Todos los capítulos de Taming My Biker Alpha Stepbrother: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

I wanted to not just fuck my stepbrother. I wanted to own him, make sure he forgot where I ended and where he began. That was what I wanted more than anything in the world. But he was the only thing I couldn’t have. “It’s late, Ael.” My voice was gentle as I watched him stagger into the house. He was drunk, smelled like engine oil and cheap beer, and there was a smudge of something dark on his jaw that I wanted to lick off. I didn’t move from the kitchen island. I just watched him, fingers curled around a mug of tea I’d long stopped drinking. Ael kicked off his boots, a low groan leaving his lips as he missed the rack, and left them in the middle of the hallway. His vest followed. Then he was just standing there in a t-shirt, swaying slightly, his dark hair a mess and his eyes half-lidded. “Come here.” I set the mug down and walked toward him. Closer now, I could smell his pheromones. His natural Alpha scent that should have been repulsive to me but now made me want to own

Ael: give me back my vest, 개새끼 Read at 2:13am Son of a bitch. I stared at the message, unable to soothe the butterflies in my chest that had transmigrated from my belly. He was awake. At two in the morning. Thinking about me. Thinking about the vest— which meant thinking about last night, about my hands on his throat, about my body pinning his to the floor. I didn't respond. I just lay there in the dark of my room, phone screen glowing against my face, reading the message over and over. I had a basketball match. Violin class. Meetings with the student body. But I was too horny to sleep. My Ael was thinking about me. My hand reached into my sweatpants, my thoughts moving back to the feeling of him under him. The way he looked at me with fury. I pulled his vest out from under my pillow and pressed it into my face. “Fuck.” So raw. So masculine. So him. I’d never taken drugs before. Never done anything I shouldn’t be doing. But his scent was flooding my nerves, elevatin

Ael“You don’t know where your fucking kutte is? You know what that means right?” My jaw tightened, my head staying low. I was grateful that the President’s office smelled like stale beer, motor oil, and the particular brand of cheap incense he insisted on burning because he thought it made them look less like a gang and more like a legitimate business. “Someone took it. I'll get it back.”President Osyth took out his cigar and lit it up. He was the oldest of the biker club— Dogtooth MC, with a habit of picking up kids from the street and giving them something to do with themselves before they died. Like me. “You’re still a rookie. You know that, don’t you, Cheon-sa. Everyone knows your family background and some of them think you’re gonna be a sell out but I thought I could trust you. You’re saying I made a mistake?”My tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, against the piercing that had been a gift from the President himself when they first met. “No, Prez.”The stapler came

His head slammed into mine before I could react. The impact cracked through my skull, white-hot and blinding. My grip on his mouth loosened, and Ael shoved me back hard enough that I went down. He was on top of me before I could move, his fists raining down instantly. “You keep talking like you don’t understand what a fucking boundary is! What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not interested in you. I don’t want you. I don’t want you in my business. I don’t want your fucking dick. I don’t want you in my life. You’re a pathetic dog that doesn’t know what consent is!”I took every hit he gave before he stopped. His face was red, sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted. His eyes could barely focus on me. I reached out for his raised bloodied knuckle and brought it lower. “Be careful. You could hurt yourself like this. And in the state you’re in—”He leaned down and kissed me. The world stopped.His mouth was on mine, his split lip mixing with the one he’d given. The pain was ele

I should have fucked him. “Why are they staring so much?” Ael’s voice was groggier in the mornings. Rougher. I hadn’t noticed how severe it was until he appeared at my room door the next morning saying he’d left his bike in the alleyway and needed a drive to his club. Of course, I drove him instead to school. “My entire face is roughened up because of you. It has never happened. Plus, I usually walk alone. It’s rare to see someone by my side.”“Why?”I looked at him. He still hadn’t collected his vest from me nor had he mentioned it because Cheon-as ‘Ael’ Kim had decided to act like what happened last night was all my imagination. I hated it. “I don’t exactly enjoy being spoken to—”“Neven!” The preppy female voice caught me off guard. I turned to look at them, noticing the horde of omega women standing in front of me. “Oh my god, are you okay? And who’s—” they all looked to my side, every one of them shaking and cowering. “W-Who’s this? Is— is he the reason you’re hurt?”Usually