บททั้งหมดของ HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Ivy's POV Brandon's sudden change in behavior continued for the next three days, and I didn’t know what to make of it.He was still Brandon, cold, unreadable, but he hadn’t made a single obscene request, hadn’t smirked at me in that knowing way, hadn’t so much as hinted at what we did before. He showed up to every study session on time, contributed like a normal person, and even tolerated the other students without making a scene.It was unsettling.Aaron Vaughn on the other hand still refused to leave my side.He was always there, pulling out my chair, making me laugh, giving me words of encouragement here and there. And maybe it was because he was the only one actively being nice to me, or maybe it was because I was trying to ignore the mess in my head, but I could feel myself warming up to him.The day before the last stage of the competition, we were sitting with the others in the dining hall when he suddenly turned to me.“Ivy,” he said casually, flashing a small smile. “I was

Brandon's POV.Winning was expected. There was never a doubt in my mind that we would. But what I hadn’t expected was the way Ivy’s face lit up the moment our school was announced as the winner. She looked radiant. Alive in a way I’d never seen before. Her eyes were bright with something I didn’t think I had ever seen on her before. Pure, unfiltered joy. It was weird. I had never seen her like this. So full of life, so happy. And it did something strange to me. It tugged at something deep in my chest, something I didn’t fucking like.I shook it off, letting the feeling of being the winning school sink in. I should have been thinking about that. Not about Ivy. Not about how I had never seen her smile like that. Not about how, for some stupid reason, it made my own chest feel lighter.The feeling didn’t fade, not even when we were in the plane, heading back. She was beside me, phone pressed to her ear, practically vibrating with excitement as she talked to her mom.“We won, Mom,” she s

Brandon's POV.The moment our fathers disappeared into my father's study, Amari wasted no time turning to me, her eyes glinting with that familiar mix of curiosity and amusement.“So,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “can I see your room?”I gave her a flat look. “Why?”“Why not?” She grinned up at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why can’t I see my future husband’s room?”I sighed. “Amari, there’s no need for that. Staying here in the living room is fine.”She pouted dramatically, stepping just a little closer. “Are you hiding something?”“No.”“Then let’s go! Please?” She clasped her hands together, batting her lashes like she was asking for the biggest favor in the world.I knew Amari well enough to understand that once she set her mind on something, there was no talking her out of it. And honestly, I was too drained to argue.I exhaled through my nose, rubbing a hand over my face. “Fine. Come on.”Amari’s face lit up, and she practically bounced as we got

Ivy's POV.The silence in the car was suffocating.Brandon sat beside me, his gaze fixed out the window, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t looked at me once since we got in. No smirk, no teasing remark, not even that usual air of control he always carried whenever we were in the same space.It was like I wasn’t even there.I was supposed to be fine with it. I should have been fine with it, especially after last night, after what I overheard coming from his room.But I wasn’t.I hated this cold, detached version of him more than anything. And before I could stop myself, the words tumbled out of my mouth.“I’ve noticed something about you,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.Brandon didn’t react, didn’t even blink.I clenched my jaw, gripping my bag a little tighter. “You have powers that aren’t normal werewolf powers.”Still, nothing.I inhaled, forcing myself to keep going. “Like that time in my mom’s kitchen when you choked me. Or when you made me lock my door against my wi

Ivy's POV.The engagement day had arrived after two long weeks of being completely ignored by Brandon.That’s how long he had gone without so much as looking at me. It was as if I had ceased to exist.At first, I thought it was temporary. But as the days stretched on, I realized it wasn’t a game. Brandon had actually shut me out.And now, after two weeks of this silence, I had to sit through his engagement and pretend like I hadn’t spent every second of these past two weeks wondering why it affected me so much.The ceremony wasn’t anything fancy. Just an outdoor lunch in the gardens of the house. Everything was white. The tables, the chairs, the linens. White roses lined the tables, and fairy lights were draped over the trees, twinkling in the soft sunlight. Classical music floated through the air, and it all looked so perfect, like something out of a picture-perfect magazine spread. Simple, elegant, and everything a perfect engagement should be.And I hated every second of it.Watch