Falling For My Alpha Stepbrother
Just the overwhelming sensation of him—his warmth, the pressure of the kiss, the faint taste of something metallic, like we were both carrying too much of our shared past into this moment.
Then everything snapped back into focus.
Anger flared hot in my chest, mingling with a tidal wave of confusion and something I didn’t want to name. I could feel it in the way he kissed me—how it wasn’t about softness or affection. It was raw, bruising, a collision of emotions neither of us could name.
This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust.
This was hate, spilling out in the most chaotic, desperate form it could take. Because this is what we have. Hate. Boiling, unstoppable hate for each other that made a n
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