All Chapters of Falling For My Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────««Why, Percy? Why the hell did you do it? Why did you take that leap of anger, of frustration, and kiss Lucian of all people?I pace the length of the empty room, my hands pulling at my hair, my breathing erratic and shallow. My chest feels tight—too tight—and my heart is pounding so hard it’s almost deafening.Shit. Am I having a panic attack?I force myself to stop pacing, gripping the edge of the desk like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. My knuckles turn white, and I stare at the woodgrain, trying to steady my breath.In through the nose, out through the mouth. Focus. Just focus.But I can’t. My mind is a storm, a relentless spiral of why, why, why?Why did I kiss him?It wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. Enemies don’t kiss. People like me don’t... do that.And yet I did.I kissed Lucian, and it wasn’t some calculated move or even a slip of control. It was pure instinct, raw and reckless and so g

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Falling on Percy should’ve hurt, but the alcohol had numbed most of the pain radiating from my injured leg. Tomorrow, I’d probably regret every bit of this, but right now, my focus wasn’t on the ache—it was on Percy, sprawled beneath me, unmoving. His chest rose and fell steadily, the rhythm of his heart filling the silence between us.I hovered above him, staring down into his disheveled form. I didn’t feel drunk—though I knew I was. Sober me would’ve hesitated, would’ve second-guessed the impulse. But the alcohol blurred the lines, and silenced the inner voice screaming at me to stop.I leaned down and kissed him.I expected resistance, a shove, or some sharp remark, but instead, Percy responded. His lips parted, accepting me. The shock of it sparked something feral in me. Carefully, I shifted my weight, trying not to aggravate my leg, but my need for him eclipsed the pain. I gripped his waist and rolled onto my back, dragging him with me.This position fel

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling both physically and emotionally drained. My skin felt cold, and I immediately regretted not taking a warmer bath before crawling into bed. My leg and arm ached faintly, the lingering reminder of the events from the night before. And that my injuries were still prominent. I shifted under the blanket, the pain growing sharper with every move, each twinge pulling me back into the memory I was trying to bury.We’d gone to bed early, far earlier than usual. The sun hadn’t even set yet. Maybe it was an attempt to sleep off the shame of what we’d done—or to escape the creeping silence that made it impossible to think without spiraling. But no amount of rest could make it go away.I feel like clawing my eyes out. What in the fuck was that?Percy was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He’d actually fallen asleep this time, for once without staying up silently like he was going to hit me if I moved wrongl

»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««I was down in the living room, actively trying not to be alone with Lucian while others were around. His check-up took almost an hour, and by the time everything was done and settled, Pauline came down with the doctor, and the man I think she hired to install some apps on that useless computer. She seemed to pause when she noticed me pacing. Did I look guilty? Can she see the unhealed bruises on my lips? It should have healed, it will heal in a few days. Lucian had been rough. Goodness. Did the doctor know?We’re disgusting. How could I have stained my skin with that of my enemy?“Percy,” she called out to me softly. I pulled my eyes from my clenched fist, looking at her and the two men behind her. The doctor narrowed his eyes, and I glared harshly at him. He immediately turned away.“What happened to your lips?”“Do you care?” I inquired, trying to dodge the question. “I’m just a bit confused.”I inhaled. “I haven’t spoken to my mother in a wh

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I woke up to Percy watching me sleep. He was seated on the desk chair, one foot under his thigh while the other dangled on the floor. He was biting his fingernails, his eyes looking all over my face and body. It’s not a pretty sight. Percival looked outraged, and when I looked down I saw that his ankle bracelet was off. He was holding it in his free hand.“You’re up. That’s good.” The room looked to be in one piece, and so was I. I pulled myself up, making sure not to move my leg in the wrong way. I shuffled backward until my back touched the headboard. The room was chilling, the AC must have been cranked up to the top.“What’s wrong?”“My mother is missing. My father is up to something. And I think my mom is going to end up in jail. Everything is wrong, Lucian.” he hissed out my name. “And you want to know what’s the worst part? I actually feel bad for you,” he says, continuously biting at his fingers which were now bleeding. The fuck. I don’t think he’s n