All Chapters of 725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Stephanie’s POV:I’ve had it with Tyler. His claws dug into his palms, and I could see thin rivulets of blood dripping onto the polished wooden floor. He was visibly angry, his body trembling with restrained fury. But I didn’t care. He had no right to interfere in my life like this. No right at all. “What do you want?” he asked impatiently, his deep voice cutting through the tense silence. His eyes, glowing an unnatural red, bore into mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them. “I don’t want Caden fighting his brothers because of me,” I said bluntly, holding his gaze. “So?” His tone was sharp, almost dismissive, as though my words were nothing more than a minor inconvenience to him. “I want you to revoke your decision and let us be,” I demanded, my voice steady despite the rapid thudding of my heart. “Let you... be?” He squinted, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Yes,” I replied firmly. “I want us to be invincible to you. It would be better if you learned to mind you

Alex’s POV: I ran through the woods in my wolf form, my paws pounding against the forest floor. The cool night air brushed against my fur, and Zeke, my wolf, tilted his head, gazing up at the sky. The moon had already dipped below the horizon, its light replaced by the faint hues of dawn creeping in as the sun began its slow ascent. Reluctantly, I shifted back to my human form, feeling the weight of the world return to my shoulders as the fur receded and my bare feet touched the damp earth. The mansion was quiet when I returned. The stillness was almost oppressive, amplifying the storm inside my head. I climbed the stairs to my room, shutting the door behind me as though it could block out the chaos. After grabbing some clothes, I headed into the bathroom for a shower, hoping the water would wash away the tension coiled in my body. As the warm water cascaded over me, my thoughts began to spiral, memories flashing like a broken reel. Everything that had happened so far played on

Stephanie's POV:I walked beside Alex, the silence between us thick and suffocating. The awkwardness was almost unbearable, especially after what had happened, after the incident where I had stupidly snooped into his room.The memory of his icy glare still lingered in my mind, making it hard to even meet his gaze now. He was so cold, so distant, and I couldn’t begin to guess what was going on in his head. The path we took led us away from the pack buildings, deeper into the woods that bordered the far end of the compound. With each step, my curiosity grew, but I didn’t dare ask where he was taking me. Not with the way he carried himself, radiating a coldness that felt like a barrier I couldn’t cross. The air grew cooler as the forest thickened, the canopy above filtering out most of the sunlight. After what felt like an eternity of walking, Alex finally stopped in front of a massive tree. I watched as he crouched down. My gaze followed his hands to the ground, where I noticed an ir

Stephanie's POV:My shoulders sagged as I stared at the target board. I missed. I didn’t even graze the edge of the target. A pang of frustration gnawed at me, but before I could dwell on it, Alex’s voice cut through my thoughts. “You just started,” he said, his tone steady and calm. I turned to see him walking toward me, his usual air of confidence wrapped around him like armor. “You’ve still got a lot to learn,” he added, the corner of his lips tugging upward slightly in a reassuring smile. I sighed, the weight of the gun in my hands feeling heavier than it should. “Yeah, no kidding,” I muttered, glancing at the weapon as if it were the problem and not me. Alex chuckled softly. “Alright, let’s take it from the top. I’ll teach you.” Alex stepped closer, his presence steady and grounding. He gently reached for the gun in my hands, his fingers brushing mine briefly. His touch, firm but not overbearing, made me look up at him. He was patient, I realized, and oddly enough,

Stephanie's POV:We were at the top of the mountain, the place he said was his favorite spot. It was the first place he had taken me when he showed me around Moonsdale back then. The memory was still vivid, but this time, the sight before me was even more breathtaking. The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting a soft glow over the landscape. Moonsdale stretched below us, a sleepy town bathed in a sea of moonlight. The view was enchanting, but what truly stole my breath were the decorations he had prepared for this moment.The clearing was transformed into something out of a dream. Twinkling fairy lights were strung delicately between the trees, their warm glow resembling the stars above. A soft path of rose petals, crimson and velvety, led to the center of the clearing. There, a small table stood, adorned with a pristine white cloth and a single candle flickering steadily in the night breeze.Around the edges of the clearing, lanterns hung from low branches, their lig