My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 33

The pack went on with their day as if nothing had happened, but everywhere I walked, I felt their eyes burning into my back. The whispers never stopped. Sometimes low enough that I had to strain to hear, sometimes loud enough that they wanted me to hear every word.

“She doesn’t belong here.”

“She’ll get us all killed.”

“Devon’s blinded by the bond.”

It's like the whispers were automatic once they set their eyes on me they start talking. like they can't control themselves. And every word was spilled with animosity and hatred. Each one cut deeper than the last.

I pulled my hood tighter over my head, trying to ignore them, but my chest ached with guilt. No matter how I tried to shove it away, the memory of that fight replayed in my mind the moment his fist came down and I froze, too weak to block it, too weak to stop him. If Devon hadn’t stepped in, I would’ve been lying in the dirt lifeless. And no one would have cared.

I could still see the smirk on the elder’s face, the way the crowd laughed when I fell. My stomach twisted. They weren’t just waiting for me to fail they wanted me to die.

I tried to take the long way back to my room, but a group of women carrying baskets crossed my path. Their laughter stopped the second they saw me. One of them leaned in close to whisper something, and the others giggled.

“She must’ve cheated. Probably brought something with her, some trick. No way she held her ground that long on her own.”

The words were sharp, but I forced myself to keep walking. My fists clenched inside my sleeves, nails digging into my palms.

When I finally got back to my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing hard. My throat burned with unshed tears. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to give them that satisfaction.

A knock came not long after. Joey.

I let her in without a word. She took one look at me and sighed, dropping the bundle she was carrying on the bed. “I knew it,” she muttered. “They’ve been running their mouths all day. Don’t let them get to you, Luna. They’re cowards, hiding behind whispers.”

“It’s not just whispers, Joey,” I said, my voice low and shaky. “They think I don’t belong here. And maybe they’re right. I couldn’t even defend myself. He nearly killed me.”

Joey crossed her arms. “That’s because it was never a fair fight. You’re still learning. He’s been training his whole life and he was twice your size. That wasn’t about proving yourself it was about breaking you.”

Her words made sense, but they didn’t take away the heaviness in my chest.

Before I could respond, Devon came into the room.

His eyes softened when he saw me, though his jaw was still tight with the anger he carried from earlier. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms. looking so delicious he had me dripping just from standing there. We haven't been able to spend much time together because of the surge of my powers and the packs open hatred.

“They won’t touch you again,” he said firmly, his gaze fixed on me. “I made sure of that.”

I shook my head, staring at the floor. “But they still hate me. You heard them. You saw the way they looked at me. They think I’m weak.”

Devon stepped closer, tilting my chin up until I met his eyes. “They don’t matter. What matters is that you learn to control what’s inside you. That’s where your strength lies, Adriana. Not in fighting with fists, but in the fire that’s already yours.”

The word “fire” made my stomach flip. I thought about the sparks that had danced across my hands during the fight, how close I had been to losing control. If Devon hadn’t stopped me, I would have burned that man alive in front of the whole pack. The thought made me sick.

“I can’t control it,” I whispered. “What if I hurt someone again?”

“You won’t,” Devon said without hesitation. “Because we’re going to make sure of it. Starting now.”

Joey perked up, nodding. “That’s why I brought.” She pulled open the bundle on the bed to reveal strips of cloth, a few smooth stones, and a small wooden bowl. “Basics to help you focus. We’ll work on your breathing, your control, and when you’re ready, we’ll test your power.”

I blinked at the two of them, a mix of fear and relief swirling inside me. For the first time since the fight, I didn’t feel completely alone.

Devon reached for my hand, his grip steady. “This stays between us,” he said quietly. “No one else can know what you are, not yet. They wouldn’t understand. But Joey and I, we’ll help you. We’ll train you until you can use your fire without fear.”

My throat tightened. I wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that I wasn’t doomed to destroy everything I touched.

Joey nudged me gently. “Come on, Luna. Let’s start small. Just focus. Forget the whispers, forget the pack. It’s just us now.”

I nodded slowly, wiping at my eyes. My heart was still heavy with guilt, but a spark of hope flickered there too. Maybe… just maybe… I could control this after all.

And maybe one day, the whispers would finally stop.