helping me with my problem?"Jaxon cocked a brow. "What’s your problem?""You. Wash your hands before shaking with others." Maximilian released his hand with mock disdain."You jerk! Yours is dirty with sauce and you are the one talking!" Jaxon glared, but laughter bubbled around the table. None

**ISABELLA**My heart leapt to my throat. ‘How long had he been there?’He stood and walked over, peering down at my food. “Don’t tell me you actually eat leftovers?”My eyes flickered to his lips, an involuntary reaction. Heat flared across my cheeks. I quickly averted my gaze, “It’s still edible…”Before I could finish, he grabbed the plate and tossed it into the trash.My jaw dropped. “Why did you do that?”Without answering me, he took my hand and led me toward our small dining table. The moment I sat down, I noticed the warm meal in front of me…steaming, freshly made.Maximilian slid into the chair across

ISABELLA Warmth. I stirred in my sleep, the first sensation I experienced was warmth. Soft, steady, and comforting. I nuzzled against it, wanting more. But then... it felt solid. Firm. Too close?   Confused, I slowly opened my eyes as the morning light filtered through the curtains, helping me see through my blurry vision. A familiar face, breathtakingly handsome and sleeping, came into view.   Maximilian? His arms were wrapped around my waist.  I froze. My heart pounded wildly in my chest.   Was I dreaming? Why was Maximilian in my bed again?   

**ISABELLA** Dressed in a princess outfit, I stood among the other children on the elementary school stage, my eyes fixed on the door. The room was filled with the murmurs of the other children’s parents, their pitiful gazes burning into me. I waited and waited, but Mom and Dad never came.“Why is she standing there alone?”“Does she not have parents?”“Poor child.”“Was she abandoned?”I clenched the small award in my trembling hands, my heart pounding with fear. Had I been abandoned? One by one every child happily left with their parents while I was left behind still waiting.