บททั้งหมดของ My New Stepbrother, My Mate: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Writer’s povJace What does not having it at all when you head what’s Shayla said because he knows very well that she’s aware of everything that has happened because it was all her plan in the first place, Caleb told him everything that happened the day he found out that Shayla how to kill the person before and he also told Jace about how she knows his darkest secrets and how she is probably the one that told his dad the truth because she’s the only one that knows the real story to happen that they nobody else knows even his stepmom has promised to keep her mouth shut for the rest of her life so there’s no way she will tell him about it when it’s actually going to affect her relationship with him as well the only person that could’ve easily done such a thing as her and here she is pretending like she doesn’t know anything about it, he was actually more irritated than angry because it was too stupid of her to even lie about it in the first place when she is clearly the one that’s expos

Writer's POVHis words faltered mid-sentence, and his body stiffened before his mind could catch up. The guards kept talking, unaware, but Jace barely heard them anymore. His senses sharpened, his heart beginning to race for a reason he already knew too well.He turned slowly, almost afraid to look. Afraid that if he did, he would realize his mind was playing tricks on him again. It had done that before, making him see her in the shadows, feel her in the wind, and hear her voice when she wasn’t there. But this time, it wasn’t his imagination because she was there.Liana walked toward him across the open space in front of the pack house, and for a moment, he couldn’t move. He simply watched her, like she might disappear if he blinked. She walked the same way she always had, steady and graceful, but something was different, and her steps were slower and careful. Her shoulders were tense, and when she lifted her eyes to meet his, he saw it clearly.She looked unsure, nervous, and vulnera

Writer's POV The house was silent, and not the peaceful kind of silence, but the heavy kind that made every small sound feel louder than it should be. The halls were dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the windows. Everyone was asleep, and everyone was unaware. Liana lay in her bed, breathing softly. She had fallen asleep thinking about Jace and about their conversation and the way his arms felt around her again. For the first time in months, her dreams were not haunted by pain; she slept peacefully, unaware of the danger creeping closer with every passing second. The door to her room opened slowly. So slowly it made no sound, and a shadow slipped inside. Shayla stood there, her body stiff, her heart racing, her breath shallow. The knife in her hand trembled, catching a faint reflection of moonlight. For a moment, she hesitated, staring down at Liana’s sleeping face. She looked calm, innocent, and human. And that made the rage burn hotter. “Th

Writer's POVLiana believed ignoring someone was easier than facing the truth. At first, it worked, or at least, that was what she told herself. She convinced her mind that distance was healing, that silence was strength, and that pretending not to care was the same as moving on. It was easier to turn away than to admit how deeply she was still affected.So she practiced it every day. For months, she mastered the act like it was a skill she needed to survive, and she learned Jace’s routine without meaning to. She knew which hours he usually spent at the pack house, which paths he took during patrol, and which gatherings he never missed. Whenever she sensed he was around, she quietly changed direction. If she heard his voice from afar, she found an excuse to leave. If someone mentioned his name, her smile stayed in place, but her heart always skipped a beat.She stopped attending gatherings altogether. Celebrations, meetings, even casual pack dinners—she avoided them all. People notice

Writer's POVJace went to his father that same night.He didn’t sleep because he didn’t want to hesitate. The moment he left Liana, his mind was already made up that if he was going to fight for her, he would do it properly. Not in half-steps, not with silence, and definitely not with fear.Alpha Damon was in his private study when Jace arrived, and the room smelled of old wood and authority, the walls lined with symbols of past Alphas and battles won. Damon stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture straight and unyielding.Jace spoke without sitting, and he told his father everything about Liana coming to him and about the conversation they both had. About the feelings that never died and his decision to be with her openly and without shame. Alpha Damon listened in complete silence, and he did not interrupt, nor did he react. His face remained hard, unreadable, like stone carved by years of leadership. That silence was worse than shouting, and Jace knew it w