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Chapter 9

Selene

I find Mom the next morning glued to the tv, watching the morning news. Apparently, Alpha King Derek, Philip's brother, is missing. I wonder if that's the reason everyone seems to tense today.

"Hey Mom," I greet her.

She looks up with a smile. "Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?"

I tense at the question.

Not at all.

I stayed up all night replaying Phoenix's words, and I couldn't stop the aching between my legs. And knowing he was asleep in the room next to mine didn't help at all. Eventually, I tried to go to the bathroom to splash some water on my face, and as I passed his door, I found it slightly cracked open.

Unable to stop myself, I pushed it open a little more. There he was, his solid body beneath the sheets, hair falling over his eyes as he snored softly. Damn, he's literally the sexiest guy I've ever met.

"No, I didn't sleep well last night," I finally reply.

Mom's expression morphs with concern. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I feel uncomfortable with Phoenix being here, Mom," I confess. "You didn't even ask for my input before you and Philip made this decision."

She purses her lips. "I'm sorry, Selene. But he's your stepbrother. I couldn't exactly tell Philip no."

"What about my feelings, Mom? I thought you cared about my well-being too," I argue, my fists curling at my sides. "Just tell Philip his son has to move out and find somewhere else to live."

Sighing, Mom shakes her head. "That wouldn't be fair. I believe he's a good person. I know he has a past, but I think he's learned from his mistakes. We should give him a chance."

I let out a frustrated laugh. "Are you serious, Mom? Maybe you've forgotten that he smashed a glass right in front of us, or that his mom "mysteriously" died. I looked him up last night. He doesn't even have a social media presence. Who doesn't have at least one social media account?" I ask, raising my voice.

He might have Mom fooled, but somethings off about him, and it's not because he makes me feel butterflies every time he's around.

"Selene," Mom warns, his tone disapproving.

"No, Mom," I persist. "I think we're living with a potential sociopath. What if you're his next target? What if he's just buttering you up to be murdered in your sleep like his mom was?"

Suddenly, I catch a whiff of his scent. Whirling around, I find him standing in the doorway.

Damn it, he probably just heard everything I just said.

His expression remains impassive as he stares at me. He must have just come from a run. He's shirtless, his chiseled abs glistening with sweat.

I imagine myself licking his chest, working my way down until I reach that happy trail to his...

Stop being disgusting, Selene!

My cheeks blossom with heat. Okay, maybe my entire body is on fire.

Completely flustered, I excuse myself and rush upstairs to take a shower. I turn the knob to the coldest setting, hoping to wash away my impure thoughts of my stepbrother.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Even when he caught me talking about him behind his back, I could only think about the things I could do to him.

He must be pissed off at him, or maybe he doesn't care at all. He doesn't seem to care about anything, even the fact that he keeps inappropriately flirting with his stepsister.

But I can't talk. Now I can't stop thinking about licking the sweat off his chest, tasting the musky flavor of his skin.

Stop, Selene! I chastise myself.

As I turn off the shower and prepare to step out, I realize there are no clean towels on the hook. Ugh, this never happened when we didn't live with boys!

I contemplate running to my room naked, but I can't risk Phoenix seeing me. I would die from embarrassment.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and it opens before I can respond.

Who the hell-

"Need a towel, little wolf?" a familiar, cocky voice asks.

Angry bees buzz in my stomach. He's in the fucking bathroom with me.

"Yes," I whisper, knowing he can still hear me.

I reach out my hand from behind the frosted glass door and feel the soft cotton of the towel. I quickly wrap it around my body, still seeing Phoenix's silhouette in the bathroom, and I know he can see mine.

'Can you get the fuck out?" I ask, the frustration evident in my voice.

Maybe I should be nicer that he got me a towel, but what if he did it on purpose? It can't be a coincidence that we didn't have towels in here, there are three omega servants that manage the packhouse each day.

He simply chuckles. "I will, but first give me a glimpse."

My breath hitches. "O-Of what?" I stammer.

He has to be joking, right? But the thought fills a part of me—the part of me that apparently doesn't understand the difference between right or wrong—with excitement.

"Hmm, I don't know. Flash your pussy or maybe those giant tits. I want something good to stroke my dick to later."

Holy shit!

Overcome with lust and embarrassment, I lose my grip and slip, but strong hands wrap around me. I still, feeling my back pressed against his muscular chest.

Is...is he in the shower with me?

"Careful, sister. You could've had a nasty fall," he whispers into the shell of my ear.

I suck in a deep beath, unable to speak.

"Did you hurt yourself, my dear sister? Or have I stunned you into silence?"

I can feel my wolf's excitement at his fingers burning my skin. Even with the cold shower, I'm on fire all over again.

His hot breath fans over my neck, and my heart races as I feel his canines brush against my neck. I shudder violently, wishing he would bite me.

Wait, what am I saying? He's not my mate. That can't happen.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I push away from him, turning to face him. He looks down at me with a cocky smirk. "Can you stop calling me your fucking sister? Especially while you're touching me?" I hiss, shooting him a glare. "It's disgusting."

His grin widens. "Kiss me, then. Perhaps that will remind me that you're not my sister," he purrs.

Kiss him. Why does that sound so tempting?

"W-What?" I ask breathlessly.

I look down to see the outline of his very hard cock along the side of his thigh. Like the entire thigh.

Holy shit, what does he feed that thing?

My core clenches with need. He's hard for me. It sends a intoxicating surge of thrill and power over me.

His blue eyes seem to glow with hunger, and I watch as he reaches down and touches the outline of his cock. "Look what you do to me, little wolf," he croons. I suggest if you don't want anything to happen, you scurry to your room before the big bad wolf catches you."

His voice is low and threatening. A promise.

I don't hesitate, and rush out of the bathroom before I do something stupid like let him catch me.

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