All Chapters of Fated to my 4 bully Stepbrothers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Valeria~I never thought I would ever be in the right position to say this but school wasn’t so bad anymore. My grades started topping the charts and it was all thanks to my charming professor which you can already guess.Caius.He was patient with me even when I accepted my failure. He made everything so easy to understand that his formulas were better than that of my teachers.And the best part? I finally became confident again. I was no longer sour or depressed no matter how the bullies tried to get under my skin.It wasn’t like they stopped, of course. I just cared more about other joyful moments like the time I didn’t dread getting my test results back. Somewhere along the way, their words started feeling like a tiny prick to a numbed skin. I started staring at them straight in the face, daring them to do their worst. Caius noticed. And he didn’t say much about it, but the way he smiled at me like he knew I was finally seeing myself the way he saw me made everything worth it.

~Valeria~Zane swept me off my feet the day he sent a servant with a gift box and a text that read, There’s a dress in there, please wear it. I wanna take you somewhere.The servant didn’t say anything else about where he was taking me to. And maybe I should’ve sent the gift back. Maybe I should’ve blocked his number like every self-respecting girl does when her ex can’t seem to understand the line “we are never getting back together.” But instead I stood in front of my mirror for twenty minutes, debating if the sundress made me look too soft.I ended up wearing it anyway.It was pale yellow, off-shoulder, with a skirt that floated when I walked. The kind of thing you wear to a brunch date with someone who hasn’t broken your heart. But I wore it for him whether I want to admit it or not.Zane was already waiting by the car when I stepped outside, leaning against the door with his eyes focused on something else but me. The setting sun hit just right, on his handsome face that remin

~Alerion~The tension didn’t die down even with the silence after she left. And I knew if I didn’t intervene, there might be a wolf fight.Caius would give a long thought before fighting.Zane wouldn’t. Because he’s always acting on stupid impulse.I stayed leaning against the wall, half in the dark, half in the doorway like some ancestral ghost of the pack house.Caius had gone quiet. That type of silence that doesn’t mean defeat, it’s a dare. A warning that if Zane pushed one more button, he’d get more than words back.Zane, being Zane? His fists clenched at his sides like he was itching to knock something or someone out.Any second now.And me? I sighed. Loud enough to interrupt their war.“Y’all done with your childishness?” I asked, finally stepping into the room.Zane’s head whipped around. “How long have you been standing there?”“Long enough to witness the slow decline of our family’s IQ.”“If anyone’s brain-dead, it’s him,” he jabbed a thumb at Caius, who didn’t so much as bl

~Lysander~The last person I expected to find bleeding outside our pack house was her. Yet, there she was, groaning in pain, half-conscious, blood spilling across her face. And the next thing I knew, I was out for blood too.I dropped to my knees, hands shaking like I’d just seen a ghost. “Valeria,” I whispered. “Val,” I said again, louder this time, as I touched her cheek, already sticky with dried blood. “Please, open your eyes. Come on. Just look at me.”Nothing. Just a soft whimper and the slow rise and fall of her chest. But she was alive. Barely.I scooped her into my arms, panic making my limbs clumsy. My heart was punching holes through my ribs, my breath ragged like I’d sprinted a mile.I ran. Flew through the front doors of the house.“Zane! Caius!” I bellowed, my voice echoing. No answer.Good.If they saw her like this, there’d be bodies on the lawn. And I was already halfway there myself.I laid her gently on the couch, brushing the hair from her face. Her skin felt

~Valeria~There are many things I could handle, bruised body, territorial step brothers, and being the center of every bad situation in school. But being dressed up like a pretty little gift for some random werewolf bachelor? That was where I drew the line.I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing this pastel-blue dress that my mother picked out like it was prom night. Soft curls bounced off my face, my lips tinted with a color she called “innocent berry,” whatever that meant. I didn’t even recognize myself. I looked… like I was doing too much for the attention. And that pissed me off.“I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” I muttered under my breath.From behind, her voice came out with mean sweetness. “You’re not getting any younger, Valeria. It’s time you find a mate. One who would love and protect you like my husband does.” Translation? “You’re getting too close to your stepbrothers and it’s making people talk.”I clenched my fists on the edge of the vanity