My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 71

The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes wasn’t the softness of the sheets or the warmth of Devon’s arms wrapped protectively around me it was heat. Not the ordinary kind, not the kind that came from his body pressed against mine after the night we shared, but something deeper, something alive.

It pulsed beneath my skin like molten rivers, slow and steady, humming through my veins as if I was no longer entirely human, no longer entirely wolf. My breath left me in a shaky rush, curling like smoke in the cool morning air.

Devon stirred beside me, his lips brushing against the back of my shoulder. “You’re burning again,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with sleep. But there was no fear there. Just calm acceptance, as though he’d expected it.

I pressed a trembling hand to my chest. The steady thrum of my heartbeat was stronger than usual, louder, echoing through me like a drum. I tried to move away carefully, sliding to the edge of the bed, but Devon’s arm tightened around my waist, holding me in place.

“Addy,” he whispered against my hair, “you don’t have to be afraid of it. Whatever this is, it’s you. And it’s ours.”

The word ours lit something inside me. I turned in his hold to face him, searching his eyes. He wasn’t lying. There was no flicker of hesitation in him, no shadow of doubt. His gaze, stormy and sharp, was steady, unwavering.

But still, the unease coiled tight in my stomach. I sat up, sliding off the bed until my bare feet touched the wooden floor. That was when I felt it the faint hum beneath me, as though the earth itself was aware of me, responding to me. Sparks licked faintly at my skin, tiny flares of orange and gold that vanished as quickly as they came.

“Devon…” My voice cracked. “Something’s wrong with me.”

“No,” he said firmly, sitting up now, watching me with that intensity that made me feel naked in more ways than one. “Something’s awakening in you. That’s not wrong.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to sink back into the safety of his arms and pretend this was nothing, just a lingering echo of my first shift. But deep inside, my wolf stirred, her voice clear in my mind.

Not just fire. More. The bond is deepening. We are changing.

I pressed a hand to my temple. “She’s speaking again,” I whispered. “She says we’re changing.”

Devon was suddenly in front of me, crouched low so his eyes were level with mine. His hands, warm and grounding, cupped my cheeks. “Then let her speak, Addy. Let her show you what she means.”

I closed my eyes, inhaling. That was when the vision came sudden and sharp like a shard of glass sliding beneath my skin.

I stood in a field of ash, the sky a dull gray. Flames crackled around me, but they didn’t consume me. And in the distance, a child stood barefoot, golden-eyed, with fire dancing harmlessly at their fingertips. The child looked at me, and though no words were spoken, I understood. Mine. Ours. Destiny.

I gasped and stumbled back into Devon’s chest. His arms immediately wrapped around me, steadying me.

“What did you see?” he asked softly.

I pressed my hand against his, my heart racing. “A child. With fire in their eyes. Standing in the ruins of something… but they weren’t afraid. They were powerful. Too powerful.”

Devon didn’t flinch. He only pulled me closer, his lips brushing my temple. “Then we’ll protect them. Together.”

Tears pricked my eyes, unexpected and fierce. How could he sound so certain, when all I felt was the weight of fear pressing down on me? My powers had already set me apart. I’d already been hated, doubted, cast aside by my own kind. And now something greater stirred within me, threatening to change everything again.

The floor beneath us trembled, faintly, and I pulled back quickly. Fire licked up my arm, not burning, not consuming just alive. Devon grabbed my wrist gently, his thumb brushing over the flames, his expression awed.

“They don’t hurt you,” I whispered, staring at the golden light.

“No,” he said softly, eyes never leaving mine. “Because they were never meant to destroy me. They were meant to mark me. To remind me that you and I we’re bound by something stronger than the world can understand.”

My throat tightened. The bond between us was unmistakable now. I could feel it like a second heartbeat, pulsing in time with mine. And with every pulse, my powers surged brighter, fiercer, more unrestrained.

“I don’t know if I can control this,” I admitted, my voice breaking.

Devon leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. “Then don’t control it. Embrace it. Trust me, Addy. Trust us.”

For a moment, all I could do was breathe him in, the grounding scent of cedar and storm wrapping around me, anchoring me. Slowly, the flames receded, flickering out until only a soft glow remained under my skin.

I sank against him, letting the tears slip free. “Something’s changing in me, Devon. Something permanent.”

He kissed my temple, his voice a vow. “Then I’ll change with you. Whatever this is, you won’t face it alone. Ever.”

And though the fear lingered, though the vision of the child’s golden eyes haunted me, there was a spark of hope buried beneath it all. A whisper that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the beginning of my undoing. Maybe it was the start of something greater.