His Forbidden Stepdaughter

The Pull of the Forbidden 1

The words on the paper echoed in her skull.

He’ll kill you in the end.

Lila stared at the note in her locker like it might burst into flames. Her fingers trembled, the edges crumpling slightly as she gripped it tighter. She turned, scanning the hallway, but everyone moved as if nothing had happened—laughing, whispering, heading to class. No one looked her way.

But someone had written it. Someone knew.

The note felt like a crack in the already-shaking world beneath her feet.

Since arriving at Thorn Estate, everything had been unsteady—haunted dreams, strangers in the woods, Elara’s sudden disappearance, and most of all, Asher. Every interaction with him left her reeling, off-balance. Wanting things she shouldn’t.

And now... this.

She folded the note quickly and shoved it into her pocket, then shut her locker with a loud clang that drew a few curious glances.

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She skipped lunch, taking refuge in the school’s forgotten greenhouse.

The place was overgrown—vines curling around shattered glass panes, the smell of damp earth and moss in the air—but it was quiet. Isolated. Safe.

Or so she thought.

A low voice startled her.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Asher stood in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the pale sun filtering through the cracked glass.

“I’m not in the mood,” she said, not meeting his gaze.

“I know.” He stepped inside anyway. “But we need to talk.”

Lila sat on a weathered bench half-covered in ivy, arms wrapped around herself. “Do we? Or are you just here to push the bond again?”

A pause.

“No. I’m here because I felt your fear. The second you touched that note… I felt it in my chest like a scream.”

She looked up then, startled.

“What?”

“It’s part of the connection,” he said. “I don’t need to be near you to feel you. Especially when your emotions spike. Fear. Pain.” His jaw tensed. “Desire.”

The last word hung in the air like a match above gasoline.

Lila’s heart pounded.

She didn’t speak. Didn’t have to.

The silence between them was heavy, tense. His presence filled the space like gravity.

“I’m not trying to force you,” he said after a long pause. “The bond... it’s dangerous to ignore. But it’s also sacred. I don’t want it with someone who doesn’t choose me back.”

That shook her more than anything.

“You think I have a choice?”

“You always do,” he said softly. “But time is running out.”

She turned her face away, staring at the broken glass above.

“I got a note,” she whispered. “In my locker. It said you’d kill me.”

His face darkened. “Show me.”

She handed it to him wordlessly.

He read it, fingers tightening, jaw clenched.

“I’ll find out who left this,” he said. “And when I do—”

“No!” she cut in. “I don’t want blood on my hands.”

“You wouldn’t be the one with blood on your hands,” he growled. “I would.”

“That’s not the point!”

His voice dropped. “The point is, they’re trying to scare you away from me. From what we are. And if they can’t scare you, they’ll try to break you.”

Her lips trembled. “What if they succeed?”

“They won’t.”

The way he said it—like it was a vow, a command, a prayer—made her chest ache.

He took a cautious step forward. “Lila. Look at me.”

She did.

And her breath caught.

His eyes weren’t just gold. They were glowing.

Subtle. Just a shimmer. But unmistakable.

And something inside her stirred in answer.

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