725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Caden's POV:The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, like a storm cloud pregnant with unshed rain. It was the kind of silence that wasn’t empty, it was heavy with unspoken words, emotions too tangled to unravel in the moment. The weight of it pressed on my chest, making it hard to breathe, harder to think. I shifted uneasily, my fingers twitching at my sides. I knew it was time for me to leave. I rose to my feet, brushing imaginary dust off my jeans as I avoided looking directly at her. “I should head inside now,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “Caden, wait.” Her voice stopped me dead in my tracks, freezing me mid-step like a statue. Slowly, I turned to face her, my gaze drawn to hers as if pulled by an invisible thread I couldn’t resist. Her eyes, soft and luminous, met mine. “Thank you for this,” she said, her voice carrying a sincerity that tugged at something deep inside me. “Your presence, your words… they mean more than you realize. You mak

Stephanie's POV:Caden's words had comforted me, but a part of my heart still ached. His reaction when I tried to bring up the moment he left that day lingered in my mind, a shadow I couldn’t shake. It felt like a wound that refused to heal, no matter how much time had passed.I had wanted to tell him so much—things I had bottled up for far too long. I never rejected him because I didn’t like him. The truth was, I was caught off guard that day. It had been too much, too fast, especially with everything happening between Tyler and me. My world was already spinning out of control, and his confession had left me unable to breathe, to think.But he never let me explain. I had chased after him that day, desperate to catch up, to stop him from walking away. My heart had been in my throat the entire time. I wanted to tell him that I liked him back, that I wanted to say yes. But he had already disappeared, and now, he didn’t want to revisit the past. He had moved on, or so it seemed.The thou

Stephanie’s POV:I stood in front of the mirror a moment longer than necessary, studying my reflection like I might find something new if I stared hard enough. The girl looking back at me didn’t feel entirely like me, not today, at least.I was dressed in my training suit: a fitted charcoal-gray sports bra that hugged my torso snugly, paired with high-waisted black leggings that stretched like a second skin. The fabric was smooth and breathable, designed to move with me rather than against me. A thin zip-up jacket, left open, framed my shoulders. Even my sneakers, matte black with white soles, looked like they meant business.This wasn’t just another morning. It couldn’t be.I had decided to take my training more seriously, especially with the RDC re-duel drawing closer. The thought of it lingered at the back of my mind like a ticking clock I couldn’t silence. I couldn’t afford to lose this time around, not when so much depended on it.Winning wasn’t just about pride anymore.It was ab

Caden’s POV:Stephanie’s face refused to leave my head. It lingered there, sharp and uninvited—the look in her eyes, the way her expression had twisted with hurt. Just thinking about it made something restless stir inside me. My wolf wasn’t any calmer either; if anything, it was worse. Agitated. Protective. Angry.Why did it always have to be her?It felt like the world had decided she was the easiest target, like people kept testing how much she could take before she finally broke. And the worst part? She never let them see it. She carried it all quietly, like pain was just another thing she had learned to live with.It didn’t sit right with me. It never had.I dragged a hand through my hair and stepped outside, the cool air hitting my skin, but it did nothing to settle the unease coiling in my chest. My eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of her, any movement, any glimpse, but she was nowhere in sight.For a second, I just stood there, trying to think. Then I close

Tyler’s POV:Stephanie’s image refused to leave my head. No matter how far I walked or how hard I tried to focus on anything else, it stayed there—clear, sharp, and unrelenting. The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with nothing but anger, cut deeper than I expected. And her words… they echoed over and over again, like a punishment I couldn’t escape.She hadn’t looked hurt when she said them. That was the worst part. There had been no hesitation, no crack in her voice, no sign that she regretted any of it. She meant every single word, and that truth unsettled something deep inside me. It twisted through my chest, disrupting every emotion I thought I had under control.She wasn’t actually a virgin when I met her. She had said it so plainly, like it didn’t matter, like it was just another fact. And maybe it shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Not because of what it meant, but because of how she used it against me. She compared me to other men, and said that among all of them, I was