725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Aiden's POV:The cool night air rushed past me as I sprinted through the woods in my wolf form. My paws pounded against the soft earth, the rhythmic thud blending with the symphony of the forest. The moon hung high above, its silvery glow spilling through the canopy of trees, illuminating my path. The scent of pine and damp soil filled my nostrils, grounding me in this moment of sheer freedom.I felt alive, unburdened by the weight of my responsibilities and the chaos that seemed to follow me. Out here, under the endless sky, I was just Zeke, a wolf reveling in the primal joy of the night.I leaped over fallen branches and weaved through trees, my muscles stretching and contracting with each movement. The forest was my sanctuary, and tonight, it felt like it was welcoming me home.The wind carried with it the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. I tilted my head back, letting out a triumphant howl that echoed through the woods. It was a sound of release, of gratitude for t

Caden’s POV:I found myself lying face down in an endless white void, the ground beneath me cold and unfamiliar. My head throbbed, my body heavy, and the silence was deafening. As I glanced ahead, I saw my wolf. It was lying motionless, its eyes closed. The once vibrant connection we shared, the bond that allowed me to feel its strength and pain was gone. I could no longer sense its energy or emotions. It was fading, slipping away like grains of sand through my fingers.Panic surged through me as I attempted to crawl closer, desperate to reach it. But the moment I tried to move, a piercing pain shot through my body, immobilizing me. I couldn’t even lift a finger. I was trapped, helpless, drowning in agony.“Caden!” The sound of a voice pierced through the void, startling me. It was familiar—achingly familiar. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be? I shook my head, dismissing the thought. There was no way. I must be imagining things. The drugs they’d been injecting into me during my

Alex’s POV:It had been four grueling days since we left the safety of our home. My brothers and I had embarked on this journey with one goal: to find Nicholas.Every second that passed without a clue about his whereabouts felt like a stab to the heart. Stephanie had begged to come with us, her eyes pleading with a desperation that was hard to ignore. But we couldn’t afford to bring her. Instead, we left her behind with strict instructions to focus on her training. A part of me hated leaving her out of this, but the stakes were too high to risk her safety. Four days of searching, and what did we have to show for it? Nothing but frustration and dead ends. We had scoured two witches’ villages already, searching every corner, questioning everyone we could, but it was as if Nicholas had vanished into thin air. Still, giving up wasn’t an option. Not for me. Not for any of us. Nicholas wasn’t just a part of our pack but our blood brother, and we would tear the world apart to bring him b

Aiden’s POV:The forest stretched endlessly before us, cloaked in shadows that seemed to shift and pulse with the growing weight of our mission.My brother was out there, somewhere, and every second we wasted felt like another nail in the coffin of our hope. The witches’ village had been a dead end—almost. Almost, because Seraphina had managed to wring a lead from the elder witch, a faint thread that we were now clinging to like it was the only thing holding us together. We were chasing down a witch who, according to Seraphina, dealt in “unconventional magic.” Whatever that was supposed to mean. I hated relying on magic. It was unpredictable, slippery, always coming with a cost. But what choice did we have? Ahead of me, Alex moved like a man possessed, his strides long and purposeful as he cut through the underbrush. His anger was palpable, it radiated off him in waves, sharp and biting like a winter wind. He hadn’t said much since we left the witches’ village, but his silence

Nicholas's POV:The sound of approaching footsteps echoed in the corridor outside. My heightened senses picked up the faint jingle of keys, followed by the metallic clink of a lock being turned. The harsh creak of the heavy metal door broke the silence, accompanied by the slow scrape of its opening. The faint scent of antiseptic wafted in, sharp and bitter. Then came the footsteps, measured, cautious, and drawing closer with every second. I knew what was coming. They’d been injecting me with some kind of sedative every day, keeping me weak, keeping me caged, but today had to be different. I had a plan, though it was risky and required precise control. They wouldn’t expect it, I would fake being dead. Being an Alpha gave me abilities beyond human comprehension. My control over my body, even my heartbeat, was exceptional. Slowing it down to the point where it was nearly undetectable was something I had learned over years of practice, though I’d never had to push it to this extreme b