All Chapters of My Alpha Stepbrother’s Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucy POV I didn’t wait to hear whatever trash she had to say. I turned my back on her and walked away before the next hurtful word could leave her mouth as my vision blurred with tears that I refused to let fall in front of her. Outside, Adrian found me. He didn’t ask what had happened. He didn’t need to. One look at my swollen eyes and the soar sound of my voice when I tried to speak told him enough. He simply took my hand and broke the silence. “I’m taking you with me.” Before I could ask further questions, he led me to his car without a single question. The engine started and drove off. After a long drive, we were already arriving at the family’s private vacation villa at the far edge of the territory, far from the gossip, the stares, and my mother’s poisonous words. “My father agreed to hold the wedding here,” Adrian said calmly as the villa came into view “I’ll make you mine here. Away from everything. Just us, the elders, and the ceremony. No one else needs to be involved

Lucy POV I stayed in my mother’s room only long enough to hear the last of it. “You have little time, Lucy,” she said, but I was already standing. My legs felt unsteady under me. She didn’t try to stop me when I moved toward the door. Her hands stayed helpless, the same way they always did when Kane had already decided something and there was nothing left to say. “Little time,” she repeated as I reached it. “That is all you have. After that the elders will fully arrive and the ceremony begins whether you are ready or not.” I didn’t answer. I walked back to my room. The villa was quiet. Too quiet, all the preparations were almost done and the villa looked beautiful. My wolf kept shifting restlessly and hurt, reaching for a bond that still felt whole on her end. She didn’t understand why we were about to break it. She only knew the ache was already starting, low and sharp in my ribs, the same place the bond always pulled when he was far away. I sat on the edge of the bed and star

Lucy’s POV The moment I read that message, my heart began to beat fast. Adrian arrived was back. I waited for him in my room, consumed by fear because I didn’t want the servants seeing us, and I certainly didn’t want Kane hearing that Adrian had returned before he expected him to. My hands were cold despite the warmth in the air. Then I saw him. He pushed open the door and walked toward me with tired steps, dust covering his boots and a streak of dried blood marking the sleeve of his jacket. His hair was messy, and exhaustion had settled around his eyes. But the moment he saw me, his expression changed. More like a relief. For a few seconds, I could not moved. I had imagined this moment countless times since our phone call. In some versions, I apologized immediately. In others, I asked him to take me away before anyone could stop us. But when he finally stood in front of me, every word disappeared. He reached for me. I stepped into his arms, and he pulled me against his chest

Lucy POV I left before the sun rose. The bag was already packed. I had checked it twice the night before. My hands did not shake when I pulled it from under the bed. I changed into the clothes I had set aside, tied my hair back, and slipped the silver pendant that would dulled my scent while I am away from this place, far away from home. My wolf was quiet. She had been quiet since Adrian left my room the night before. And I could feel the painful pull. My wolf struggled on the inside, trying to feel strong while the bond broke. She did not understand why we were moving. She only knew the bond was still there, thin and confused, pulling toward a man who was somewhere get away z I opened the door and listened. The hallway was empty. I walked the long way past the kitchen, the way I had written down, and found the service path still unlocked. No one stopped me. No one called my name. The night guards were distracted too and off their duty post. I had timed it. The bond pulled but

Lucy’s POV Sleep refuses to come as usual. No matter how many times I close my eyes, Adrian’s face kept reflecting in my vision. I turn to my side and pull the blanket over my shoulder. I hate him. At least, that is what I keep telling myself. I glance at the clock on the bedside table to see it’s 12.AM. I let out a frustrated breath and throw the blanket aside. There is no point pretending I will sleep tonight. My body is exhausted, but my mind refuses to rest. The room feels suffocating too, and I desperately need some fresh air. I slip my feet into my slippers and quietly open the bedroom door. The hallway is dimly lit. Most of the lights have been switched off, leaving only the small wall lamps glowing along the corridor. I glance toward Eric’s room. His door is closed, and I assume he is still sleeping peacefully. After checking that nobody is around, I begin walking toward the sitting room. I remember seeing a large balcony there earlier, and perhaps I can stand near the