All Chapters of MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

BROOKSThe gown was suffocating.No, all the gowns were fucking suffocating. I have been paraded into silk, satin, lace, velvet, dress after dress, pin after pin, needle after needle. By now, I have lost count. Was this the hundredth? The thousandth? Each one felt heavier than the last, as though the fabric itself was binding me, swallowing me whole.“Stand straighter,” the royal designer snapped, his voice sharp as his pins. His hands tugged at the bodice like I was some lifeless mannequin. “You are not a peasant bride. You are meant to be regal. Meant to be divine. Stop slouching.”Divine. Regal. Bride. The words were chains.One of the apprentices brought a color and the designer shook his head.“No, no, no, this color won’t do, it makes you look washed out. Bring me the emerald!”My throat tightened. The air around me felt too thin, as if every breath I took was stolen. I glanced at my reflection, a stranger in another gown. Pale, tired eyes staring back at me, skin bruised by

ZADEWhen I got the message that something was wrong with Brooks, nothing else mattered.I didn’t even wait for details before I hopped into my car, telling Liora to cover for my absence at the lair so that my mum won’t be suspicious. When I reached the edge of the old ruins, the place we used for discreet meetings which was just a mile from the Romano pack house, Stephan and Heath were already there, waiting for me.“Where is she?” I demanded, breathless, heart hammering in my throat. “What happened to Brooks?”Heath’s eyes flashed, his shoulders squaring. But he said nothing, of course. Stephan, on the other hand, kept looking between me and Heath as if expecting a fight to break out.“She’s at the palace infirmary. Unconscious,” he finally responded to me. “She’s getting worse, and it’s beyond anything we can control.”“What do you mean ‘beyond control’?” I asked, trying to steady my breath. Stephan’s jaw tightened. “The royal physician said her powers are manifesting earlier tha

STEPHANThis was the night.I stood in the command center surrounded by screens that flickered with drone feeds and red digital lines marking troop positions. Voices filled my earpiece, updates, confirmations, requests, but they all blurred into one long hum in the back of my mind. My eyes stayed sharp, but my chest felt tight.I have never seen so many people ready to die in a single night.Heath was already at the frontlines, leading the main Romano force. His voice had come through the comms earlier, steady and confident, even though I could tell he was just as tense as I was. Zade was supposed to be marching with Lady Natasha’s army by now, pretending loyalty until it was time to strike.Around me, soldiers and aides moved with practiced precision, calling out readiness reports, fine-tuning the shields, syncing artillery drones. I nodded where I needed to, gave orders when I had to. But every few seconds, my eyes strayed toward the corner of the tent.Brooks sat there, wrapped

BROOKS“Zade…” My voice cracked.I caught him before he hit the ground, my knees slamming into the dirt. His blood was warm, spilling fast, coating my hands before I even realized what was happening.Lady Natasha stood frozen, the dagger still slick in her grasp, her eyes wide in disbelief. The reality hit her too late.She just killed her own son.“Zade,” I whispered again, shaking, pressing both palms over the wound in his chest. Blood kept seeping through my fingers, no matter how hard I pushed. “No, no, stay with me. You have to heal, please—”But he wasn’t healing.The light from the wound flickered darkly, black energy pulsing beneath his skin. My heart lurched. The dagger. It was enchanted. Whatever poison it carried was eating through him from the inside out.His breathing was shallow, broken. His eyes fluttered, unfocused, the blue in them fading into silver.“Why?” I whispered, my tears falling onto his cheek. “Why would you do that?”He smiled faintly, the corners of his li