All Chapters of 725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Nicholas’s POV:The kind of pain I had felt last night, and especially this morning upon hearing that Stephanie had jumped into the River of Lilac, was a visceral, soul-tearing thing. In all my years of existence, through every battle and every loss, I haven't felt a fraction of that agony. It wasn't just a heartache; it was as if my very essence was being shredded by invisible claws, leaving me gasping for air that refused to fill my lungs.There was a prophecy about her, a dark shadow that had loomed over us since we first realized who she was. It whispered that she would be our doom, the catalyst for the destruction of the entire realm if we dared to claim her as our mate. For a long time, that fear had dictated my pulse. But now, staring out at the blurred landscape as we raced toward her, I wasn't so sure of that prophecy anymore.What could be a greater doom than this?What apocalypse could be more final than the hollow, echoing silence in my chest where her presence should be

Tyler's POV:I knelt beside her, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Her skin was deathly pale, slick with the icy water of the river. Without thinking, I placed my hands on the center of her chest, lacing my fingers together.I began to push. One, two, three—the rhythmic thud of my palms against her sternum was the only sound I could hear over the rushing of my own blood. I leaned over, pinched her nose, and covered her mouth with mine, breathing my own life into her lungs before returning to the compressions.“Stephanie!” I yelled, my voice cracking. “Wake up! Do you hear me? Open your eyes!”But she remained limp, a terrifyingly beautiful ghost. Just as I was about to deliver another breath, a shoulder collided with mine. I was shoved roughly to the side, my palms scraping against the dirt.Caden moved in with clinical precision. He didn't waste a second. He took over the compressions, his face a mask of grim determination. He counted under his breath, his mov

Aiden’s POV:The rhythmic thrum of the helicopter blades grew louder as we descended, the powerful rotation slicing through the air with a force that stirred everything beneath it. From above, the SIU University stadium looked like a massive bowl packed with students, their figures clustered in anticipation of the ongoing duel. As the helicopter dropped lower, the wind it generated swept across the field, kicking up dust, loose papers, and strands of hair into a chaotic dance.The landing wasn’t subtle.The skids touched the ground with a firm, controlled thud, but the impact still sent a slight jolt through the aircraft. The blades continued spinning aggressively, whipping the air around us into a frenzy. Nearby banners flapped wildly, and students closest to the field shielded their faces, some rising halfway from their seats to get a better look.It was impossible to ignore.We had everyone’s attention.The engine slowly began to power down, the deafening roar reducing to a low hum

Stephanie’s POV:The moment she lunged, everything else disappeared.The noise of the crowd faded into a distant blur, like it no longer belonged to this moment. My focus sharpened, narrowing down to just one thing—Akira.Her movement was fast.Faster than I remembered.She came straight at me, her steps light but powerful, her body leaning forward with precision as she closed the distance between us in seconds. There was no hesitation in her attack, no testing the waters.She was serious.Good.I shifted my weight just in time, stepping to the side as her fist cut through the air where my face had been a second ago. I felt the rush of wind from the force of it, close enough to remind me that if I had been even slightly slower, that would have connected.I didn’t give her time to recover.I pivoted, swinging my arm toward her side, aiming for her ribs. She blocked it instantly, her forearm meeting mine with a sharp impact that sent a slight sting through my skin.She didn’t waste a se

Stephanie’s POV:The sound of the crowd’s gasp hadn’t even faded when Akira hit the ground.For a split second, everything froze.Her body had landed hard, her balance completely thrown off from the kick. Dust rose slightly around her where she fell, and the impact echoed just enough to make the moment feel bigger than it was.But it didn’t last.Akira wasn’t someone who stayed down.She glared at me, her eyes blazing with something far more intense than before, anger. Not the controlled, composed irritation she had earlier, but something raw. Something personal.Slowly, she pushed herself up.I straightened too, my chest rising and falling a little faster now, but my stance steady. My muscles were beginning to feel the strain, the constant movement, the hits I had blocked, the ones I barely avoided.Still, I didn’t let it show.We circled each other again.But this time, it was different.The air between us had changed.“Nice kick,” she said, her voice tighter now.There was no calm