Semua Bab Fated to my 4 bully Stepbrothers: Bab 31 - Bab 40

~Zane~Winning had never been just about proving myself to just anybody. I was born a Cassian, raised in a house where strength, dominance, and victory were the only things that mattered. Losing wasn’t an option, not to Alerion, not to Caius, not to Lysander. But tonight, none of that compared to the real reason I was dead set on winning.Valeria. Every display of my manliness in my wolf form that I put into this competition was for her. I had to show her that I wasn’t just another jealous, irrational, possessive freak who couldn’t protect her. I had to prove that I was the only one who deserved to own her. Not Caius. Not Lysander. Not anyone else who thought they could slip into her life by being a goody bag and then snatching her away. “Come on, man.”“You got this.” I mentally prepped myself as I warmed up while glancing at her.Damn, she was the prettiest girl in this crowd and I didn’t care how every other girl looked. They didn’t matter. The first event was tracking prey, a

Chapter 33~Valeria~If I had placed a bet on how dirty this could get, I would have been a lot richer than my stepfather. Guys didn’t do words. They did fists. “The rules are simple,” the leader sneered, rolling his shoulders as he measured up to Alerion. “One-on-one. No weapons. Just our wolves and human forms. The loser gets on their knees and apologizes to the winner.” I didn’t like the idea of that. Sure, I trusted my brothers to win at their best but it wasn’t everytime that one could get lucky. I was going to object to their childish suggestion when Alerion accepted the challenge. “Fine. But when I win, I don’t want your apology. I want you to keep your worthless mouth shut and beg for Valeria’s forgiveness.” The crowd cheered his boldness in support while our opponents cringed in irritation. The leader smirked, then nodded to his chosen fighter, a broad-shouldered, thick-necked werewolf who looked like he could break bones just by clenching his fists too hard. He was ta

~Valeria~The moment the whistle blew, I knew we were screwed.Not because we weren’t strong enough, or smart enough. No, we had all of that. But something about this challenge just made it seem like they were hell bent on humbling us.Maybe it was the way the organizers smirked as they explained the rules. Or maybe it was the fact that no one really knew what kind of tasks we’d be facing. All we were told was that we had to complete a series of challenges in a limited time.That meant puzzles, physical obstacles, and probably some surprises meant to throw us off.Alerion was our captain. That was obvious, he was the strongest, the fastest, and the one everyone naturally followed. Caius was the brains of the team, the strategist who could solve problems under pressure. Zane and Lysander were the muscle, fast and brutal when needed.And me? I was the backup.That didn’t mean I wasn’t important, I had to observe, find things they might miss, and provide the kind of support that could ma

~Valeria~One blink and the guy I’d risked everything to chase had disappeared into nowhere like he was never really there to begin with.I stood there, strained and annoyed, staring into the empty space like it owed me answers.I wasn’t even mad that I didn’t catch him. I was mad because… I don’t know. It felt like I walked into a trap without even knowing it. Like he wanted me to follow. Like he was measuring how far I’d go for my foolish curiosity. Whatever the case, I knew one thing, I couldn’t stay here sulking in the dark like a lost kitten. I had to go back.So I turned around, brushed the dust off my clothes, and started walking like nothing happened even though everything in my gut told me something very, very wrong just did.By the time I made it back to the challenge grounds, the entire place looked like a different world. Did I miss something? I sure did and I hated that it could have been the most interesting part.The chaos? Non-existent. The bruises? Healed. The petty

~Caius~Seeing Lysander standing up for Valeria should’ve made me proud. Happy, even. He was my youngest brother. A good kid, despite the drama that couldn’t seem to stay away. But instead of pride, I felt my inside burning. Like I was watching something that wasn’t mine get taken.Something I’d been too damn careful with. Too damn slow.And now, I was starting to wonder if being cautious had cost me my chance.I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.I liked Valeria. No, scratch that. I wanted her. I yearned for her. I needed her. Not in the passing, shallow way people throw that word around. It was deeper than that. The kind of want that made your head feel woozy whenever she locked eyes with you. The kind of want that made her laughter echo in your head hours after she was gone.And I was just standing on the sidelines, watching it all happen.I tried to make sense of it at first. She was family now. Our step-sister. Dad’s adopted daughter. The w