All Chapters of STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNIGHT: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

MIA’S POVThe moment my eyes snapped open, the battlefield fell into a stunned silence. Power surged through my veins like wildfire, alive, untamed, unstoppable. My body felt weightless, yet I had never been stronger. Every inch of me pulsed with the raw energy of the White Wolf.Keith’s expression twisted in disbelief, his hands clenched into fists. “No… This—this can’t be happening!” His voice wavered, but I saw the truth in his eyes—fear.I tilted my head, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. “You should be proud, Keith.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “If you hadn’t stabbed me, I wouldn’t have awakened.”His face turned red with fury. With a snarl, he lifted his hands. Dark energy crackled at his fingertips.The ground trembled. Shadows twisted unnaturally. The stench of death filled the air.I turned just as an army of demon rogues emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowing red, their bodies twisted by corrupted magic. Their growls rumbled through the battlefield, sending a

MIA’S POVWaking up in a tangle of limbs, silk sheets, and the lingering taste of last night's sins… yeah, this was exactly how I liked it. This feeling of being surrounded, protected, desired—I'll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. Not when I spent so long feeling unwanted.Sean's arm was locked around my waist like he thought someone might steal me away overnight. Cute. Even in sleep, he's possessive. The boy who once terrorized me now can't bear to let me go, even while unconscious. Life has a twisted sense of humor.Xavier's breath stirred the strands of my hair as he shifted behind me, his leg hooked over mine. My body was bare under the covers, and not a single inch of me felt cold. I was tucked between two overprotective wolves like their personal treasure chest. Their heat radiates into me, through me. I used to sleep alone, cold and curled into myself. Now I can barely move without touching one of them.And I was a treasure. A spoiled, kissed, claimed one. Somet

MIA'S POVThe news of Alpha Diego's passing hit me like a physical blow. Standing in Xavier's apartment, watching his strong facade crumble as he received the call, I felt my own heart breaking twice over—once for the man who had shown me kindness when I needed it most, and once for the pain etched across Xavier's face."I'm so sorry," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as his broad shoulders trembled beneath my touch. His scent, usually warm and comforting, was now tinged with the sharp bite of grief.Xavier pulled away first, his eyes red-rimmed but determined. "We need to go. The others are already at the pack house."I nodded, rushing to dress appropriately. Black dress, simple jewelry—nothing flashy for a day meant for mourning. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, my mind racing with memories of Alpha Diego's hearty laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. The way he'd welcomed me despite everything.The drive to the pack territory stretched endlessly

MIA'S POV"How could you?" I screamed, voice shaking as I stared at the man who raised me, the man I once trusted more than anything.My father didn't even flinch. He sat there behind his desk, the same way he always did—calm, detached, untouchable.I'm down to just fragments of myself now. Three percent. That's all that's left of who I used to be."Answer me!" I cried, fists balled at my sides. "How could you kill Alpha Diego? How could you ruin everything I had left?!"His expression didn't waver. Not once."He deserved it," he said bluntly, voice like ice. "For stealing my wife, your mother, and for everything else he took from me."The room spun. My stomach twisted in knots so tight I thought I might collapse.Three percent of my heart still beating. Three percent of my soul still fighting. That's all I am now.I stumbled back a step, clutching the edge of the desk like it might hold me together."He's dead because you couldn't let go of your fucking pride?" I hissed. "You destroy

Mia's POVQuiet spread over my skin like winter cold, each moment that passed without them touching me making me colder than before. After being together, it should have felt warm—it always did before—but something had changed. The air in the room felt wrong. Heavy. Final.My body still felt the touch of their hands, my skin marked with signs of what we'd just shared. Sweat cooling on my skin. Hair messy from their hold. The familiar ache between my legs that usually made me feel good now left me empty.I waited for what always came next. Sean's rough hands moving over my hip, his touch both owning and soft. Rolex pushing hair behind my ear, whispering dirty promises about next time. Xavier's rough lips pressing against my head, his voice a deep "Good girl" that always made me feel like I belonged.Instead, they stood up. Put their clothes on. And walked away.The bed moved as Nathan got up last, his warmth leaving me. I reached for him without thinking, my fingers touching his wrist.