บททั้งหมดของ Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 156

✓ KierganThe scream that left Thane’s mouth was unlike anything I had ever heard—not even the wolves howled that way. It tore through the air like a dying god’s roar, cracked and boiling with agony. His body convulsed under the black magic, limbs distorting and pulsing with unnatural light. His eyes, once amber and bold, now gleamed a sickly green, and his veins bulged like thorned roots beneath his skin.“Thane!” I surged forward, but the two guards—half-shadow, half-man—held me back with talon-like hands. My heart pounded, a war drum in my chest, as I watched my best friend collapse to his knees, claws erupting from his fingers, black horns curling from his head. Not wolf. Not man. Something… other.“What are you doing to him?!” Joanna screamed.The Head Witch’s voice came smooth and unbothered. “Fixing what should have never been broken. Power, dearest Joanna, always demands a shape. He offered himself, so I merely... reshaped him.”“You’re killing him!”“No,” she purred, “I’m fre

✓ KierganThe ground beneath me shook—not with the force of an earthquake, but with something deeper. Something older.Thane was screaming. No—changing. His bones cracked like firewood as the curse from Tséyaa twisted him into something unholy. I tried to lunge forward, to reach him before it was too late, but invisible roots coiled around my ankles like serpents, locking me in place.“Thane!” I roared, the word tearing from my throat like a guttural command.His body spasmed. His eyes—once clear and sharp with loyalty—now shimmered obsidian. Veins of black fire crawled across his skin, turning him into a grotesque silhouette of himself. Wings, leathery and tattered, burst from his back, and horns began to sprout from his skull.“He made his choice,” Tséyaa whispered behind me, her breath cold against the nape of my neck. “Power has its price.”My fists clenched. I could feel my wolf scratching at the surface, howling inside my chest to be let out.Not yet, I told him. We need to see.

✓Kiergan The sun refused to rise. At least, that’s what it felt like. The sky overhead remained stained in a bruised twilight, the horizon bleeding with crimson streaks as if the earth itself had suffered a wound. No birds chirped. No breeze stirred. Everything was frozen—watching, waiting. I stood by the edge of the cliff where the owl had spoken to me, its final words echoing like a curse in my bones: “You must choose between loyalty and destiny.” And now, every breath I took tasted like ash. Joanna stood behind me, silent. She hadn’t asked what the owl said—hadn’t needed to. She knew something had shifted inside me. The others were still asleep, curled into the broken shelter we’d crafted from tree limbs and earth-rooted rocks. But my mind was elsewhere. “Do you think the Moon Goddess sent it?” I asked without turning around. Joanna’s voice came low and hoarse. “The owl?” “No. The message.” She hesitated. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t always speak in riddles… but when