บททั้งหมดของ My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

ADAMSomething warm pressed against my chest. A hand. Gentle but firm. Then my name, muffled like a whisper traveling through water.“Adam. Adam...”Who was that?My eyelids fought against the weight of sleep as I blinked into the haze. The world was a blur. Lights bled into shadows. A figure loomed above me soft around the edges, yet familiar. My lips parted, dry and cracked. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a groan.“Stay still, my prince,” the voice murmured again. A woman’s voice. Calm. Steady. “Your wolf needs time to heal.”The words anchored me. My muscles, tense with confusion, slowly eased. I wasn't in danger. I was safe.I took a shaky breath and forced my eyes open again, this time longer. The fog lifted just enough for me to recognize the face beside me. Emmanuelle. Her curls framed her face like a halo, though her eyes carried the weight of sleepless nights. She wasn't alone.James stood at her side, his arms crossed, lips curled into a quiet smile that barely

ADAMDrake’s lips twisted into something between a snarl and a smirk, his expression a mask of barely restrained rage. His glowing eyes locked onto mine bright, unstable, almost wild.But still... I didn't choose.Because choosing meant ending something. And if I chose wrong...Not all of us would leave this room alive."I choose..." I started, the words dry in my throat, but my voice faltered.Then Emmanuelle stepped forward, her voice gentle but firm. “He chooses you, Drake.”Both our heads turned to her.“I’m a stranger to you too,” she said, her eyes filled with sincerity. “I won’t come between you. I know humans have wronged you my family especially. But not all of us are like them.”She swallowed, stepping closer, unafraid of the tension simmering in the room. “Some of us are trying to be good. We’re just surrounded by the wrong people, the wrong systems. And maybe your world your realm, or kingdom, or whatever you call it isn’t so different.”Drake blinked. The fire in his eyes

DRAKETessa lies slumped against the cold, damp wall her wrists bound in chains. Her breathing is shallow, her face peaceful, almost innocent in her sleep.But she doesn't deserve peace. Not even in dreams.I grip the rusted handle of the bucket beside me. The water sloshes gently inside, icy and waiting. My fingers are steady. My mind is not.Without hesitation, I lift it and pour the contents over her.She gasps, jerking awake, sputtering as cold water drenches her face and chest. Her eyes dart around in confusion before landing on me on the smirk carved into my lips.“Drake please...” she shivers, soaked and trembling. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear it was a mistake. My father... he threatened me. I had no choice.”My blood surges. Her voice the same voice that once whispered sweet promises now sounds like poison. I step forward, fingers curling into fists, and then I grab her by the neck, yanking her off the ground.“No choice?” My voice is low, venomous. “You, Tessa? The mig

ADAMA human? My mate?The thought clung to me like thorns. I paced the edges of the abandoned alleyway, my breath coming out in shallow bursts despite the crisp night air. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, unsettled, confused. This couldn’t be real. I was the crown prince of the Nightshade pack the next Alpha. My mate was supposed to be strong. Fierce. One of us.Not... human.And yet, there it was. The invisible thread between us the unmistakable pull. The bond.I rubbed my chest, the ache deepening. No. This had to be a mistake. Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe saving her triggered something primal in me.“Let’s get out of here,” I said, keeping my voice firm as I took her hand. Her skin was warm. Too warm. The bond buzzed under my fingertips, tightening like a rope every time I touched her.The entire night, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Even after dropping Emmanuelle at her house and watching her disappear behind her door, I was still restless. My wolf wouldn’t settle. My thoug

ADAMCan I really face her?The thought clawed at my chest as I stood in the shadows of the Bloodfang Pack garden, hidden behind a tall hedge. My breath caught the scent of roses and wet grass, but all I could focus on was her Selena moving gracefully through the garden, her belly round with child, her laughter soft as it drifted into the breeze.She wasn’t alone.A woman walked beside her tall, confident, steps in sync with Selena’s. From where I stood, hidden beneath the shadows of a fig tree, I could only see their backs, but something in the curve of the woman’s posture… something in the way the wind lifted her scent sharp, like crushed mint and warning bells froze me in place.Then her voice sliced through the quiet, crisp and sure.“I know you’re there.”I flinched.“Come out before I turn you into a lizard.”That voice.The world narrowed to a heartbeat.It couldn’t be…Angela?My breath caught. It couldn’t be her not after what I was told. Not after the rumors.“Don’t make me