My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 27

Devon didn’t say a word the whole walk back to our room. His hand never left my back but I could feel the weight of his silence. I didn’t know if he was angry, worried, or just thinking too much. My own thoughts were loud enough.

When we got inside, I sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my palms together. They still felt warm like the heat hadn’t left me. Devon closed the door and leaned against it, his eyes fixed on me.

“You’re shaking,” he said finally.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, even though we both knew it wasn’t true.

He came to sit beside me, pulling my hands into his. I tensed, afraid he would feel the heat, but he only lifted them to his lips and kissed them softly. “They’re cold,” he said, frowning.

I blinked. Cold? That couldn’t be right. I felt like fire inside. Maybe he was pretending not to notice, or maybe it was just me. I didn’t press it. I let him hold me until the trembling passed.

Later, Joey knocked softly and left food outside the door. Devon brought it in but I couldn’t eat much. He fed me bites anyway, teasing me when I tried to refuse, until I gave in and laughed. It was easier to let the fear go when he was looking at me like that.

The rest of the day passed quietly. Devon stretched out on the bed with me lying on top of him, my ear pressed to his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers traced lazy circles on my back.

“You’re too quiet,” he murmured.

“I’m just tired,” I lied.

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle. “You’re always tired after Joey gets her hands on you.”

I smiled weakly, but my mind wasn’t on Joey’s training. It was on the heat that still simmered beneath my skin, on the way Joey had flinched when she touched me, and on the whispers I heard from the others in the training field.

I didn’t want to think about it, but the thought clung to me like smoke.

When evening came, Devon pulled me outside for a walk. The air was cool, the sky painted with streaks of pink and orange as the sun sank behind the trees. He held my hand tightly, greeting pack members we passed. I noticed the way some of them looked at me hesitant, curious, maybe even wary.

“They’ll come around,” Devon said softly, as if he read my thoughts.

“Will they?” I asked, looking up at him.

“They will. They don’t know you yet, but they will and when they finally get to see the real you they'll love you.” He kissed my forehead and kept walking.

We circled the training grounds, and I could still see the scorched mark on the ground where Joey had dropped her stick earlier. My stomach twisted. Devon didn’t even glance at it, but I caught the way his jaw tightened. He had noticed. He was pretending not to, but he had.

Back in our room, he helped me out of my shoes and tucked me under the blanket like I was something fragile.

“I’m not going to break, you know,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said, lying down beside me. “But you’re mine to take care of. I’ll never get tired of it.”

I smiled into his chest, holding onto his warmth. For a while we just lay there in silence, and it was the kind of silence that felt safe, like a shield against everything outside those walls.

Still, when my eyes closed, I dreamed of fire. I dreamed of flames licking up my arms, of Joey’s pained shout, of Devon looking at me with those unreadable eyes. I woke in the middle of the night, my skin damp with sweat, but Devon was still holding me. His grip tightened when I shifted, like he could feel the storm inside me even in his sleep.

I pressed my face into his neck and whispered a truth I couldn’t say out loud in the daylight. “It’s too good to be true.”

He didn’t stir. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe he did.

Either way, I knew this peace wouldn’t last forever.