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Chapter Fifty: All is fair in love.
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Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-One: Bear my Sorrow
Marko N. I."I know who it is."A familiar feminine voice startled him in the darkness of his room.The entire palace was in disarray, his father was in the hospital, and his mother had made herself scarce.Who knew the death of a second wife, who handled nothing in the castle beside his father’s bed, would cause such a commotion?It was a pity she was pregnant, but even if her life had not ended at the foot of the main entrance’s stairs, there would be no future for her in the royal line now that she had defiled the council's rule."Alba?"He called as he turned on the lights in his room.It was six a.m., and he hadn't slept in two days, thanks to the chaos in the Palace."I said I know who ordered the servant to push her down the stairs."Alba, for her youthful beauty, looked terrible.Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair unkempt, and her clothes had perhaps been on her body for two if not three, days.She was not well.After hurling her fists at him, blaming him for not keeping an eye
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Two: A Lie
His eyes raked the letter Alba left behind again.‘Will arrive at the conference with Alpha Rhett-Alba’She lived with him, so why did she need to arrive at the conference with another man, especially one with a reputation as a manwhore.He couldn’t make sense of the note, and while the letter’s contents irked him, his hand scrunched it only to unravel it seconds later because he didn’t want to lose anything that had Alba’s mark.With his breakfast and morning routine complete, he made his way to the press conference venue, an area swarmed with more reporters than he wished to address. Yet even after settling in his seat, she had yet to arrive.‘I love you more’.His mind played her sound again, and rather than exciting him, the words elicited a stabbing pain in his chest.Christ, had he made a mistake? Should he have chosen her? But then, what would that mean for his image, for his mother?Choosing her would make him lose everything about himself, so…He took a deep soothing breath
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Three: My Business.
Alba C.His eyes were wild, his shock gut-wrenching, but more than that was the pale state of the reporters in the hall at his commanding and uncontrolled emotions.I squelch the yearning to soothe him that builds within me, coupled with a maddening desire to stroke his flesh and whisper sweet apologetic words.Did he feel this way too, or am I still the only one that softens each time he shows me such expressions?Is it odd that I would rather him be furious with me than hurt?But again, only an idiot can fall for the same play twice.Marko’s shocked gaze trains on me, warning that he was about to lose his cool, a pity because I wanted to drag this out as long as I could. Still, at this rate, the reporters might collapse under his abilities that require emotional stability for adequate control.My legs find their strength, so I stand, wanting to distract the reporters from their discomfort."Any further questions?""C-can you prove your engagement?"A female reporter in a green suit
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Four: One Who Sees {I}
What…in high heaven is going on? Why does the Alpha sound as if he is ready to throw hands?"Okay!"I yell, interrupting the preposterous scene unfolding before me.Marko will not leave until he has said his peace plus…there is more we need to discuss.“Alpha, could you give us a few minutes?”Alpha Rhett’s frown makes me uneasy, but he nods.I can guess it is because he fears us together, especially in a public space like this, but he shouldn’t. I know better.“I will wait for you by the car; you asked me to drop you at the temple, right?”Marko’s grip on me tightens; any more pressure and I might not have a wrist.Still, am I having a stroke? Why would he say that? Why would he imply he knows the Lycan is my mate?“Right.”I utter quickly before Marko’s tug of my flesh grows more aggressive.His car is empty, neither his driver nor security in sight, as if he had ordered them to clear out earlier.“Does he know?”I am not surprised that this is his first question, even less that he
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Five: Your Territory
The ride to the temple was quiet, perhaps because the Alpha uttered nothing, which was fine with me because my stomach remained in knots and my bones still quivered. In my state, I could hold nothing, let alone a conversation.I did not regret my actions; the memory of him dashing after another woman when I stood before him keeps reaffirming my need to bolster his misery. At this point, it does not matter if he howls my name in pain; as long as it is my name on his lips, then I would gladly set his world on fire.But it is precisely these thoughts that terrify me; I do not want his life in my hands. I do not wish to bear the responsibility for anyone’s life.This rejection is a good idea, but I wish I could get Kaisa to agree on the same."Say I ask you to behave, to stop thinking of the king as intensely as you are now; how will you react?"Alpha Rhett asks for the first time since the drive began."I will ask you-”I stop to clear the coarseness in my throat before I continue.“I wi
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Six: Marie
Morning reached far slower than I thought it would; then again, tossing and turning only makes one accountable for every ticking second. The open dome-shaped room I am guided to after breakfast is spacious and devoid of excessive furnishings, merely two pillows on opposite sides of the altar at the centre. Light trickles in from the open roof. Typically moonlight pools in from the opening during mating rituals at night, but even light from the sun is enough for rejections. Marko enters the room with his father from the other door on the opposite side. He has on the same loose-fitting cream gown I do because, before the goddess, we must all present in humility, with no jewellery, makeup or fancy clothing. Yet even bare, he still manages to still my beating heart. In an instant, the turmoil inside me vanishes at the realisation that I still…want him, despite the pain he inflicts carelessly. I want to cry, wail, weep so the despair inside me at what I lose from this event lessens, b
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Seven: Fantasies you Craft
Alba C I can smell the ocean from...here, but I cannot tell where ‘here’ is. I stand in an open-spaced living room made of brightly polished wood that reminds me of those commonly around the homes crafted on tropical islands. The humidity is a little annoying, but my body, as if accustomed to the home’s layout, reaches for the thermostat. "Mama!" A small yet loud voice calls from far away, melting my chest to a gooey degree; who knew there was such a title that could hold such power over me? "Yes, honey?" My response is again as automatic as my body knowing where the thermostat controller is. When no response follows, I move deeper into the house, past what looks like a kitchen to a little door that requires my bending for passage; there, the vast sea greets me with its strong breeze and scent of salt. The regret I feel is instant as I might miss the ‘mama’ call due to the loudness of the ocean. The sand burns as I walk barefoot through it, searching for any sign of life, when
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Fifty-Eight: My Mate
Her words are spoken with such sorrow that they laden my heart.‘He is yet another to abandon us’.Yet if she were to count me, then I would be among her numbers, among those that would leave her behind to suffer in loneliness.But it was the relief of not caring for one who did not care about me that scared me; what kind of child is relieved at their parent’s death? A parent who could abandon them to live her fairy tale but didn’t.But would it not have been easier if mother cut ties with me in the name of her mate? Maybe then I would not be as twisted as I am. Maybe then I would have been softer in my speech and mannerisms, but whom am I kidding?If mother left me at Red Graw, I would be among Alpha Jax’s toys.So then when…when will I feel saddened by her death because all I feel is guilt at not being sad.I settle next to Kaisa; as much as I wish to comfort her, there is not much I can say to her statement except; ‘I know’ or ‘I was there’, so I say nothing, perhaps because the pa
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