725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Stephanie’s POV:The air was thick with the stench of blood and the acrid tang of fear. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped the gun tighter, my palms slick with sweat. The sounds of the battle were fading now, snarls and growls giving way to the heavy thud of falling bodies. The rogues were dropping one by one, their feral energy no match for the relentless fight we had brought to them.But it wasn’t over yet.A scream pierced the chaos, sharp and high-pitched, freezing the blood in my veins. I turned sharply, my eyes scanning the battlefield. That’s when I saw them: three children, barely old enough to run, cornered by a rogue in its wolf form. Its hulking body loomed over them, saliva dripping from its bared fangs as it growled low and menacing. The children were pressed against the wall of a crumbling building, trembling, their wide eyes filled with terror.“No!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the din of the fight. My legs moved before my mind could catch up, carrying me

Stephanie's POV:I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. The familiar scent of lavender and vanilla wrapped around me like a warm hug, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief. My bed, soft and inviting, seemed to call my name. Dropping onto it with a soft thud, I realized just how much I’d missed its comfort. The past few days had been exhausting, and this was exactly what I needed.For a while, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. My mind drifted aimlessly, replaying snippets of the day. The quiet, however, didn’t last long. Restlessness soon crept in, and I found myself pacing the room. To shake off the tension, I headed to the bathroom.The warm water from the shower cascaded over me, washing away the fatigue clinging to my skin. I lingered longer than usual, letting the steam fill the air and soothe my tired muscles. Wrapping myself in a soft towel, I stepped out, feeling refreshed. Once dressed in a simple nightgown, I grabbed a book from the bedside table

Tyler's POV:I struggled fiercely to free myself from Aiden’s iron grip, but his hold on me was unrelenting. It was as though he had summoned some inner beast to overpower me, and I felt helpless under his strength.The punches came hard and fast, one after the other, giving me no time to shield myself or even comprehend what was happening. I tried to speak, to ask what on earth was going on, but another punch landed squarely on my mouth, cutting me off. Pain radiated through my lips as I felt the skin split open, and the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of his rage. What had I done to deserve this? Just then, my wolf stirred in my mind, howling fiercely, its frustration and anger mirroring my own. It clawed at my consciousness, demanding to take control. My vision blurred for a moment before turning red. With one primal surge of energy, I pushed Aiden off me with all my might. The sheer force sent him flying across the room, and he

Nicholas’s POV:Looking down at Tyler lying unconscious on the floor, blood smeared across his face and body, I felt a storm of emotions that I couldn’t even name. Anger? Betrayal? Disappointment? It all swirled together into something dark and unrelenting, but one thing I didn’t feel was pity. He had this coming—every bruise, every drop of blood. Still, I couldn’t let the momentary satisfaction cloud my judgment. As much as I wanted to leave him here and let him suffer, I couldn’t forget the bigger picture. If word got out that we were fighting amongst ourselves, it would send the wrong message, not just to the pack, but to every potential enemy lurking in the shadows. The unity of the pack was our foundation, our strength. If anyone thought that foundation was cracking, it would only invite chaos. I couldn’t risk that.Taking him to the infirmary wasn’t an option. Too many eyes, too many questions. So, I did the only thing that made sense. Gritting my teeth, I leaned down and hois

Stephanie's POV: I absentmindedly circled my pen over the page of my notebook, the ink bleeding into the paper in uneven spirals. My head was eerily quiet, yet the silence wasn’t comforting. The only noise was the relentless stream of thoughts swirling in my mind. They weren’t chaotic, but they were persistent, like a low hum that refused to fade. After getting the answer from them earlier this morning, I had expected relief to wash over me, but it didn’t. Instead, I felt a strange, hollow ache in my chest. It hurt more than I wanted to admit. A part of me had secretly hoped that I was their mate, that it would all be true. But the other part, the part that had spent years guarding itself against rejection wished for the opposite. Maybe it was easier not to know, easier not to feel. But now? Now, I just felt… lost. “Stephanie Salvador!”   The sharp voice