บททั้งหมดของ MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH MY SECRET IDENTITY : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

♣️XAVIER♣️My father found me in the training room before I'd even had the chance to sit down, still in the shirt I'd worn to dinner, my knuckles wrapped from a session I hadn't finished yet."You stared at her the entire meal." He shut the door behind him instead to knocking, which told me exactly how serious he intended this conversation to be."I stared at my new stepsister. Forgive me for noticing the person joining this family.""That's not what that was, Xavier, and you know it." He crossed his arms, the same stance he took whenever a warrior under his command needed correcting instead of praising. "I saw your face when you walked in. I've seen that face before, on you, and I didn't like it then either."I unwound the wrap from my knuckles slower than I needed to, giving myself something to do with my hands instead of answering him right away. "You don't actually know anything about that family. Debt up to their necks, a sick daughter in the hospital, and a mother who needed a h

♣️XAVIER♣️I stood at the edge of the forest with my warriors around me, and none of us spoke, because there was nothing left to say before a hunt like this one.Twelve prisoners tonight. The ones who had crossed into our territory and killed three of our men doing it. I had waited for this moment.The horn sounded and I heard them run, their boots crashing through the brush, breathing already ragged with fear. My men spread out around me, moving the way I had trained them to move, quiet, patient, pushing the prisoners deeper into the trees instead of chasing them down all at once.I found the first one crouched behind a fallen log, shaking so hard I could hear the branches rattle above his head."You crossed our border." I crouched in front of him. "You killed three of my men doing it.""Please." His voice broke on the word. "I have a family. I have—""So did the men you killed." I didn't feel anything when I said it, not rage, not satisfaction either, just the flat certainty of a de

🌸VIOLET🌸 The Knight Estate looked even bigger in daylight than it had the night of that first dinner, all pale stone and towering windows, and I stood in the entrance hall with my duffel bag cutting into my shoulder, trying to understand how three days of paperwork and one signature had turned into moving in before the wedding had even happened. "I know this is sudden." Marcus Knight met us at the door himself, the way he had that first night, his voice warm in a way that still caught me off guard given everything I'd heard whispered about this family in the pack. "I wanted you settled before the wedding chaos starts. No sense in you three living out of boxes for another month, not when there's this much space sitting empty." "Thank you, Marcus." My mother's voice carried real relief, and I hated how much that relief made it hard to argue with him standing right there in front of us. He crouched slightly to meet my sister's eyes, his tone gentling in a way I hadn't expected from

🌸VIOLET🌸 Violence. Really. I stood on that balcony a full minute after he walked away, staring at the empty space where he'd been standing, my heart still slamming against my ribs like it hadn't gotten the message that the danger had passed. Violence. Like I was something feral he'd decided to name instead of a person with an actual identity. Welcome to the devil's den, he'd said, without even turning around, like he already knew I'd still be standing there listening to the sound of his voice long after he'd gone. I hated that. I hated it more because some traitorous part of my chest had gone warm at the sound of it instead of cold, and I pressed the heel of my hand against my sternum like I could physically shove the feeling back down where it belonged. Devil's den. I was already living in it. I'd made that decision the second I let my mother sign those papers, the second I let her convince herself this was a fresh start instead of a cage with better furniture, and now

🌸VIOLET🌸 I spent the rest of the ride with my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window, watching streetlights blur into long smears of gold against the dark, my mind replaying every second of that exchange on a loop I couldn't shut off no matter how hard I tried. The way his voice had dropped on where are you going. The way he'd said Devil like it was a gift instead of an insult. The way my own body had responded to him standing that close, heat pooling somewhere low and unwelcome, betraying every ounce of the disgust I kept insisting I felt for him. I paid the driver two blocks from the club and walked the rest of the way on foot, my sneakers quiet against the cracked pavement, slipping in through the back entrance the way I always did. The familiar smell hit me the second I stepped inside, stale perfume layered over cheap cleaning products, a smell that should have repulsed me and instead settled something in my chest, almost a relief after the heavy, expensive air