All Chapters of 725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Stephanie's POV:The drive to school was smooth. Nicholas had assigned a driver to me, which was a relief. Anything was better than sitting in the same car with Aiden and enduring his cold, judgmental stares. The tension between us had been unbearable lately, and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it today. As soon as the car pulled into the school parking lot, I stepped out, clutching my bag tightly. Almost immediately, I felt the weight of countless eyes on me. Whispers rippled through the air as students turned to stare, their curiosity burning into my skin like the midday sun. I knew why they were looking. My recent encounter with Akira had turned me into some kind of spectacle. The girl who dared to challenge her. The one who didn’t know her place. I kept my head high and walked purposefully toward my lecture hall, ignoring the murmurs and side glances. When I entered the lecture hall, I immediately noticed Lucy's absence. Her seat was empty, and a pang of unease settled in

Stephanie's POV:If I signed this and lost, I’d be agreeing to a school year of humiliation. Every ounce of respect I’d have would vanish, leaving me as nothing more than Akira’s toy. But if I refused, would I lose my place in this world altogether? Would the whispers of weakness haunt me forever?The pen felt heavier in my hand than it should have, as if the weight of the world’s judgment bore down on my trembling fingers. I hovered over the dotted line, my heart pounding like a war drum. Around me, the crowd leaned in, their whispers merging into an overwhelming hum that buzzed in my ears.Akira stood across from me, her smirk razor-sharp, her eyes gleaming with unrestrained triumph. She looked as though she’d already won. Aiden lingered at the back of the room, his expression unreadable, his gaze fixed on me. Was he silently urging me to sign—or walk away? I couldn’t tell, and his silence offered no comfort.My stomach churned violently. Every instinct screamed at me to throw the p

Stephanie's POV:With some directions from passersby, I finally pulled up in front of the most talked-about club in town. “De Den’s Club. Here I am,” I muttered to myself with a small, nervous smile. I turned off the car engine and stepped out, feeling the cool night air brush against my skin. The club’s neon sign flickered above me, casting a glow that made the place seem alive. The air itself buzzed with energy, the faint vibrations of music seeping through the walls. I joined the long line of people waiting to get in, their excitement palpable. The chatter, the laughter, the occasional sound of heels clicking against the pavement—it all made me feel like I was stepping into another world. Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, only for the security guard at the entrance to block my path. “Where’s your pass?” he asked, his tone rough and indifferent. My brows furrowed in confusion. “What pass?” “You need a pass to get in,” he stated flatly, his expression unreadable.

Nicholas's POV:The soft crackle of the fire in the study was the only sound in the room as I leaned back in my chair, pressing my fingers to my temples. The weight of the day was beginning to seep into my bones, but my mind refused to slow down. My thoughts scattered between border patrol reports and preparations for the upcoming summit, an uneasy tension simmering just beneath the surface. I let out a sigh, the kind that came from deep within, laced with exhaustion and frustration. The flickering firelight cast long, shifting shadows across the room, but even its warmth couldn’t ease the chill creeping into my chest.A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts.“Come in,” I said, my voice steady despite the lingering weariness.The door creaked open, and James stepped inside. His face was pale, his jaw tight, and his movements were rigid with tension. He looked… troubled. James wasn’t one to interrupt unless it was important, and the urgency in his stance immediately put

Aiden's POV:I froze. My breath caught somewhere between my lungs and throat, like a bird trapped in a cage. The weight of my words hung in the air, suffocating and irreversible. Every syllable, every accusation, every ounce of venom I had hurled had found its target, and that target was still standing. Stephanie had heard everything. Every. Single. Word. The room felt like it was shrinking around me, the air thick and oppressive, as though it had been tainted by my mistake. My wolf, Zeke, stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, growling low—a warning, a reprimand. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not with her standing there. She stepped down the staircase slowly, her hand gripping the glass in her hand with a steadiness that unnerved me. The soft creak of the wooden stairs was the only sound in the room.And yet, her face… it betrayed nothing. No anger. No sadness. Not even a flicker of the humiliation I had expected to see. She wasn’t yelling, wasn’t crying, wasn’t storming out o