725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Nicholas's POV:We moved quickly but cautiously, the stiff uniforms we’d stolen doing little to mask the tension that radiated off us. Each step we took felt heavier than the last, the weight of the situation pressing down on my shoulders.The corridors seemed endless, the flickering fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the cold, gray walls. My senses were on high alert, my ears straining to catch even the faintest sound of pursuit. Caden was right behind me, his breathing steady but sharp with focus. Neither of us spoke. Talking would only increase the risk of discovery, and we both knew we had to stay sharp. Every second counted. Every step brought us closer to freedom or to disaster.Finally, we reached the gate. The massive, steel-reinforced structure loomed ahead of us, an imposing barrier that separated us from the outside world. My heart was pounding now, each beat loud in my ears. This was it. The final hurdle. Once we passed this gate, we would be free.We stepped for

Alex’s POV:The morning air was crisp as I made my way back through the forest. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting soft golden light over the dense foliage.The forest was alive with its usual symphony—the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the occasional scurry of small animals. My breath came out in even puffs, visible in the cool air as I jogged down the paths. The night had been long, the run through the woods invigorating but exhausting. My muscles ached. Running always cleared my head, allowed me to shake off the weight of whatever burdens plagued me. But this morning felt different—uneasy. There was a strange stillness to the forest, a tension that tugged at the edges of my senses. I slowed my pace as I neared the cave, my ears pricking at the faintest sound. The cave wasn’t far now.But just as I crested the small hill that marked the entrance to the cave, a sound stopped me dead in my tracks.A howl. Deep, resonant, and familiar. The sound cut through

Stephanie’s POV:The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays filtering through the canopy of trees surrounding the open field. A warm breeze swept across the field, carrying with it the faint scent of wildflowers and damp earth. It should have been the kind of day to bring peace, but instead, it only added to the chaos warring inside me.I stood in front of the wooden punching bag, the crude, weathered statue that had become my sole outlet. My fists were already raw and bruised, but I couldn’t stop. With every punch, I poured out the frustration, the guilt, and the pain that threatened to drown me.Thud. Thud. Thud. My knuckles collided with the unforgiving surface, each strike sending a jolt of pain up my arms. I clenched my teeth, ignoring the sting, and threw another punch. And another. Until finally, I miscalculated, a single slip in form and pain erupted in my hand. I stumbled back, clutching my fist and groaning in frustration. “Dammit!” I hissed under my breath, sha

Nicholas’s POV:“They call themselves the Jargons,” I said, my voice heavy with the weight of the revelation. The silence that followed was deafening. The room was so quiet that even the faintest sound, a pin dropping or a breath being held, would have echoed like thunder. Everyone’s eyes were on me, their expressions a mixture of confusion and unease.“That name doesn’t ring a bell,” Aiden finally broke the silence, his voice carrying a sharp edge of frustration. He leaned forward, his knuckles pressing hard against the table. “What are we supposed to do with that name? We need something more concrete, Nicholas. Is that the only thing you know about them?”I nodded, though I hated the helplessness that accompanied my response. “That’s all I know,” I admitted. “Caden was there longer than I was. He’s the one who told me about them in the first place.”All eyes shifted to Caden, who sat in the corner of the room, his shoulders slumped and his face pale. His time as their captive had c

Stephanie's POV:The air felt so suffocating, as though an invisible force was wrapping itself around my chest, squeezing tighter and tighter. I tried to take a deep breath, but it felt like I was inhaling shards of glass.My lungs burned from the effort, and for a moment, I thought I might choke and pass out. The walls of the room seemed to close in around me, the voices of those inside muffled and distant.I needed to get out. I needed space. I needed air.“Steph,” I heard Nicholas’s voice call out, though it sounded far away. “You don’t have to listen to her. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”My gaze drifted toward him, and for a fleeting second, I wanted to believe him. But the look on his face betrayed his words. His lips were forming reassurances, but his eyes, they said something entirely different. His eyes said he knew. He knew that everything Seraphina had just said was true. They all did. They just didn’t want to admit it because of me.“She’s right,” I muttered, my voi