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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETEEN: RUMBLE

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-02-23 18:04:57

Elizabeth

I didn’t realize how loud a room could be after people left it.

It was something like post traumatic stress, and I was seated in the middle of the living room, feeling it. Seeing it. Replaying it. Waiting without reason for an official to knock on the door again.

How soon after the trauma, could one claim to have post traumatic stress? This was nothing like the attacks I'd had in the past. It was nothing close to being smacked and grabbed and pushed and slashed. It was the farthest t
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    ElizabethMy blanket covered up to my shoulders, my toes hid in warm socks and my fingers snuggled in the lengthy sleeves of my biggest hoodie. My head was buried in my pillow, unmoved since I opened my eyes. The only parts of me that had moved were my hands, which held up my book as I turned the pages, forgetting myself in a fantasy beyond my world. Beyond the horror that was my reality.When there were no more tears to cry yesterday, I’d simply picked myself up, gathered my things and made my way up the stairs to my room. Inside, with the doors locked behind me, I’d changed out of my clothes, washed my face, and fell on my bed. I was weak. Utterly and truly weak. There was no strength left to fight, no tears left to cry, even if I tried. The options reduced by the day, and I was gradually coming to find that there was only one way out. One way that was synonymous with suicide. I couldn’t win. I couldn’t fight. What else could I do?Phillip, I hope you have a plan for us. I hope yo

  • Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother   CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR: ALLIANCE

    Phillip :Where are you?My pulse spiked as I typed that response. I sat up, but not too quickly, and looked around like he could be in the very living room where I sat. I didn’t know if he could see me or only hear me. And I couldn’t decide which was worse.The room was still buzzing with the heat of our new resolve, Mason leaning forward, Rowan pacing, Reagan grinning like we had already won something tangible. I knew he only needed the assurance that we weren’t going to sit around and wait for a miracle. It was enough motivation for him, even if we didn’t technically have a full proof plan. My phone buzzed in my palm again and I looked down.:Close enough.For a second, I simply stared at it. The words themselves were harmless, almost amused, but the implication behind them was anything but. This private text made me uncomfortable, like we were co-conspirators, and from the little we’d exchanged so far, it may very well become our status. But for now, even now, we were just two wo

  • Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother   CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE: PLEASE 

    Elizabeth Let me define Crossing.In the Rex Pack, whenever the son of an elite reached a certain age, he became eligible to claim his mate. That age was twenty-three. It was not announced with drums or ceremony. It was spoken in lowered voices and carried in the way the pack’s attention sharpened, in the way mothers watched their sons more carefully and young women learned to avert their eyes.Anthony’s twenty-third Crossing was five months away.Five months. The thought echoed in my mind, like a shadow that continuously lengthened. Five months until he would be allowed - expected - to choose. Five months until the choice, once made, could not be refused.Once chosen by an elite, a mate had no right to say no.The law was old. Older than compassion. Older than rebellion. A claim was binding for life, and the pack treated it as a mercy rather than a sentence. To be chosen by an elite was an honor, they said. To refuse would be madness. Disloyalty. Ungratefulness.They never spoke of

  • Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother    CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO: LAID OFF 

    Phillip "Hey." I sent the text. I wanted to add, 'It's Phillip' but I decided against it. I had a feeling he would know. I stared at it for a little while, unsure why my heart began to pick the pace, then I tossed it across my desk and rested in the chair.It was all so haunting - both the person and the circumstance - in a way that pricked my skin. I'd thought long and hard about what he wanted, but still couldn't assume anything. Instead I circled the same questions in my head. How long had he noticed me for? Why was he looking at me like that? What did he mean by we could help each other?Obviously, it had to do with the disturbance in the pack. Or was it obvious? What else could it be?There were too many players in the game and no clear line between. No one could state without a doubt who was for and against the pack. No one even knew what the rules of the game were, we all just fought to win. Aurelion was a curious character. The streets of the pack weren't familiar with h

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    Elizabeth What do you do when the story never ends? It just keeps on going, over and over, repeating in lifeless cycles till you feel every bit the puppet you're placed to be.That was how I felt this morning, diving back into the dresses, the hair pins, the touch ups, the heels. It was like I was given a few weeks break from being on display. I had the Real Hero to thank for that. If the pack hadnibeen shaken the way it had, perhaps the torture would never have paused.I didn't appreciate the freedom I'd received till it was taken back, and I sat back in front of a mirror, staring at my eye bags and then making them disappear."I want to offer my deepest sympathies for everything you've been through. It can't be easy having your pup attacked more than once." Mrs Hart had begun the conversation yesterday. We were on our way out of the pack hall, Dad having joined some of the other councilmen, and Reagan having broken out to wherever, when Mrs Hart stepped onto our path. Accompanying

  • Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother   CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY: AURELION

    PhillipI slid into my seat, trying to compose myself, the lingering buzz from just a few minutes ago still humming through my veins. As always, I waited for her to go in first, watching and ensuring she went undisturbed, before moving, myself. Even out of sight, I couldn't get her out of my head. Forrest had been starved and so had I, and I didn't even know how bad it was till I had her in my arms.I found my place amongst my family and settled, nodding along with the alpha's speech as it proceeded, my eyes scanning the room, but my mind elsewhere. The Alpha spoke about pack security and the growing unease among members, but it wasn't news. It was protocol to talk about it, but his words were empty. His eyes were duller than before, and he even appeared a bit thinner. It stood out to me more than anything he said, but I struggled to concentrate on it, my thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of Elizabeth's touch.When I glanced to his side, my eyes widened just slightly. I was

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