BETRAYED BY MY MATE CLAIMED BY HIS STEPBROTHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ARIELLA DAVENPORT…..The night after the gathering, I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zach’s wolf again, those glowing, merciless eyes, the strength that had shaken the hall, the way he’d thrown me into the wall without hesitation.And then the way he’d softened. For me.It wasn’t fear that kept me awake. It was determination.If he truly was the most powerful Alpha this pack had ever seen, then we couldn’t leave his wolf shackled in chains of fear and shame. We had to face it. Control it. Own it.I’d made up my mind that we will control his wolf and benefit from it. It's been a high time Zach had kept his demon wolf shackled. Now it's time to free it.As I couldn't sleep all night I got out of bed early and went to the library to look for books related to Demon Wolf. When I reached there I found Elder Kael there too. He was also searching for books too. He got started in my presence but when he saw me he relaxed.“Good morning, Luna Ariella.” He greeted me with a sm

KNOX DAVENPORT…. “Brother, you haven't visited me once since I moved into Green Jade Pack. You don't love me at all. Do you have any idea what I’ve been through here?” Ariella complained over the phone in rage. “I'm sorry, princess. I'm busy with work. And I know my Ariella is strong enough to handle things on her own that's why I don't worry about you much. And you have Zach. When you have him, why should I worry about you? He will burn down the world for you. And I know that.” I could practically imagine that she just rolled her eyes at my words but smiled at the end. “Still, I want my brother to visit me. To show them that I'm not alone. I have the whole Davenport Family to support me.” She boasted. “Not only the Davenport family, Ivanov family, West Family, and Romano family. You have all of their support. Don't worry, we all will come and visit you and show your enemy that if they think you are alone, having no backup then they are fucking wrong.” I said. “Thank you, brother

ZACH WINCHESTER…..The morning air smelled like wet earth and metal. My grandmother had arranged the training ring before dawn, a wide circle of packed soil, targets set, ropes and dummies hanging from the trees. She moved with the quiet authority of someone who’d faced storms and come back smarter for it. Ariella stood at my side, eyes bright and steady, like she’d always been where she belonged.“Control is rhythm,” Axel said in my head, calm as tide. His voice thrummed against my bones. “Breathe with me. Move with me. Don’t lead; follow the beat.”I closed my eyes and let him set the pace. Inhale, two counts; exhale, two counts. Feel the center. The first drills were small: step, feint, withdraw. My hands, paws, claws, whatever name fit in the moment slid into motion without the panic that used to spike my veins. Axel guided me through distances, told me when to plant my weight, when to push, when to fold like a blade tucking into a sheath.“Now add intent,” my grandmother calle

NATALIA DE LUCA…..I smiled to myself as I stepped out of the boutique, the warm evening air brushing against my cheeks. Perfect timing. Perfect location. Knox didn’t need to know I had orchestrated this moment down to the last second. All he had to believe was that it was a chance.And Knox… well, Knox never missed an opportunity when it came to a woman. He would see me, think it was fate, and walk right into my little trap.I spotted him immediately, leaning casually against the corner of the café across the street. His posture screamed confidence, but his eyes… I caught that flicker of curiosity, that awareness of someone he wanted to figure out. He was scanning the crowd, probably already wondering if it was truly a coincidence.I took my time, pretending to fumble with my shopping bag, dropping my scarf just close enough to his side of the street. I choose to walk away hoping he will call out for me. And he did.“You dropped something, Miss Natalia.” He said, his voice low, smoot

ZACH WINCHESTER……She looked so fragile, standing there clutching the mug like it was the only thing holding her together. The apology on her lips was unnecessary, but I let her say it. I could see the storm in her eyes, the battle she was waging against herself.“You don’t have to apologize,” I said quietly, stepping closer but not too close. “Not to me.”Her gaze flickered up, startled, almost relieved, but still shadowed by doubt. I wanted to reach for her, to close the distance, but I forced myself to stay steady.“Ariella,” I continued, my voice firm but gentle, “whatever you’re fighting, you don’t have to fight it alone. I don’t need you to give me more than you’re ready for. I just need you to let me stay.”For a long moment, silence stretched between us. Her lips parted, her eyes shimmering as though she wanted to believe me but wasn’t sure she could. And I knew then, this wasn’t about rushing her, or about my own longing. It was about proving to her, every single day if I had