Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 189 Alpha, you’re still working so late
Author’s POV
Mona was four months pregnant, but all she could think about was how to make this child "disappear" in a way that would look like an accident.
In the Sterling household, Lawrence always held ultimate authority. For Mona to maintain her position, she had to please him. Lawrence had initially been patient with Marcia, but after so many foolish mistakes, his patience had gradually worn thin, replaced by disgust.
Northstream Group’s business was already struggling. Lawrence had spent enormous amounts helping Ethan out of his recent troubles, leaving the company’s finances in shambles. Their reputation had also suffered; many companies now refused to work with them, making the situation increasingly difficult to manage.
Lawrence often spent sleepless nights in his study, the lights burning until dawn. Tonight was no exception. The clock struck one in the morning, and the mansion was silent. Lawrence had returned late, and Marcia was already asleep.
Mona had prepared chicken soup, ladled out a bowl, and headed upstairs. She knocked gently on the study door. "Alpha? Are you in there?"
"Come in," Lawrence’s deep voice called from within.
The weather was warm, and Mona had deliberately chosen a form-fitting nightgown that highlighted her figure. Her long legs were bare, and she’d intentionally gone without undergarments. She entered the room carrying the steaming bowl, the thin nightgown clinging to her body.
"Alpha, you’re still working so late. Is something wrong with the pack?" she asked, deliberately softening her voice to sound sweet.
"Watching you bear all these burdens alone makes me feel so helpless. As your son’s mate, seeing you so exhausted breaks my heart." She set down the soup. "I made this especially for you. Please drink it while it’s hot."
Lawrence glanced at her and immediately frowned at her inappropriate attire. "Just leave it there," he said gruffly.
Her outfit was far too revealing for their relationship—he was, after all, her husband’s father.
By any pack’s standards, appearing before him like this was improper. But Mona seemed completely oblivious to this boundary violation.
She moved behind Lawrence, getting close to him. "You look tense, Alpha. Let me massage your temples."
Without permission, her fingers found his temples. She’d perfected this skill to please Ethan, and Lawrence had to admit she was quite talented. His aging body wasn’t what it used to be, and under her skillful touch, the throbbing in his temples quickly subsided.
Mona’s skin carried a subtle fragrance—something sweet and milk-like that awakened his wolf nature. Lawrence’s eyes darkened slightly.
"How does that feel, Alpha?" she whispered directly in his ear, deliberately drawing out the word with her breath.
Her voice was soft and submissive, sounding less like his son’s mate and more like someone devoted to serving him. His wolf stirred to life.
"Harder," Lawrence commanded.
"Yes, Alpha," she said softly, her voice carrying a teasing undertone that made Lawrence clench his fists.
At fifty, Lawrence was well past his hot-blooded youth. He hadn’t felt real desire in a long time. Years had dulled his passion, and experience had made him cold and numb.
Marcia had once known how to capture his interest, but that was long ago. He’d married her primarily to legitimize his son Ethan’s status as an official pack member.
Now, with Mona’s scent filling his nostrils, her seductive voice echoing in his ears, her hands caressing his body—combined with the memory of her appearing in that revealing nightgown—Lawrence felt a shameful surge of arousal that his wolf immediately recognized.
"Enough, get out!" he growled, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.
Mona didn’t argue. She stepped away from behind him, picked up the bowl of soup, and knelt beside him, offering it with both hands. "Alpha, please drink this first. I’ll leave once you finish."
She knelt at his feet in complete submission, a position that would trigger any Alpha wolf’s primal dominance instincts. From this angle, Lawrence could see through her nightgown to her bare chest, as well as her smooth thighs and knees.
Her deliberately exposed body was designed to fire his imagination, and Lawrence felt heat surging through him, his wolf rumbling approval.
He grabbed the bowl, drank quickly, then set it down forcefully. "Get out. Now."
As Mona rose to leave, she glanced meaningfully at his lap, satisfied to see his arousal. Her wolf purred contentedly.
She’d always believed that men, regardless of their status—even powerful men like Lawrence Sterling—could be manipulated with the right approach. Tonight’s events confirmed her theory.
After Mona left, Lawrence strode out of his study toward the bedroom where Marcia slept peacefully. His intentions were clear, but when he looked at his aging mate, his desire faltered.
Though Marcia maintained herself well, she was nearly fifty. No amount of beauty treatments could hide the natural signs of skin loosening with age. Without makeup, she couldn’t compete with the radiant vitality of younger women.
Lawrence felt his arousal fading. He retreated to the bathroom, closed his eyes, and satisfied his needs while shamefully fantasizing about his son’s mate.
Lawrence would never publicly acknowledge these thoughts—he had to maintain his reputation.
The next morning, Mona greeted him with a sweet smile as if nothing had happened. Lawrence skipped breakfast entirely and left hastily. When Marcia asked why he was in such a hurry, he offered no explanation. She noticed nothing amiss; she was overjoyed that her son would soon be released.
Mona no longer bothered with Marcia, considering her useless—more liability than asset, unable to help elevate her status within the pack.
As Ethan’s return date approached, Lawrence came home later and later. With the Alpha absent, Mona found it difficult to advance her plans.
She began taking more desperate measures. One night, she secretly slipped sleeping pills into Marcia’s dinner, ensuring the older woman would sleep soundly. Then she waited for Lawrence’s return, deliberately leaving the bedroom door half-open while lying naked on the bed, pleasuring herself.
"Oh... yes!" she moaned loudly, her voice full of seductive invitation.
When she heard Lawrence’s footsteps approaching in the hallway, she deliberately gasped: "Alpha..."
Lawrence froze mid-step, his body tensing as if struck by lightning. All his previous efforts to calm himself had been futile—the fire within him had only been temporarily suppressed, not extinguished. Now, catching this glimpse through the doorway, his wolf nature exploded with need.
He stood motionless, unable to tear his gaze away from Mona’s solo performance.
Mona had orchestrated this show carefully. She used every skill she possessed to appear irresistible, strategically positioning herself for Lawrence’s optimal view.
She pretended ignorance of his presence while continuing her performance with increased fervor, deliberately facing his direction while calling out for her "Alpha."
Lawrence felt warmth trickling from his nose. He touched it, realizing he was having a nosebleed. This sudden shock snapped him from his trance, making him realize he’d been watching too long. Rationality finally returned, and he hurried back to his own bedroom.
Hearing him leave, Mona stopped her performance, her face breaking into a triumphant smile. Her wolf rumbled with satisfaction. Lawrence Sterling was just another man she could manipulate. She was certain she had him wrapped around her finger.
She was confident that once Lawrence returned to his room, he wouldn’t be able to resist his desires. Once she successfully seduced the Alpha, she could control him completely.
As Mona predicted, Lawrence returned to his bedroom breathless, unable to shake the images burned into his mind.
Was this merely some twisted game, or did it mean that when Mona pleasured herself, she was actually fantasizing about him—her Alpha—rather than her mate?
At this thought, his wolf released a primitive, satisfied howl.
He could no longer control his desires, his arousal hardening again.
He gripped himself and began stroking, Mona’s hungry expressions flashing through his mind.
"Oh. God..."
Soon an intense wave crashed over his mind.
He climaxed.
But the desire within him wouldn’t disappear.
He desperately wanted to have sex with Mona.
Even knowing it was wrong.
