All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

SelenaI stood outside Stephen’s office door, my hand trembling as I raised it to knock. A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Something told me whatever was waiting for me inside wasn’t good but did I have a choice? No.I knocked once. Silence.I waited.Not even a faint acknowledgment came from the other side. But I knew better. His number one rule never enter without permission.I hesitated, the silence stretching like an invisible rope around my throat. I knocked again, lighter this time, my knuckles brushing the polished wood. Still nothing.Then his voice came, low and smooth like poison slipping into a drink.“Come in.”I sucked in a shaky breath and pushed the door open slowly.Stephen sat behind his massive desk, the soft glow of his laptop screen painting harsh lines across his face. He didn’t glance up, didn’t pause. His fingers clicked across the keyboard like I wasn’t even there.I stepped inside cautiously, the door closing behind me with a soft click that sounded too lou

SELENAHow did he know?The moment those words left his mouth, my blood ran cold.“So you liked it when he hugged you.”His voice was low, almost calm but there was nothing calm in the way his eyes gleamed. That look. The one that twisted my stomach in knots. Cold, sharp, and dangerous the eyes of someone who’d done terrible things and wouldn’t hesitate to do more.Before I could step back, his hand snapped around my waist, yanking me toward him. His grip wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, forceful. My skin crawled beneath his touch, and yet… betrayal surged through me when my body reacted heat pooling where it shouldn’t, a pull I didn’t understand.No. Stop it. I screamed at myself, mentally slapping sense back into my spiraling thoughts. Get a grip, Selena. Don’t you dare give in to this.“Let me go,” I hissed, shoving at his chest.But he only tightened his arms around me, caging me like a prisoner.“You don’t hug my cousin like that,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “You

SelenaThe door creaked open, and my heart almost stopped.I fumbled with my phone, ending the call so fast my fingers barely kept up with my thoughts. In a panic, I threw it to the far end of the bed, hoping praying he hadn’t heard anything.Stephen stepped inside, slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. His eyes locked on mine, unreadable but intense enough to send a wave of panic through me.Had he overheard my call? Was he here to punish me like before?I sat frozen on the bed, my back pressed against the headboard, legs trembling beneath the blanket. The silence between us stretched thin and tight.“Who were you talking to, Selena?” His voice was low but laced with sharp possessiveness.Something inside me snapped, maybe from the fear or maybe because I was just tired of being scared. “Don’t I have the right to make a call?” I said, my voice shaky but defiant.His brows lifted in surprise as if he couldn’t believe I’d dared to talk back. Honestly, neither could I