My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

SELENAI used to dread training. Every swing, every fall, every weight I lifted had always felt like I was dragging my limbs through quicksand. But now… now, the world moved differently.I rolled my shoulders back and gripped the metal bar beside me. With one smooth pull, it rose off the ground no strain, no ache. Just raw power flowing through me like a second heartbeat.Was this what it meant to be whole? To finally have my wolf?The others were scattered across the field, sparring, sweating, shouting. There was tension in the air war was coming. I could feel it in my bones, pulsing with each step we took together. Stephen’s words haunted me still."War is closer than you think, Selena."But what if it wasn’t just war? What if this was about me? About whatever truth Stephen still kept buried beneath his calm, calculated eyes? I could sense it something vital was being withheld. Something that could shatter everything.A prickling sensation skated down my spine, making the hairs on m

STEPHENThe silence in the car was louder than any growl I’d ever heard in a fight ring.Selena sat by the window, her body angled as far away from me as possible. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, as if she were shielding herself from me. The air between us was cold, tense like a wall I couldn’t punch through.I reached out, just barely brushing my fingers against hers, hoping to offer comfort. But the second our skin met, she jerked her hand back like I’d burned her.I froze.Her eyes darted toward me, wide and cautious. Fear. Raw, unfiltered fear.My jaw clenched. I didn’t know what hurt more seeing her look at me like that or realizing I might be the reason she did.I forced my voice to stay calm. “Are you okay?”She nodded stiffly. “Yes.”But she wouldn’t meet my gaze. Instead, she turned her head toward the window again, as though watching the trees whip past could keep her from unraveling.I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. This distance between us... it

SELENAThe hallways of the pack house blurred through the tears clouding my eyes. My footsteps were slow, dragging, like each one carried the weight of everything I’d tried so hard to survive.My room waited at the end of the corridor, quiet and unchanged, untouched by the chaos raging inside me. I stepped in and shut the door behind me with a soft click that somehow felt louder than it should."Hello, room," I whispered, voice barely above a breath. "It’s been a while."It was a lie. Every corner still echoed memories I’d tried to forget. Every shadow on the wall seemed to mock me.How do you forgive the man who destroyed your life?How do you look past the pain, the betrayal, the nights you cried yourself to sleep hoping for answers that never came?Why didn’t Alpha Kingsley tell Stephen the truth?Why let me be treated like filth, like a curse when it was his father who was to blame?Stephen.The name tasted bitter on my tongue.He stole my firsts my first kiss, my first touch, my

SELENAStephen dropped to his knees, the weight of Alpha Kingsley’s bleeding body cradled in his arms. His lips trembled, but he didn't let the tears fall. Not in front of the warriors. Not in front of me.Still, I saw it.The heartbreak in his eyes. The silent plea.“Please,” he whispered, his voice raw and cracked. “Use your power. Save my father.”He looked up at me, his gaze fierce and desperate. “This is the only way I can show him how much he meant to me how much he still does. He raised me since I was five. I can’t… I can’t watch him die.”A gust of wind cut through the silence, but it wasn’t cold. It was fate. Pressing down on my shoulders.That’s when I heard her my wolf.Don’t do it, Selena. You will defy fate. He’s meant to die. You can’t save him.But I clenched my fists, teeth gritted.But I can, I told her. I have to.She sighed in my mind, a sound ancient and aching.Then be ready to face the consequences. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.I closed my eyes and reached inward

SELENAThe scent of dust and old leather hit me the moment I stepped into the Wolf House library. Shadows clung to every corner, cast by the weak rays of sunlight that bled through the high stained-glass windows. It was quiet too quiet. Not even the hum of energy from the walls stirred.Nyra’s voice echoed softly in my mind. “You must look into the past. Find the ancient healer wolf’s story. Her choices will guide yours.”Rows upon rows of books towered above me, some shelved neatly, others nearly swallowed by cobwebs and time. My wolf eyes adjusted, picking up the faint shimmer of gold ink on a dusty spine in the farthest corner of the room. The shelf it rested on was crooked, forgotten just like the secrets it guarded.I moved toward it, drawn by something I couldn’t explain.The book was old. Ancient. Dust coated the cover like a burial shroud. I brushed it away, revealing the title etched in fading letters: The Lost Howl of Lysara.My heartbeat quickened.Lysara the last known hea