All Chapters of 725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Stephanie's POV:Knock. Knock. Knock.I groaned, burying my face deeper into the soft, welcoming warmth of my pillow. It was the… Well, I'd honestly lost count of how many times someone had knocked on my door this morning. A heavy sigh escaped me, my body pleading for just a little more rest. Couldn’t they take a hint? Instead of dragging myself out of bed, I had been steadfastly ignoring the knocks, pulling my duvet over my head as if it could shield me from the world. But this time, something about the persistent rhythm made me reconsider.Reluctantly, I tossed the duvet aside, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and shuffled toward the door with the energy of a sloth. My feet dragged across the cold floor as I reached for the doorknob, my face already set in a frown. But as soon as I swung open the door, my scowl melted into a mix of confusion and surprise.Nicholas?“What are you doing here?” I blurted out, the words tumbling out before I could stop myself.He didn’t respond i

Stephanie’s POV:As we entered the dining room, the faint clinking of cutlery and soft murmurs filled the air. Everyone was already seated. Everyone except for Caden. His absence was glaring, the empty chair at the far end of the table standing out like a void. My heart sank slightly, but I masked it with a small smile as I took a seat.Tyler’s grin was the first thing to catch my attention. It was wide, almost too wide, and his eyes followed me like a hawk as I moved to the empty chair. His expression was unsettling. The last time I’d seen him, his mood had been far from cheerful. Now, he seemed as though he had just struck gold or perhaps won the lottery. What exactly was he so happy about?The dining table was an impressive spread, filled with platters of food that looked almost too perfect to eat. Roast meats, steaming vegetables, freshly baked bread. It was as if he were hosting a grand celebration. But for what? The atmosphere felt too forced. Every person sitting at the table a

Stephanie's POV:The urgency in my voice had been unmistakable when I instructed my driver to take me to the airport. He was driving as fast as he could, the car weaving through the narrow roads as though it carried a part of my soul.“That’s Alpha Caden’s car,” the driver announced suddenly, pointing toward a sleek black vehicle far ahead. Relief washed over me like a gentle tide. I could see it. I could still catch him. It wasn’t too late.“Please, drive faster,” I urged, my voice trembling with impatience. “Close the gap.”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, a trace of determination in his tone as he pressed harder on the accelerator. The distance between us and Caden’s car began to shrink, and I allowed myself a fleeting moment of hope.But fate had other plans.The car jolted violently, coming to a sudden, jarring halt. I was thrown forward in my seat, my heart hammering against my ribcage as panic set in.“What happened?” I demanded, turning toward the driver, who looked equally frazzled.

Aiden's POVWatching her run was fucking torture. Every muscle in her body screamed determination, but her eyes? Dead. Empty. Like she'd rather be anywhere but here with me. My wolf Zeke clawed at my insides, desperate to close the distance between us. The mate bond pulsed between us like a living thing, making my skin crawl with the need to touch her."Good pace," I managed, the words tasting like ash in my mouth as she finished her lap. Sweat made her skin glisten and my fingers itched to touch her. To grab her. To make her look at me like she used to look at Caden. The thought of my brother made my stomach turn. He got to leave, to escape this torture. I was stuck here, watching our mate shut down more every day."Next drill?" Her voice was cold enough to freeze hell."Take a minute—""I don't need rest." She cut me off, finally meeting my eyes with a look that said 'I hate you' clearer than words ever could. The bond between us screamed in protest at the hostility in her gaze.Fu

Tyler's POV:"Alpha, I will do it. I'm sorry," a maid hurried toward me in the kitchen, her head bowed low in apology."It's fine," I replied, my voice calm but resolute. "I want to do it myself."At my words, the maid hesitated for a moment before taking a step back, her unease evident.A small smile tugged at my lips as I poured hot water into the cup. The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air. My wolf stirred, satisfied, as if it too sensed the faint glimmer of hope that had been haunting my chest. Stephanie hadn't fought with me today not once. She didn’t argue, didn’t push me away. She was unusually quiet, giving me a rare and precious chance to care for her.My heart swelled at the thought. Maybe, just maybe, she was finally beginning to accept me again.After making the tea, I left the kitchen with a spring in my step, my mood lighter than it had been in days. I was actually… humming."Are you okay?" A familiar voice cut through my thoughts, startling me. I turned