Todos los capítulos de MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH MY SECRET IDENTITY : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

♣️XAVIER ♣️I made it back to the estate in the evening, still carrying the smell of forest smoke on my clothes from tracking another dead-end lead on W's movements, the man's crew scattering three separate times before I gave up the chase for the day. I was suspecting an attack sometime soon, sooner than my father's intelligence estimated, and the closer I got to confirming it, the less patience I had left for anything that wasn't directly useful.Dorian had already collected the errand my father sent him on earlier, some paperwork tied to Thorneveil logistics I hadn't bothered reading past the first page, and I took the folder off his hands with a nod before heading straight for the arena instead of the house.Mallon stood the second I walked through the gate, his salute crisp, practiced, a habit I never asked for and never bothered discouraging. I ignored the gesture entirely."How strong are the cadets?" I dropped a file onto the table beside him. "They'll be going on their first

🌸VIOLET 🌸I followed him.I wasn't sure what irritated me more, the fact that he'd ordered me to follow him without a single word of explanation, or the fact that my own feet had actually obeyed the second the words left his mouth.Xavier walked ahead of me in silence, his shoulders straight, his steps measured, not one wasted motion anywhere in the way he carried himself across the gravel. Cold. Completely, infuriatingly cold, nothing in his posture giving away a single thing happening behind that unreadable expression.I hated that. I hated that three days ago I had seen something different behind those same eyes, had felt it pressed against my own mouth, and now he walked in front of me like none of that had ever happened at all, like I hadn't spent three straight days hiding in my own room because I couldn't scrub the memory of him out of my skull.I followed him out of the arena and across the grounds without asking a single question, my training bag still slung over one should

♣️XAVIER ♣️The call ended with a click, and I lowered the phone, staring at the dark screen for a full second before tossing it onto the table with more force than the motion required.The club was closed for tonight.GoodShe had a mission tomorrow, and somehow Violet Woods had still found time to walk straight back into that building and dance for a room full of men.For money.My jaw tightened.No.That wasn't actually the part that clawed hardest under my skin. If it were only money driving her back through those doors, she would have taken what I threw at her that night and stayed away entirely, or come straight to me and asked for more if what I'd given her hadn't been enough.But she went back. After everything that happened between us. After she knew I had caught her.She still walked straight back into that fucking club.I dragged a hand hard over my face, my palm scraping against days-old stubble I hadn't bothered shaving.It’s for the sick pleasure of it, apparently.The i

🌸VIOLET 🌸My eyes opened slowly, and for a few seconds I had no idea where I was at all.The ceiling above me sat unfamiliar, dark and expensive-looking, wood beams crossing overhead in a pattern I didn't recognize, and the sheets beneath my body felt far too soft to belong to my own bed.I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I shot upright so fast my head spun hard, black spots bursting bright at the edges of my vision.My gaze swept the room fast. Dark walls. Low, warm lighting even in daylight, the curtains pulled heavy across enormous windows. Black furniture arranged with the exact same severe precision I'd already memorized weeks ago.My stomach dropped straight through the mattress.Xavier's room.I stared down at the sheets pooled around my waist, my heart slamming hard against my ribs. I was in Xavier's bed, in Xavier's room, and I had absolutely no memory of how I'd gotten here.Last night came back in pieces, sharp and disjointed. The fight with Marisol. The empty street. The man'

🌸VIOLET🌸"They are about fifteen of them, Boss W."My entire body went rigid.Boss W.The words barely registered at first, sound arriving before meaning did, and I stayed pressed flat against that cold stone wall, barely breathing, my fingers curled hard enough against the rough surface behind me that I felt every jagged edge biting into my skin.W? Did he mean the notorious head of the rogues, the man who'd been terrorizing this territory for over two decades, the one whose name Marisol and Lydia had speculated about over a television broadcast covering an attack that had left Xavier bleeding.My stomach dropped straight through the ground beneath me.No. My mind rejected the thought before it could even finish forming, throwing up every wall I owned against it.Then I heard that voice again.That exact voice, the one I had spent years constructing careful, deliberate barriers around, the one that still showed up uninvited in nightmares that woke me shaking some nights even now, y