725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Stephanie's POV :“Drrnnnng!” The shrill sound of my alarm yanked me out of my restless sleep. Groaning, I forced myself to open my eyes, my body protesting every movement. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom, my bare feet cold against the floor. As I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection stared back at me: A tired face with dark circles etched under my eyes. I sighed, running a hand over my bald head. Sleep had eluded me last night, and the memories of what happened replayed relentlessly in my mind. I turned on the shower, and the cold water hit my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Droplets ran down my scalp and over my shoulders, but the icy sensation did nothing to distract me from the thoughts swirling in my head. Images of Tyler from yesterday flashed in my mind. The anger in his red eyes, the overwhelming force in his voice, the way he lunged at me… and the sparks. Those sparks from his touch were still fresh, tingling against my skin as if

Stephanie’s POV:“We chose you as our mate,” Alas said, his voice calm yet firm. “Thought we told you.” “Mates do anything for their mate,” Aasher chimed in, his tone almost playful. I blinked at them, trying to process their words. “But… Why me?” I asked. “There are so many girls in this realm, even before I came here. Why would you choose me? It doesn’t make sense.” I paused, my gaze shifting between the three of them. “It feels like… like you targeted me for some reason, and it makes me uncomfortable. It’s like you have an ulterior motive.” Ares let out a laugh that caught me off guard, and within seconds, his brothers joined in. Their laughter echoed around me, filling the air with a lightness that contrasted sharply with the confusion and frustration bubbling inside me. My brows furrowed deeply. “What’s so funny?” I asked, my voice sharp. Ares didn’t answer, but Alas stepped forward, his gray eyes twinkling with amusement. “Have you ever looked in the mirror, Stephani

Stephanie's POV:When I arrived home, the sight of Nicholas and Alex caught my eye. They were outside near the car, packing supplies with quiet efficiency.Nicholas’s expression was relaxed, even cheerful, while Alex, in stark contrast, moved with cold detachment. His face was a mask of indifference as he worked.I greeted them with a soft “hello” as I passed, but Alex didn’t so much as glance in my direction. Nicholas, however, acknowledged me with a warm nod before returning his attention to the supplies.I headed to my room, the familiar air of solitude wrapping around me as I closed the door behind me. I pulled out my travel bag and began packing for the camping trip.I folded a few warm sweaters and placed them neatly at the bottom of the bag, followed by a couple of pairs of jeans, socks, and sturdy hiking boots.When I emerged from my room with my bag slung over my shoulder, I stopped abruptly in the living room. Tyler was there, his tall frame leaning against the wall as he fi

Alex’s POV: The laughter from the night before still echoed in my chest as the first light of dawn crept through the tangled canopy of the forest. I wasn’t one to laugh, not like that. Not in years. But the image of Stephanie, frozen in terror and using Aiden as a shield against a scruffy, half-tailed possum, refused to leave my mind. I sat near the dying embers of the fire, watching the smoke curl lazily into the crisp morning air. My ribs ached faintly from laughing so hard, and for a moment, I allowed myself to feel the rare lightness that had settled over me. It wasn’t often I let my guard down, especially in front of the others. But last night, something about the absurdity of it all had cracked through my usual restraint. I glanced over at Stephanie's sleeping form, bundled tightly in her sleeping bag, her face barely visible beneath the fabric. She had stormed off to bed in embarrassment, but I’d seen the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips before she’d hidden away. She

Alex’s POV:The cold forest air bit at my skin as I moved silently through the trees, the silver sword in my hand gleaming faintly in the moonlight. The howls had started minutes ago, distant but unmistakable, and I knew what they meant. The rogues were closing in on the village. Every muscle in my body was tense as I scanned the shadows, my senses sharp and focused. I had left the camp without hesitation. There was no time to waste waiting for the others. If the rogues breached the village, there would be nothing left but blood and ash.The forest was unnervingly quiet except for the soft crunch of leaves beneath my boots. Then I heard a low growl, guttural and close. My grip on the sword tightened. They were here.A shadow moved to my left, fast and predatory. I turned just in time to see the wolf leap toward me, its massive claws outstretched, aiming for my throat. I swung the sword in a clean arc, the blade catching the creature mid-air. The strike was swift and brutal, the silv