I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 98

**Chapter 98**

Leaning against the cool, sterile wall of the corridor, he had his arms crossed tightly, his long legs stretched out in front of him, creating a barrier of sorts. The moment he caught sight of her, he straightened up, a slow, deliberate movement that spoke volumes of his resolve.

He hadn’t gone anywhere. No, he was waiting—waiting for her, as if the world around him had faded into a blur, leaving only her in sharp focus.

“Nurse hasn’t seen you,” he remarked, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. His voice was low, tinged with a hint of irritation that was impossible to ignore. “Lying isn’t a good look, Talya.”

A shiver danced across her scalp. Was he some kind of human radar, able to sense her unease from a distance?

“I’m fine,” she insisted, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. “I don’t need a doctor.”

He took a step closer, and she could feel the pressure of his presence rolling back in like a relentless tide, threatening to drown her.

“You were terrified,” he said, his penetrating gaze boring into her eyes as if he were trying to unearth the secrets buried deep within her. “That wasn’t low blood sugar. That was fear. Who scared you like that?”

It felt like an interrogation, a wolf catching the scent of blood and refusing to let go until he found the wound. The intensity of his scrutiny made her heart race, and she felt cornered.

“If you don’t want to—” she began, desperate to deflect his concern.

“Yo, Talya babe,” a voice interrupted, slicing through the tension like a knife.

In that instant, her blood turned to ice, a chill creeping down her spine.

A sweaty arm snaked around her neck from behind, yanking her back against a damp, unwanted chest.

Brandon.

If Liam made her anxious, Brandon made her feel downright nauseous.

Liam’s expression shifted in a heartbeat. The curiosity that had once danced in his eyes vanished, replaced by a raw, primal violence. His gaze dropped to the arm encircling her neck, and she could see the barely contained fury brewing within him, as if he wanted nothing more than to sever that limb from its body.

Brandon, oblivious to the tension, tightened his grip, marking his territory like a dog claiming a fire hydrant. “Been waiting for you,” he complained, then turned his glare toward Liam. “Who’s this? Why are you cornering my girlfriend?”

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