Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Serena’s POV Caleb was stupid. Beyond stupid. The sheer nerve of him to think he could talk to me, let alone try to convince me of anything. He was nothing but a nightmare I wanted to forget, a mistake I had buried deep in my past. Yet, here he was, showing up like a rotten ghost, ruining my night. I should have gone to sleep. I should have stayed locked away in my room and ignored the small, annoying worry clawing at my chest for Damien. He was late, but that wasn’t my problem. At least, it shouldn’t have been. But my stupid wolf had other ideas. Something in me itched with unease bringing a pull I didn’t want to acknowledge, but it dragged me outside anyway. I was wrapped in nothing but a thin nightie, I stepped out into the cool night air, my bare feet pressing against the stone pathway as I glanced toward the entrance but Damien was nowhere to be seen. I sighed, rubbing my arms, about to turn back—until the feeling of being watched sent a shiver racing down my spine.

Damien’s POV The room was damp, cold and thick with the smell of blood. Caleb sat tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his head hanging forward with his breathing labored. Blood dripped from his split lips onto the floor, joining the dark pool already forming beneath him. His right eye was swollen shut, his ribs caved in from the relentless blows my men had delivered, and his left knee was bent at an angle it shouldn’t be. I cracked my knuckles, flexing my fingers as I watched him struggle to stay conscious. He should be grateful I hadn't killed him yet. Silvo, my hammer, was still stained with his blood, resting beside me like a loyal pet waiting to be used again. The fucker had the audacity to put his hands on my mate. To touch what was mine. He lifted his head slowly, his one good eye barely open, and he gave me a weak, bloodstained smirk. “You think this changes anything, Damien?” His voice was rough and strained but there was something in his tone that irritated m

Damien's Pov The room was dimly lit, the air thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive whiskey. I sat at the head of the long, mahogany table, my fingers gripping the edge so hard my knuckles turned white. My friends—Tyler, Ash, Diego, and Zayn, who's my Beta— sat around me, their eyes were sharp, waiting for me to speak. But I couldn’t. Not yet because my chest felt tight, my body drained of energy. It made me feel so weak. That damn word rang in my head like a curse. I was never weak. Never. But tonight, I could barely keep my hands from trembling. I knew why and I fucking hated it. Diego leaned back in his chair, swirling his glass of whiskey lazily. "So, let me get this straight. Your father is captured, your mate is missing. And you—" He pointed at me with an arrogant smirk. "—look like you’re about to pass out." Tyler chuckled, dragging out a cigar and lighting it slowly. "Never thought I’d see the great Damien looking like he’s been drained dry. What’s the matter

Damien's Pov The air in Rune’s territory was thick with death. I could smell the blood soaked into the earth, the lingering stench of decay that clung to the abandoned ruins of what once was a kingdom. My men moved like shadows beside me even though their wolves went restless beneath their skin. But I was the weakest one here and I fucking hated it. It's funny how my life flipped in seconds. If Runs finds out I'm getting weak, he'll tell the whole world to kill me in a blink, not that I'll allow that. Every step felt heavier than the last, every breath became more and more strained. My fingers trembled slightly when I clenched my fists, and my wolf, which usually snarled inside me, was quiet. Way too quiet. Something was wrong. Zayn noticed. "You good?" I glared at him. "Fine." "Liar," Tyler muttered. Ash smirked. "He looks like he’s about to pass out." "Shut up," I growled, but even that came out weaker than I wanted. Diego stepped in, his tone serious. "It’s Seren

Damien's Pov My chest felt like it was being carved open with a blunt knife. My wolf was fading in and out and I couldn't stand straight. My knees were buckling under me like I’d aged a hundred years in an hour. Every time I tried to hold myself upright, another wave of weakness slammed into me like a train. I was bleeding strength, and I knew exactly why.She was using my powers.Serena.I should’ve been proud, right? She was out there holding her own against monsters. But the truth? I was not scared, Not for her but what she was becoming and what she was doing with the power I gave her by bond. I hadn’t claimed her fully and had not accepted her as mine in every way, and now... it was punishing me.Zayn looked just as bad as I did, but he tried to hide it like I didn’t notice his hand trembling at his side.“She’s fighting someone,” Zayn muttered as we stood outside Rune’s castle gates. “She Has to be. That’s the only time this drain happens. You’re losing strength because she’s u