All Chapters of Claimed By My Stepbrother : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

My chest tightened. I hated that silence more than I hated noise because silence meant ‘waiting’, and waiting meant ‘something’ was coming.I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and sighed. Maybe it wasn’t a fight, maybe it was just… I don’t know, a heated discussion? But I’d seen the tension in his shoulders that told me he wasn’t expecting a friendly chat.Then it happened.The first sound wasn’t even loud — just a rumble that made the floor beneath my feet tremble slightly, like the walls had taken a deep breath. Then came the explosion.It was deafening.A flash of light cut through the edges of the window, and a blast of heat rolled in right after it, rattling the panes so hard I thought they might shatter. My heart stopped — literally stopped — before slamming back into rhythm, faster, and harder.“Oh my God,” I whispered, stumbling backward.Smoke. I could see it from the window now. Thick, dark, rising in the distance like a storm cloud. And then came the screams — no

I raised it high, but she caught it midair, her fingers wrapping around my wrist with bone-crushing strength. The shard trembled between us, catching the light. For a second, all I could hear was our breathing — ragged, harsh, wild — echoing through the burning silence of the room.Then she grinned.And twisted my wrist, the glass slipped from my hand, slicing my palm open.Pain shot up my arm so hard I almost dropped the glass. She took that second to flip us over, her body slamming down on mine, knocking the air clean out of my lungs. My back hit the floor again, and the shard slipped from my hand, skidding across the wood.“Got you now,” she hissed, her face inches from mine. “Let’s see how long your little human lungs last.”Her hand clamped around my throat before I could react, and I gasped, clawing at her arm. Her nails dug into my skin again, reopening the wounds she’d already made. My vision blurred at the edges, darkening. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears — thump, thump

I hit the floor hard, and the pain exploded through me. The wound wouldn’t stop bleeding even as I pressed a trembling hand on the wound, it just kept spilling out. The girl crouched in front of me, her shadow long across the floor. “Sovra,” she said, watching my confusion. “It prevents healing. Coated it on the blade.” Her lips curved in a cold little smile. “Not like you’d know about that.” She glanced at Maria’s body like it was trash on the floor. “You must be strong to have killed her.” My heart hammered as I glared at her. She tilted her head. “I brought that stuff because I heard an Alpha’s mate heals fast, but I didn’t think I’d need it. Most people said you were pure human.” Her eyes narrowed, amused. “Who would’ve thought you were a hybrid? Born from an Alpha no less.” She straightened up, spinning the blade in her hand. “Anyway, I’ll have to kill you now.” The moment she moved, I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain ripping through me. She swung first — a clean slash

I stood there, breathing hard, my hand on the doorframe. My side was screaming in pain, my head pounding, but the thought of Ethan somewhere out there — still fighting — drowned everything else out. “He’s my mate,” I said quietly. She froze. “I can feel it,” I went on, my throat tight. “Every heartbeat, every pull. I can’t just stay here while he’s probably out there bleeding. I’d rather die with him than sit here doing nothing.” Her lips trembled, but she didn’t speak. For a second, I thought she might understand. But then she shook her head violently, tears spilling faster. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” she whispered. “You’re not thinking straight.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” Her hands shook as she grabbed my arm again. “Camila, please. You’re all I have left.” The words hit harder than I wanted them to. I looked at her — really looked. Her face, her eyes, the fear there. She wasn’t just angry; she was terrified. Terrified of losing me again. I softened a litt

Ethan…And then, just as I thought all hope was gone, I heard it.A low, feral growl, deep and resonant. My ears picked it up through the chaos, but it was different.I froze.There was movement from a distance. The men surrounding Ethan paused for just a fraction of a second, sensing it too.And then I saw him.My father.He appeared through the smoke, claws flashing as he leapt into the fray, his claws slicing through the air. The men were thrown aside like ragdolls. One tried to lunge at him, and with a flick of his wrist, my father’s claws tore through the man’s chest. My heart raced.Ethan’s head snapped up as he saw my father enter the scene. An expression of relief crossed his bloodied, exhausted face. For the first time in what felt like hours, I saw him pause, even just slightly, catching his breath as he watched my father dismantle the attackers.I couldn’t hold it anymore. I ran.I stumbled over a body, my side burning with every step, my vision swimming, but I didn’t ca