All Chapters of claimed by my alpha step brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Morning in the Alpha’s house felt like walking through someone else’s life.I stayed in my room until the last possible minute, listening to footsteps and low voices downstairs. When I finally came down, my mother was already at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee, smiling like this was normal. Tristan sat across from her, scrolling through his phone, a half-eaten piece of toast on his plate. He didn’t look up right away, but I felt the shift in the air the second I entered.“Morning, Phyna,” my mother said brightly. “There’s food if you’re hungry.”“I’m fine.” My voice came out quieter than I intended.Tristan’s eyes lifted then. Slow. Deliberate. He took in my simple black hoodie, the way I kept my hair down to hide most of my face, the bag hanging off one shoulder. Something unreadable flickered across his expression before he looked back at his phone.“School starts in twenty,” he said, like he was reminding the room and not just me. “Don’t be late on your first day.”I didn’t

I made it home without speaking to him once.That should have felt like a victory. Instead, it only made the silence inside the Alpha’s house feel heavier. My mother was in the kitchen talking with Tristan’s father when I walked in. I mumbled a quiet greeting, grabbed a glass of water, and went straight upstairs. I didn’t look toward the living room. I didn’t check if Tristan was already home. I just closed my bedroom door and locked it.For the first time since I arrived, the lock felt necessary.I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. The rumors at school had grown louder by the last period. Girls I had never spoken to watched me in the hallway. Some whispered behind their hands. One of them had deliberately bumped my shoulder and muttered, “Stay away from him.”I pressed my hands against my face.This was exactly why I had to keep my distance. Tristan was not just popular. He was wanted. Claimed by half the school in their minds already. A

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the weight of Tristan’s arm around my waist again, the heat of his body, the way his voice had dropped when he said that single, impossible word. *Mate.* It echoed in my head like a warning I couldn’t shut off. My wolf paced restlessly under my skin the entire night, confused and drawn toward the room down the hall no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.By the time the sky started to lighten, I had already decided.I would leave the house before he woke up.I moved quietly, pulling on the first clothes I could find—dark jeans, an oversized sweater, sneakers. I tied my hair back tightly and avoided the mirror. I didn’t want to see whatever expression was on my face. When I cracked my door open, the hallway was still dark and silent. Tristan’s door remained closed. I slipped past it like a shadow, heart hammering, and made it down the stairs without a sound.The kitchen was empty. I grabbed my bag and was halfway to the front door wh

The next morning, the bond felt heavier.It sat under my skin like a second pulse, constant and demanding. I had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment Tristan’s hand had rested against my cheek and the way my body had betrayed me by leaning into it. The memory made my chest ache. The worst part was how much I already missed the relief that single touch had given me.I stayed in my room until the last possible second, hoping the house would empty before I had to face anyone. It almost worked. When I finally came downstairs, my mother and Tristan’s father had already left. The kitchen was quiet.Almost.Tristan stood near the counter with his back to me, pouring coffee into a second mug. He didn’t turn around when he spoke.“You didn’t eat last night.”I stopped in the doorway. “I’m not hungry.”“That’s a lie.” He turned then, eyes steady on mine. There were faint shadows under them, like he hadn’t slept much either. He held the second mug out toward me. “

I woke up with the taste of him still on my lipsFor a few disorienting seconds I lay still, staring at the ceiling, wondering if the night before had been a dream. Then the memory rushed back in full force—Tristan’s hand in my hair, the heat of his mouth, the way the bond had settled the moment I stopped fighting. My cheeks burned. My wolf stretched under my skin, content for the first time in days.I had kissed him.I had kissed my mate… and my stepbrother.The two truths sat side by side in my chest, equally heavy.I forced myself out of bed and into the shower, hoping the hot water would clear my head. It didn’t. Every time I closed my eyes I felt his forehead against mine again, heard the rough edge in his voice when he said he had wanted to do that since the night he recognized me.By the time I came downstairs, the house was already moving. My mother stood at the stove. Tristan’s father sat at the table with a tablet. And Tristan leaned against the counter, coffee in hand, look