My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 79

The quiet after the storm was deafening. Outside, the pack was settling, wolves prowling back to the borders, and the remaining rogues had been pushed into the woods. I sank to the ground, still trembling, as Devon’s hand pressed against my back. The heat of his palm reminded me I wasn’t alone, even after everything we’d just faced.

I took a shaky breath. My body ached in ways I didn’t even know existed, muscles burning from tension, energy, and adrenaline. My heart still raced, not only from the fight but from the intensity of standing beside Devon, using my powers in tandem with his, feeling our bond solidify in a way I couldn’t have imagined.

“You okay?” Devon’s voice was low, steady, grounding me in the chaos of my thoughts. He lowered himself beside me, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes were soft, almost hesitant, as if afraid I might shatter with the weight of everything we’d endured.

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. “I… I think so.” Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if I had ever felt so alive and terrified all at once. “It’s just… Patricia. Levi. They’re strong, and even though we won, it feels like…” I trailed off, unable to find the words to express the storm of emotions inside me.

Devon shifted closer, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other brushing across my hair. “I know.” His chest pressed to mine, and I felt the rhythm of his heartbeat, calm and unshakable, a stark contrast to my own racing pulse. “But we did it. We survived. Together.”

I let a small smile slip, the first real one in what felt like hours. “Together,” I echoed, leaning into him.

The pack was beginning to filter back, their faces a mix of awe, guilt, and curiosity. Some avoided our gaze entirely, clearly uncomfortable after realizing Levi had been manipulating them all along. Others well, some were still watching me like I was a stranger, eyes narrowing, whispering among themselves. I could feel it the remnants of Patricia’s influence, a shadow that lingered even after she had been driven back.

I stood, brushing myself off, ignoring the stares. “We need to check on the pack,” I said to Devon. “Make sure no one’s hurt, no one’s left behind.” My voice felt steadier than I expected, and Devon glanced at me with something like admiration flickering in his eyes.

“I’ll go with you,” he said, standing and offering me his hand. The heat from his touch made my stomach tighten in ways I couldn’t even begin to explain.

We moved through the pack slowly, making sure everyone was accounted for. Some of the warriors who had shifted into wolf form now reverted to human, their fur slicked from sweat and dirt, faces grim but determined. A few muttered apologies to me, their heads low, ashamed at how Patricia had poisoned their minds. One young female warrior barely older than Joey stepped forward hesitantly.

“We… we’re sorry, Luna,” she said, voice quivering. “We didn’t know. We were… misled. It won’t happen again.”

I nodded, feeling a pang of relief mixed with wariness. “It’s okay,” I said softly. “Just… remember what loyalty means. We need each other to survive.”

Devon’s hand found mine again, fingers curling around mine tightly. “We need to stay focused. This isn’t over. Patricia won’t give up, and Levi…” He let the name hang, a shadow of anger in his voice. “Levi won’t stop either. We’ve seen his type.”

I nodded, my stomach tightening. Even with the warriors strong, even with our powers, the thought of Patricia returning made my pulse spike. I couldn’t let fear control me, not now, not ever. Devon noticed my tension, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Always.”

The touch, the words, ignited something in me. My pulse raced, heat blooming inside me in ways that had nothing to do with our fight. Devon’s presence alone was enough to make me forget exhaustion, forget fear. I felt his hands roaming my body, pulling me closer, heat to heat, and my own body responded with a shiver, a soft moan slipping past my lips.

“Devon,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need you.”

He smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I’m here, Addy. Always.”

And then, in the quiet aftermath of the battle, we found ourselves wrapped together on the ground, hidden among the trees just outside the pack’s main gathering area. The adrenaline hadn’t left my system, and every brush of his skin against mine set me on fire. He pressed his lips to mine, deep, commanding, and I responded with equal hunger.

Our bodies pressed together, hands exploring, claiming, learning, igniting the space between us. I moaned, the sound swallowed by the forest, the wind, the energy still lingering from the battle. Every touch was electric, every kiss searing, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Addy,” Devon murmured against my neck, “you’re incredible.” His hands roamed my body, tracing curves and muscles I had only recently come to know as mine. “I’ve never felt anything like this… with you.”

“I… I can’t stop,” I whispered, pressing against him, needing, craving, wanting to feel him inside every part of me. The fire inside me pulsed again, not destructive but consuming in its heat, a reflection of my desire, my bond, and my fear of losing him.

He moved with me, matching every curve, every gasp, every trembling movement. We were a storm of heat and passion, letting nothing distract us, nothing interrupt the connection between us. His hands were everywhere, his lips on every inch of my skin, and I couldn’t imagine existing without this bond, without him.

Time lost meaning. I felt every nerve ending alight, every inch of me attuned to him, every heartbeat syncing with his. My body shuddered as he pressed closer, deeper, and the world melted away.

Finally, as we collapsed together, spent and trembling, I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The danger of the outside world felt distant, momentarily, as if nothing could touch us here.

“You’re… incredible,” Devon whispered, brushing a hand along my hair. “Always remember… no one can take this from us.”

I nodded, still catching my breath, feeling the bond between us thrum like a living entity. “I know,” I said softly. “And I’m not afraid anymore. Not with you.”

The pack could wait. Patricia could plan her next move. Levi could fume. None of it mattered. Right now, in this moment, we were untouchable. We were together. We were alive.

And yet, in the back of my mind, a small whisper of unease remained. Something told me this was only the beginning of a larger storm but for now, Devon’s arms around me were enough.