My Alpha Stepbrothers Dirty Secret

CHAPTER ONE

LIANA'S POV

I was nineteen years old when I walked in on my stepbrother jerking off in the bathroom‚ groaning my name desperately.

I hadn't meant to stay awake. I had just wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen when I heard it.

Loud and clear.

My name.

"Liana... f-fuck..."

I froze‚ my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

It was late that night‚ exactly 3 a.m. The house was quiet.

Killian had come home for a short visit after being away for a year because of work‚ though to this day I still had no idea what kind of job he actually did.

He didn't live with us. He had his own house across town and rarely visited. He only showed up on special occasions or when his mother insisted. Since the day my dad married his mom‚ I had only seen him twice.

I still clearly remembered the first time I laid eyes on him that year‚ three years ago. My jaw nearly hit the floor. He looked like a walking Greek god‚ every inch of him giving off power and confidence‚ the kind you couldn't fake.

But he never noticed me. He treated me like I didn't exist. It hurt more than I expected‚ but I tried not to take it personally. He was seven years older than me after all. Maybe to him I was just a silly kid. I heard his mother had him when she was barely more than a teenager. Maybe that explained the distance. Or maybe he just didn't care.

When he came home‚ he didn't even look at me during dinner. He never smiled. Never spoke unless someone asked him something directly. and he never joined in any family talks. It was as if he wasn't even there‚ even while he sat right at the table with us.

His mother though had been nothing but warm. From the moment she came into our lives‚ she became the mother I never had. My own mom passed away two years after she gave birth to me‚ so I never got to know what it felt like to be held by her or called sweetheart or tucked in at night with a kiss.

But Killian's mother filled that hole without hesitation. She loved me like I was her own. and it wasn't forced‚ it was pure‚ the kind of love that made me feel safe.

The only one who stayed cold was her son.

Killian never smiled at me. Never spoke to me. Never even acted like I was there except for an occasional cold glance. and yet deep down some part of me always wanted to know what it would feel like if Killian really saw me. If he said my name. If I meant anything to him. Even a little.

So hearing my name from his mouth while he was jerking off was something I hadn't expected at all. It was shocking. Wrong. Twisted. But it was also the first time I ever heard him say my name.

And as messed up as it sounds‚ part of me couldn't stop my legs from moving toward the sound. Every part of me said turn back. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wanted to know if it was real. If I was really the one he imagined while he stroked himself like that.

The door was slightly open. Light spilled out like a secret waiting to be exposed. I pushed it open.

And there he was.

Killian.

Fully naked. Standing in front of the mirror. His hand was wrapped tight around his cock‚ thick and veiny and hard. His other hand was gripping the sink. His back muscles tensed‚ while his jaw clenched like he was holding back a growl.

He looked like some untamed god‚ raw‚ wild‚ and completely lost in the thought of me.

My name was still on his lips. He moaned it like it hurt. Like he needed it to survive. Like I was the only thing that could save him from whatever fire had taken him.

I didn't breathe. I didn't blink. I just stood there and watched. My thighs pressed together. My chest was rising and falling. My skin burned between my legs. I hated how wet I felt just watching him stroke his cock like I already belonged to him.

Then I made a small sound. A gasp.

His head turned fast. Our eyes locked.

Time froze.

I saw it all‚ the red on his cheeks‚ the sweat on his chest‚ the way his hand paused but didn't let go. The way his eyes turned dark. Hungry.

Then the moment shattered.

"Get the hell out!" he yelled.

He slammed the door so hard I felt the floor shake under me. I stumbled back‚ my breath gone‚ my legs shaking as I ran down the hallway like a girl who had just seen something she could never forget.

I shut my door and fell onto the bed. My heart was pounding.

But not from shame.

From want.