บททั้งหมดของ Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Alpha Lucien’s POVAs I placed the pup again to be used for the sacrifice, the atmosphere changed again. The air went heavy. It wasn’t just silence, it was like something ancient had stirred.A strange gust blew through the ceremonial chamber, snuffing out several torches along the walls. The scent of the pup was strong, and it cried louder this time, like it felt something terrible was about to happen.My hands hovered above the sacred dagger. Carved from obsidian and tipped with a silver edge, it was the same blade that had renewed power in our bloodline for centuries. Generations had passed down this rite. The full moon above cast a sharp white glow through the circular skylight, hitting the altar where the pup lay.The priestess beside me, a woman dressed in crimson robes and veiled with silver threads began chanting again, her voice low and rhythmic. It was time. The ritual could not be delayed much longer.The elders around me stood in a circle, each holding a flame. Every soul

Gracie’s POV“The child is mine!” I yelled, my voice shaking with fury and fear. “The healer gave the pup to me!”But they didn’t care. They didn’t even flinch. Two guards grabbed my arms, yanking me roughly from the corner of the cell. The cold iron cuffs bit into my wrists. I thrashed, kicked, screamed. but they held firm, dragging me through the dim corridor toward the chamber where the ritual was taking place.As we turned the corner, I saw him. My son.He was lying on the altar. too small, too fragile, wrapped in nothing but a thin cloth. His tiny chest rose and fell in terrified gasps, and his cries cut straight through my soul.Something broke inside me.“No!” I sobbed. “Don’t touch him! Don’t you dare lay a hand on him!”Tears poured down my face. My feet scraped against the stone floor as I tried to resist. I didn’t care if they tore me apart. I just wanted to get to my son.But then, everything changed.A howl tore through the air, loud, furious, unrelenting. It wasn’t a gua

Alpha Lucien’s POVI lunged at the rogue in front of me, claws extended, eyes fixed on one target, Tavin. He was making a run for it. And in his arms, he carried my pup.My wolf doesn’t joke when it comes to killing. Especially not when someone tries to steal what’s mine.I ripped through the rogue’s throat in seconds, hot blood spraying across my chest as the body collapsed beneath my feet. But another took its place immediately, snapping at my heels, foam dripping from its jaws.Chaos had broken loose.Smoke drifted from the corners of the sacrificial temple, the altar in shambles. Warriors clashed with rogues, bodies littered the stone ground. But all I could see was him, Tavin pushing through the fight, shielding the child in his arms like it belonged to him.It didn’t.That baby was of my blood. My heir. My power. And they were trying to take him away.I roared, shifting fully mid-air, my wolf’s muscles stretching under silver fur. I barreled through another attacker, slamming hi

Gracie’s POV“Mama, where are we going?” I asked, breathing heavily. My legs ached, and my body still hadn’t fully recovered from the last attack, but I pushed forward. Tavin carried my pup, bundled tightly in a faded wool blanket. His arms were trembling from fatigue, but his grip on the baby never faltered.We were all walking side by side, the forest around us thick and shadowed, the sun dipping behind the trees.It was at that moment I truly understood the essence of family.Not the kind that only stands by you in victory or smiles for the crowd, but the kind that bleeds with you, hides with you, and risks their life just to keep you breathing.My father might have died, but his presence was still here, in the way we moved as one. In the way Tavin looked over his shoulder every ten seconds. In the way Mama clutched her shawl like it was a shield against the world.“We’re going to my mother’s pack,” my mother said, her voice distant, her eyes scanning the winding path ahead.She so

Alpha Lucien’s POV“You have to get them,” I commanded through clenched teeth, my voice hoarse but sharp.Pain throbbed through my ribs, the wound from the wolfsbane blade festering beneath layers of gauze. It had slowed my healing. I hated that weakness more than death itself. My pride, my strength, everything that made me Alpha, was being tested. But I didn’t care. Not now.“I must collect that baby,” I growled. “And kill the remaining stains of Beta Alvarick’s bloodline. Gracie. Her mother. Tavin. All of them must die.”Varo, my most loyal soldier, stood before me in silence, his hands behind his back. His face was unreadable, but I could smell the hesitation on him. He knew I was in no condition to lead the charge myself, and yet he didn’t dare suggest otherwise.“Are the hunters in position?” I asked.“Yes, Alpha. We’ve disguised our enforcers as rogue trackers. They intercepted the fugitives in the southern pine forest, just as you predicted. The family is in custody.”“Good.” I