All Chapters of My Twin Alpha Stepbrother Mates: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Michael's weight bore down on me, almost suffocating as he pressed his chest against mine. His body radiated heat like a furnace, the intense warmth searing my skin wherever it touched his. The physical discomfort was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil raging inside me—shame, fear, and a deep, gnawing sense of helplessness. His eyes locked onto mine, and the fury blazing within them made my breath catch in my throat. I couldn't look away, even though every instinct screamed at me to do so."You belong to me now," Michael's voice was low, a dangerous growl that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're mine. And that means I can do whatever I want with you. I've been too lenient, too indulgent. But since you seem to think I'm soft, I'll show you just how far I'm willing to go."His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, heavy with unspoken threats. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, his eyes raking over my body as if they could strip away my clothing. I felt utterly exposed,

Michael continued his explanation, his voice softening slightly as if trying to ease the blow of his words. "When someone is involved in two relationships, theoretically, they can draw strength from both. But your situation is a bit different."He paused, his eyes filled with a rare moment of sympathy. "Your bond with Robert was damaged by his betrayal even before he marked his chosen mate. That’s why you experienced so much pain. When he did finally mark her, your wolf was torn apart by the agony of a bond that hadn’t been fully dissolved. The bond with his new mate gave him a new source of strength, and because they have a strong emotional foundation, it amplified his power while doubling the damage inflicted on you."I already knew what Michael was telling me. It was this very reason that fueled my hatred for Robert. It was so unfair—Robert had betrayed me, yet he seemed to escape any real consequences for his actions."But this kind of damage is reversible," Michael said, his eyes

I looked at Sasha, confused. "What?"Sasha sighed dramatically. "Michael blocked my credit card. Do you have any money?"I opened my purse and showed it to her. "I have some," I said.Sasha glanced at the few thin bills in my purse and frowned. "These aren't enough."I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. "Then what should we do?"Sasha seemed genuinely shocked. "No way! Michael didn’t give you his card? He's a very wealthy man, Cecily. Quick, take out the card that Michael gave you." Her eyes sparkled with a premeditated gleam, and I realized this was the real reason she'd come to me today.I spread my hands and shrugged. "I really don’t have any credit cards. You might be disappointed."Sasha eyed me suspiciously, then took my purse from my hand to examine it herself. I let her rummage through it, confident she wouldn’t find anything.But then I heard her exclaim, "Wow!" Sasha pulled out a gold card from a hidden pocket in my purse and waved it in front of me. "I was wrong ea

After Michael left, I sat alone on the couch, staring at the gold card in my hand. My mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions. I should have been focused on my classes, my homework, anything productive—but all I could think about was the reason Michael had given me this card. It was obviously significant, yet I couldn’t figure out what it meant for him to entrust it to me.In the week I had spent with Michael, I had started to settle into a routine. Breakfast and dinner together, evenings spent doing my assignments while Michael worked at the table. We would sometimes play games, watch movies, and then sleep in the same bed at night. It was a strange kind of harmony that had developed between us, and despite my initial resistance, I found myself developing feelings for him.But now, everything felt like it had been upended. We had returned to square one, where our relationship seemed more like that of a caretaker and a prisoner rather than two people who might become lovers. I tried

However, it wasn't long before I felt my body becoming increasingly restless. The discomfort was unbearable, and I couldn't help but wriggle against his body in an attempt to find relief.What kind of alcohol was this? Why did it have such a strong aftereffect?My consciousness became more and more muddled, to the point where I couldn't even remember who was holding me."Don't move," I heard the person say, but I didn't want to listen anymore. My body felt like it was on fire. I struggled more violently. "Let me go. Let me down. I want water...""I told you not to move!" he said through gritted teeth. I felt wronged and shrank back into his embrace, but my body was burning up. Why was I still being scolded? This person was a bully, completely unreasonable. Yet, despite that, I was reluctant to leave his embrace."You look like that b*stard," I whispered, my words slurring. "He's always controlling me, won't let me do anything. He even threatened me and left me here alone. He's just a