All Chapters of Claimed By My Stepbrother : Chapter 211 - Chapter 214

Ethan forced himself upright again and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.“I’m just getting started,” he rasped.His father moved again, faster this time but Ethan managed to duck under the sword, barely avoiding the blade by an inch, but he was too slow to fully escape. The sword cut across his back, tearing through skin. He stumbled forward, catching himself on his hands, gasping in pain.“No!” I cried.I ran to him, ignoring everything — fear, the danger, and especially common sense — and grabbed him before he hit the ground completely.He sagged against me, blood warm on my fingers.“Camila… stay back…” he wheezed.“Shut up,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Just— shut up.”Footsteps approached.Ethan’s father stood over us, sword catching the light, eyes flat and emotionless.I spread my arms instinctively, shielding Ethan with my body even though I was shaking so hard I could barely hold still.Ethan tried to pull me behind him, but he was too weak.His father

It was crazy how fast everything happened. One moment we were fighting for our lives. The next… we were standing in the ruins of victory and loss. My pack won. But my father died. I kept turning that contradiction over in my head, again and again, like a wound I couldn’t stop picking. The threat was gone. And still, somehow, it felt like we had lost more than any battlefield could ever take. People said winning felt good. No one ever warned me that victory could taste like blood. I didn’t even remember how I was taken inside. I think Ethan carried me, or maybe I walked. Maybe I collapsed and someone dragged me. The details blur every time I try to recall them. All I truly remember is the pain: the burning in my side, the pulsing in my head, the emptiness in my chest. When I woke up next, I was in a bed I didn’t recognize, wrapped in rough blankets, body heavy as stone. My throat was dry, swollen from crying. Every muscle screamed like it had been torn apart and stitched wrong