Luring My Alpha Stepbrother

Make Him Tremble

Alissa's POV (Contained Adult Theme)

Dinner didn’t last particularly late. By the time we returned home, it was just past nine o’clock. The living room lights were still on, and a woman’s sharp laughter mingled with a man’s boastful voice, echoing through the hallway.

As we entered, my father, Max, the alpha of the Silver Oak Pack, and my stepmother, Avery, the Luna, looked up. The lively atmosphere of the living room suddenly turned tense.

I lowered my head, twisting my fingers as my heart pounded wildly, threatening to leap out of my throat.

“What’s wrong with you, Alissa? Can’t you even greet your parents now? Got a mouth made of gold or something?” Avery said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She lounged on the sofa with an air of elegance, her legs crossed, lazily tapping one foot as she spoke.

“Enough. Stop acting miserable the moment you see me. Just go back to your room,” Max waved his hand, his face taut with impatience, as if he genuinely didn’t want to see me lingering around.

Hearing this, I quickly slipped into my room. As I closed the door, I overheard my father and his new Luna showering their beloved son with concern. “Ethan, what did you eat tonight? It’s the end of the month, do you still have money left to spend?”

I threw myself onto the bed, savoring the feel of the sheets beneath me. Being in my own room brought me a sense of comfort.

Though my room had been converted from a storage space and was only six square meters—forcing me to store my clothes in boxes—it was the only corner where I could find peace.

A few stuffed animals I had won at a mall several years ago sat on my bed, and the wallpaper I had bought with my pocket money during summer and winter breaks adorned the walls. Star-shaped string lights hung everywhere.

When the lights were off, the room transformed into a magical sanctuary. Recently, I had been planning to use some of the breakfast money I’d saved to buy a wall-mounted bookshelf. After calculating my other expenses, I realized I might not have enough. I mulled it over repeatedly, even jotting down calculations on paper, and finally decided to save on bus fares next month.

After relaxing in bed for another twenty minutes, I pulled out my textbook to prepare for tomorrow’s lecture, then took my notes to review it all again.

When I finally finished everything, stretched and glanced at the time, I realized it was already midnight. Hurriedly, I grabbed my pajamas and prepared to shower before bed.

As I opened the bathroom door, I was immediately met with the sound of running water. In an instant, I realized something was wrong, but it was too late. I couldn’t stop my momentum and only watched the door swing open before my eyes, revealing Ethan showering inside.

Why the hell was he using this bathroom today? Didn’t Max install a bathroom in his bedroom already?

Ethan seemed unaware of my presence as he quickly lathered shampoo into his hair, water droplets cascading down his toned body.

My heart raced, caught in a mix of shock and embarrassment. I felt my cheeks flush hot as I stood frozen in the doorway, unsure whether to retreat or make my presence known.

Then he turned slightly, the steam swirling around him, creating a hazy atmosphere. My eyes widened as I took in the sight, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and undeniable curiosity. This was typical of him, taking over spaces, demanding attention without a second thought.

“Um, sorry!” I stammered, finally finding my voice as I stepped back, instinctively lowering my head to shield myself from the sight.

“Wait!” Ethan called, his voice a mix of surprise and shock. “I didn’t think anyone would be up at this hour. I just… needed a quick shower before bed.”

I could hear the water splashing as he rinsed his hair. “I’ll come later.”

“You didn’t see it, right?” He hesitated as if embarrassed.

“If you’re asking whether I saw you d**k, I did.” My gaze involuntarily drifted lower, my mind replaying the moment. “Don't worry, there wasn't much to see anyway.”

“Next time, knock.” His warning stirred my anger, momentarily overshadowing my awkwardness.

It wasn’t my fault he hadn’t locked the door. And I certainly wouldn't have meant to see his naked body. But why did everyone in this family have the need to issue warnings to me whenever they wanted?

The secret I’d discovered at the restaurant earlier and the plan I’d been harboring deep in my heart flashed through my mind. If there was ever a chance, now was the best opportunity.

But was I really going to do this? Luring my own stepbrother?

“Have you seen enough? If so, get lost!” Ethan growled, wrapping a towel around his waist. The loose fabric tented in front of him, hanging lazily over his arousal, forming casual creases.

Another one of his unceremonious rebukes. I felt like Ethan would never learn to speak to me kindly. The hesitation I had felt moments before vanished.

“I haven't,” I walked closer toward him. Under his surprised gaze, I reached my hands into his towel and gripped his heated arousal firmly. Rising onto my tiptoes, I whispered into his ear, “Now, do you want me to help you with this or not?”

“What the hell are you doing? Let go!” Ethan’s face flushed red with anger as he spoke in a low voice, afraid to raise his voice too much. His body tensed up as he grabbed my arm, trying to pull my mischievous hand away.

“Didn’t you want me to do this? I saw how you looked at me when I put that fork in my mouth. You want me, don't you? You desired me. And licking my bite mark? I saw it, too.” I looked straight into his eyes. There was no love in my eyes, just hatred and eagerness for revenge.

Ethan seemed frozen when he heard my mention of his gaze and his licking of my bite mark. He leaned in closer as if he was going to kiss me the next second, “You will regret doing this. Get the f**k out before it’s too late.”

“Don’t threaten me ever again, okay? Your precious toy is in my hand right now.” My tone was indifferent, but the playful smile and the curved eyes made me look like I was teasing an intimate lover.

I lifted my head, a confident smile curling at my lips as if I were engaged in a battle I was sure to win. My hand gripped the weapon that would make my opponent tremble in fear.

The bathroom was filled with misty water vapor, and the shower head, which had fallen to the ground, continued spraying water gently around me and Ethan.

I started to take care of Ethan's arousal, slowly but tightly. As time passed, I could hear his increasingly heavy breathing above me. Ethan’s gasps, mixed with his deep voice, reached my ears. He tried to pretend he was calm and cool, but some of the moans skipped his lips as I fastened my pace. “Slower...” He whispered, his wolf growled too. The intensifying amber tone in his eyes showed he was about to lose control completely.

But I didn't care. The whole purpose of doing this was to lure him, to make him confess how he felt about me. So whether he lost control or not was none of my business.

Halfway through it, I started feeling disgusted. So this was what men’s bodies were like, ugly and repulsive. I even began to feel a sense of retreat, thus my movements grew erratic.

I have always been a good girl all my life. But how ridiculous. The good girl who once felt watching adult videos was impure was now doing this with her own stepbrother.

Suddenly, something interrupted my random thoughts. A powerful hand threaded through my hair, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me to look up. “You are not focused. What are you thinking right now?” Ethan’s previously dazed eyes now bore a sharp clarity as he looked at me.