All Chapters of Falling For My Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

/The Present- Eleven Years Later/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Remember when I said this could all blow up in my mother’s face? Well, it did. Eight months after we had that conversation my mother did the unthinkable. She came home with a ring and told me the pack alpha was divorcing his sick wife to be with her. Um, the pack did not take that likely. The alpha can command all he wants but that never stopped the whole pack from spitting on her and calling her the devil.She cried through the wedding, and I wouldn’t speak to her. Till today, I don’t talk to her the way I used to. She threw away two families to marry a bastard and no one blames him for it. People have grown to like me. They think I’m funny, amazing, and a promising member of the Silverclaw Pack. Like they thought it was only a matter of time before I’d be kicked out.I’m currently the captain of the Silverclaw Storm. The football team of the pack, and going to the main private univers

»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««It’s been three weeks, and you want to know the bullshit I got for a crime I didn’t commit? Suspension. For six whole fucking months. The dean called me the next day after my phone call to my bastard father. They’re doing some investigation but the student body voted for me to be expelled because they’ve already demonized me without any conclusive proof. And it doesn’t help that I’d attacked one of Lucian’s friends one day before his attack.The school says they'll lift the suspension if I’m innocent, but if I’m guilty I’ll be expelled. Tried and sent to the Silverclaw penitentiary. I’m so pissed. I packed up my things and got in my car to make the four-hour drive back to my father’s house.I moved out of that place at eighteen, and I’ve been living between Zion’s home and the university dorm/the Moonhowlers fraternity. Paying for my college with my trust fund. It’s a fatty trust fund that I received at the age of eighteen. So even though it was

»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««I can’t believe I have to cook for this bastard. I immediately called Zion. I’m a good cook, I know it. Everything I eat needs to be planned out because I’m an athlete. I don’t have a sweet tooth, and I despise having to cook for someone.I used to cook with my father, but that has sullied things for me. Now I have to prepare a meal for the jackass whose mother couldn’t keep her legs closed. Zion answered after the first ring, I placed him on speaker.“How’s the house arrest going?”“Does everyone know about it?”Zion doesn’t say anything, and soon the call goes from audio to video. I clicked accepted and hooked the phone up against the toaster on the counter. Then I grabbed some items. I know I have to cook, and feed Lucian. But god, I’m a fucking brilliant athlete. Why on earth have I been reduced to a servant?Zion stares at me, then he gives me a lopsided smile. His green eyes were a perfect contrast to his dark skin, it made him appear c

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up from another nightmare, feeling like my throat was closing up. Percy was there, eyes scanning over my face with an annoyed look that I was calling the signature Percy look. That expression that said making one wrong move could land you in my current position. He pointed silently to the tray on the bedside table.“You need to eat, and take your medication.”I frowned at him. What time was it? I swear he’d brought me food before. Was that all in my head? Percy got up, moving towards the bed. He moved my body into a sitting position and offered me water. Then he placed a wooden tray over my lap.The food .... looked nice, but the look in Percy’s eyes made me wonder why he was giving me a nice meal? In my dream, the food hadn’t looked good when I saw it. But I think it tasted nice, or I couldn’t really taste anything. Who really knows?I didn’t complain though. It was a pasta dish. He handed me my medicine, taking the bottle of water because I didn’t

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Before I could ask them anything, they offered to carry me down to the living room so they could air out my room. When I asked if it smelled, Lionel said it smelled like death. I’m guessing he could sense I’d been here since I was released from the hospital, and the entire room was sort of depressing.Ben was the bigger one amongst the three of us so he helped me into the wheelchair, and out into the hall while Lionel aired the room and changed the sheets. It’s good to have friends who have your back. When Ben dislocated his shoulder we were there for you. Sure, none of us have ever been this badly hurt but that doesn’t change the fact that we’ll always be there for each other.My mother had set a ramp on the side of the stairs, ben helped me wheel down it since I could only use one hand and that ramp honestly seemed so scary. What if I fall and cause more damage to my body?Ben doesn’t let that happen though, and we make it to the living room safely. He plac