Chapter 197 – My Alpha Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret (Killian & Liana) Novel Free Online

What I wasn’t expecting was what happened next, Ryan kneeling in front of me, right here, right in front of their grave… asking me to marry him.

“Mm?” Ryan prompted gently, still holding out the ring.

I laughed, a shaky, emotional laugh, and nodded as the tears started to fall. “Yes! Of course!”

He exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath the whole time, even if he hadn’t shown it. “Thank God,” he whispered, slipping the ring onto my finger. It was gorgeous. A 4.8-carat vivid pink diamond, surrounded by smaller white ones, glinting like something out of a dream.

He lifted my hand and kissed it gently before turning slightly to face their graves.

Then, still holding my hand, he spoke to them.

“I’d love your blessings to marry your daughter,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “I love Anna, so, so much. I know I came here with my mom years ago and I told you I’d take care of her like she was my sister, and I’m sorry… I couldn’t keep that promise.”

He paused, and I looked at him, my chest tightening.

“Anna’s not my sister. She’s my mate. And I’m in love with her. Completely. I can’t even picture my life without her anymore. But I promise you this-I will protect her. Always. With everything I have. With my life.’

A breeze rolled through the trees just then, brushing over us like a gentle hand.

I reached for his other hand, lacing my fingers through his. The wind felt… warm. Familiar.

I looked up at him, smiling through the tears. “I think they’re giving us their blessing.”

He smiled back. “I think so too.”

We stood there for a few minutes longer before a voice broke the quiet.

“Are you their daughter?”

We turned to see the grave keeper standing a few feet away, holding a small envelope in his hand. He looked old, older than I remembered, but his eyes were kind.

I nodded slowly, wiping my face. “Yes. I’m Anna.”

He stepped forward and held out the envelope. “There’s something for you. I was told to give it to you if you ever came back for them.”

I stared at it, frozen. My throat tightened instantly.

He handed it over and walked away quietly. I just stood there, holding the envelope in both hands, staring at it like it might disappear.

“Anna,” Ryan said gently, rubbing my back.

I broke. I turned into his chest and sobbed, my whole body shaking.

“Seventeen years, Ryan. I didn’t come back for seventeen years,” I choked out. “They waited. I left them here, and they still waited for me. I was such a selfish child. I ignored them like they didn’t exist.”

“Anna, baby,” he murmured, holding me tighter. “I’m sure they don’t see it that way.”

I sniffled and slowly pulled back, wiping my face with the back of my hand. My fingers trembled as I opened the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper. Folded neatly.

I unfolded it and saw my father’s handwriting.

My dearest Anna,

If you’re reading this, then life has already taken me farther than I wished to go, and these words are all I can leave behind. I hope, wherever you are, you’re smiling, that you’ve grown into the woman your mother always believed you’d become.

There’s so much I wish I could have told you while I was still here. About our family. About who I really am. About the choices I made that shaped the life we lived. You’ve probably heard pieces of it by now, how your uncle became the Alpha King, and how I stepped away instead of fighting him for the throne. Many called me weak. Some said I ran. But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t walk away because I feared him. I walked away because I was tired, tired of bloodlines and politics, tired of watching power destroy everything it touched. I wanted peace, Anna. I wanted to build a home filled with laughter instead of arguments, warmth instead of war. And I did, for a while. Until life had other plans.

If the world ever turns to you and demands that you take what I left behind, remember what I’m telling you now , you don’t have to. You owe no one your peace. The throne will always find someone to sit on it, but you, my daughter, you were born to live freely.

Live simply. Love deeply. Travel, make memories that are yours and yours alone. Don’t let them chain you to a legacy that has already taken too much from our bloodline.

My greatest wish is to see you happy and living without fear or duty weighing down your spirit.

And when that time comes, when you are smiling, at peace, and surrounded by love, know this: my soul will find its rest, knowing my daughter chose life over power.

With all my love,

Your Father

I stared at the words until they blurred, until my eyes were too filled with tears to see clearly.

Ryan reached over and wiped them gently.

“I’m so at peace, Ryan,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’ve never wanted the throne, but I always thought maybe my dad did. Maybe I owed it to him. But now… now I know he didn’t want that for me either. He just wanted me to live.”

Ryan nodded slowly. “And that’s what we’re going to do.”

I hugged him tightly, burying my face in his shoulder.

“I knew I’d get an answer if I came here. I just knew,” I whispered. “And now… now I’m so, so, so at peace.”

ANNA’S POV

I still can’t believe you’re really getting married, Anna,” Sasha said, standing beside me in the dressing room, already looking emotional like she was about to cry. She kept fiddling with her fingers and blinking too fast. “It just feels like everything’s happening so fast.”

I smiled, trying not to cry myself. “I know. But honestly? I love it. I want this. I want to be his Luna. His wife. His everything.”

I looked at my reflection and barely recognized the woman staring back. The silver-white gown shimmered under the lights, screaming royalty. The bodice hugged my shape just enough, and the long, embroidered train trailed behind me majestically.

This wasn’t just any wedding. It was a royal one. An official one. A full-blown Luna coronation and wedding ceremony combined into one massive event that was about to change everything. The last time I was supposed to be inaugurated beside Ryan, things had gone to shit, and I never even got to stand beside him in front of his people like I was supposed to.

But now? Now things were finally falling into place. I was taking control again, of my life, of my choices, choosing what I wanted, not what anyone expected of me.

And yeah… before I forget, a few weeks ago, I sent my final letter to the European Werewolf Council, thanking them politely for their patience and letting them know that I wasn’t accepting the throne. That I didn’t want it. That I was choosing peace, choosing my life. And I gave them my full blessing to hand over the crown to the best candidate who truly deserved it… who actually wanted to rule, and would lead with peace and unity.

And to my greatest surprise… they listened.

The European Werewolf throne, which had always been passed down through bloodlines, stuck in centuries-old tradition, was finally being opened up to democracy and fair leadership. It was a huge change. Something already common in the Americas and other continents where werewolf packs had long adopted modern systems. But the European werewolf system had always been different. Bound to the past. Stuck in its ways. Until now.

The dressing room door burst open and Mom rushed in first, nearly tripping over the hem of her gown. “Oh, my baby!” she squealed, eyes wide and sparkling with pride.

Behind her came Grandma and Omega Agnes, both already teary-eyed.

“You look beautiful,” Omega Agnes said, pressing a hand to her chest like she couldn’t even believe what she was seeing. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thank you,” I said softly, fighting the lump in my throat.

“I can’t believe I lived long enough to see this day,” Omega Agnes added, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

Grandma stepped forward, holding the crown in her hands. It wasn’t just decorative. It was platinum with actual diamonds woven into its structure, heavy but elegant. She placed it on my head gently, her hands lingering for a second longer.

“Today, everything becomes official,” she said. “You were born to lead. And now you’re leading beside the man you love. That’s the best kind of power.”

“Thank you, Grandma,” I whispered, my eyes misty. “That means everything to me.”

The hall was pure royalty. Packed with pack members, noble guests from other packs, and even representatives from the Council, all standing respectfully and watching as the ceremony began.

Ryan was already standing at the altar. My heart skipped when I saw him. He looked… God, he looked perfect. He wore a tailored silver suit with faint platinum embroidery along the shoulders and cuffs, sharp and regal, matching my gown exactly. A thin silver sash ran across his chest, clipped with a platinum wolf emblem, and a small circlet rested on his head. His eyes were fixed on me, and the second we locked eyes, everything else just faded.

Chris and Alex stood beside him, equally proud.

Dad stood next to me, quiet but solid. He hadn’t said much all day, but I knew what it meant for him to walk me down the aisle. I clutched his arm tighter as we stepped forward.

Sasha walked ahead of us, holding my bouquet, wiping her tears with the back of her hand like she couldn’t keep it together. She was trying not to ruin her makeup, but failing badly.

As we reached the altar, Dad placed my hand in Ryan’s, nodded once, and stepped back.

The Pack Priest raised his hands and began the ceremony.

“Alpha Prince Ryan, do you take Anna to be your bonded mate, your Queen, your Luna, to lead beside you, to rule with you, and to share both strength and heart as one? Do you vow to protect her as your equal, to trust her judgment as your own, and to uphold the honor of your bond before the pack and the realm?”

Ryan’s voice was steady, firm. “I do.”

Then the priest turned to me.

“And you, Anna, do you take Ryan to be your mate, your King, your Alpha, to stand with him through peace and through storm, to lead with wisdom, and to bind your soul to his in both love and power?”

I didn’t even pause. My voice came out clearer than I expected. “I do.”

The priest gave a solemn nod. “Then, before the Moon and before your people, I seal this sacred bond, not merely as husband and wife, but as Alpha and Luna, rulers of the Dark Moon Pack. You may now honor your Luna with a kiss.”

Ryan didn’t hesitate. He pulled me into him and kissed me hard, full of everything he couldn’t say out loud, and the hall exploded with cheers and applause,

He held my face, leaned his forehead against mine, and whispered, “Mine.”

I smiled against his lips. “Always.”

And that was it.

Everything was finally, truly official.

EPILOGUE

FIVE YEARS LATER

RYAN’S POV

Anna’s giggles lit up our cozy living room, her joy wrapping around my heart in a way that still left me breathless after all these years. She darted around the coffee table, her robe fluttering open just enough to tease me with flashes of her four-month pregnant belly, round and glowing, a living reminder of the life we’d created together.

God, she was everything. My fierce, brilliant wife, the woman who’d fought her way to the top of her class while carrying our first child and now worked right beside me at the company. I’d tried to talk her out of it, worried about her pregnancy, but Anna blatantly refused.

“I earned this degree, Ryan,” she’d said, her eyes blazing. “I want to use it, build something with you.” And she did, more than I could’ve imagined.

Now, watching her laugh as she ran from me, my cock throbbed painfully hard, straining against my boxers as I chased her, a playful growl rumbling from my chest.

“Ryan, stop!” she giggled breathlessly. “We’ll be late for work!”

I caught her by the waist, pulling her soft curves against me. “Work can wait,” I growled, my erection pressing into her ass. “But this can’t. I need to be inside you, Anna. I need to feel my babies.”

She squealed, pushing at my chest with bubbling laughter. “You really think it’s going to be twins?”

I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling breathlessly. “Baby, I don’t need to think. I know it already. I can feel them.”

“Ryan-” she started, but I lifted her bridal-style and carried her to the bedroom, her warmth against me making my cock twitch.

I laid her gently on the bed, my breath catching as her teasing eyes met mine. With agonizing slowness, she loosened the tie of her robe and let it slide open, revealing her glowing, pregnant body, soft full breasts, that round, perfect belly, and the sinful curve of her thighs that made my cock twitch just looking at her.

“You sure you still want to risk being late for work?” she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief as her fingers trailed down her skin.

“Fuck, yes, Anna…” I murmured, the words barely leaving my throat as my gaze drank her in. She was still so fucking sexy, even hotter than ever.

She laughed softly, then dipped her fingers between her thighs, sliding them into her wet pussy. Her breath hitched as she moved them in and out. “You just gonna stand there and stare, Daddy?” she teased. “Come fuck me senseless.”

“F-fuck-Anna-“I stripped quickly, my hard cock springing free, muttering, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Shut up and come here,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider, her pussy glistening.

I climbed onto the bed, trembling with need. She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking slowly, her grip sending sparks through me. “God, I love this,” she whispered, voice thick with want.

“Baby,” I groaned, gripping the sheets. “Don’t make me cum yet.”

“Then don’t you fucking dare,” she whispered against my lips, playful and commanding.

I kissed her hard, our mouths crashing together in heat and hunger. I thrust my cock inside her slowly, feeling her wet, tight pussy welcome me, clenching around my length.

“Fuck, Ryan-oh, God,” Anna gasped, clutching my shoulders.

I groaned against her neck, thrusting faster, my hips driving into her. “You drive me insane, Anna.” I rasped.” Always so fucking sweet.

“Harder,” she begged, moaning as I slammed deeper, our bodies slapping together.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop-“

I grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer, thrusting deep as our breaths mingled and moans filled the room.

“Anna,” I growled, voice breaking. “You’re everything. You and these babies-fuck-I love you so much.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Say it again,” she cried, tears mixing with sweat. “Say it again, Ryan.”

“I love you,” I panted, kissing her fiercely. “Always. Always, baby.”

Her body arched, pussy spasming around my cock as she screamed, “Ryan! Oh God, yes, yes!”

I followed, groaning raw and deep, “Anna-fuck-” as I came inside her, filling her with hot spurts.

For a while, only our ragged breaths and pounding hearts remained.

Anna smiled, brushing my damp hair back. “We’re really late for work now.”

I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Worth it.”

She giggled. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” I said, kissing her softly.

“I do,” she whispered. “With everything I have.”

I cupped her face, thumb on her lips. “I love you baby, and I’ll keep proving it, every single fucking day.”

She sank back into the pillows, her hand resting protectively over her bump. “They’re going to look like you,” she murmured sleepily.

I smiled, tracing gentle circles on her belly. “No, baby… they’ll look like their mom-strong, stubborn, and so damn beautiful.” 1

Anna’s lips curved faintly, her eyes fluttering shut. “You talk too much, Mr. Ryan Wolfe.”

I leaned down, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and whispered, “And you love me for it, Mrs. Ryan Wolfe.”

THE END.

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