Semua Bab MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS: Bab 91 - Bab 100

BROOKSThe ropes bit into my wrists, rough enough to sting, reminding me of my earlier escape attempt. This time, I wasn’t so lucky. Guards flanked the shadows of the room, their gazes sharp, their weapons gleaming faintly. And Ashar…Ashar sat across from me, legs crossed with the easy arrogance of a man who thought the world already belonged to him. His smile was lazy, taunting, as if he was enjoying the sight of me trapped in this chair.I lifted my chin. “What the fuck do you want?” My voice was hoarse but steady. “Why are you doing this?” “Because, Brooks…” He tilted his head, eyes glinting like sharpened steel. “You’ve been mine long before you even realized it.”A chill ran through me.“What the hell does that even mean?” I bit back. “I’ve been watching you,” he continued, voice smooth, patient, terrifyingly calm. “Ever since you became a Romano. Every step, every laugh. You think you’ve been low key, but no. I’ve studied you. Waited for this.”My pulse thundered. “You’re

BROOKSI woke up to my head banging, and the sharp light that hit my eyes when I attempted to open it was not helping. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache, my head pounding like someone was still slamming it against a wall. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then the memories hit in jagged shards.Ashar’s hand dragging me across the ground.The deafening roar of the helicopter blades.The sting of his slap across my face.My own scream…no, not a scream. A howl.That sound still vibrated in my chest, as though it had never left. Wild. Unfamiliar. Mine.I shifted, groaned, and movement caught my attention. Heath sat in the chair beside the bed, elbows braced on his knees, shirt ripped and smeared with dried blood. His knuckles were raw, skin split, but his eyes, those burning, relentless eyes, were fixed on me like I was the only thing that existed in this sterile little room.“Heath…” My voice cracked.He was on his feet instantly, towering over me, his

BROOKSThe Pack House was steeped in silence after the airfield. Not the peaceful kind. This one was heavy, suffocating. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it all over again; the helicopter’s blades cutting through the night, Ashar’s hand clamped around me, the sting of his slap, the chaos of the fight. But more than all of that, I heard it. That sound. The howl that had torn out of me, raw and powerful, vibrating through my bones as if it didn’t belong to me at all.Ashar’s voice threaded through the memory too, taunting, whispering about what I was. About what I could be. I pressed my hands into my face, as if I could shove it all away. I couldn’t.So I gave up on sleep and went for a walk.I got to the garden, watching the flowers move in the breeze. The air was sharp and clean, cool enough to cut through the heat still trapped in my chest.I turned the corner, and stopped.He was there.Zade.Leaning back against the garden’s stone wall, shoulders slightly

BROOKSThe woods were alive with whispers. Torches burned in a perfect circle. The crescent moon sat in the sky, casting everything in a pale, otherworldly glow.Everyone was gathered; The Alpha, my mum, Zade and Heat, and the White Garden pack as well as dignitaries from both sides, all cloaked and robed in ceremonial silks dyed in their house colors. My mother adjusted my robe three times before we even stepped foot into the clearing. I’d told her I didn’t want to be here, but of course, that wasn’t enough.“You need to learn,” she scolded, her sharp nails pinching my wrist as she whispered in my ear. “One day, when you get a rich prince from another pack, you’ll be the one standing in that circle. Not moping in the shadows.”I stood now at her side, trying to shrink into the fabric of my hood, while the energy of the woods pulsed like a second heartbeat.Across the circle, Zade leaned against a carved totem, his robe slightly undone at the collar, eyes half-lidded with boredom. W

BROOKSDays had passed since the ritual, but the bond wouldn’t loosen its grip. It clung to me like chains beneath the skin, every thought, every breath, every goddamn heartbeat laced with the pull toward Stephan.It irritated me to my bones because I wanted none of it. Rejecting him didn’t break the mate bond. Not really. Not until he accepted it. And of course, he wouldn’t.He had this sick notion that I belonged to him.So I avoided him. I ducked around corners when I caught his scent. Ignored his calls. Stopped showing up at work. Because every time I so much as caught his shadow, the bond flared like fire under my skin, trying to drag me toward him.But tonight, when I thought I was safe, when I thought I could breathe for a moment, I was yanked into a dark room without warning. My body slammed against a wall, and I gasped, twisting, ready to fight because I thought it was him. Until I saw him.Heath.I froze. It hit me then that I haven’t seen him since that night in the wo