Semua Bab Dirty Cinderella And Her 4 Stepbrothers: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The man's words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around my throat. "How did you know we're mated?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart hammering against my ribs.The car had come to a full stop on that shaded road, the engine idled. Outside, the bushes rustled faintly in the breeze, but inside, the silence was deafening.He sighed, leaning back in his seat, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "Because I've been watching over you longer than you think, Alpha Willow. Your stepbrothers...they're not just any lycans. They're royalty. They're princes of the old lycan bloodline, heirs to a throne Mordred stole when he slaughtered their kin.”"How did you know all this? I thought you said you were from my pack? Who're you?” I asked, confused, he knew way too much. Where was he getting his info?“He needs them…their blood. He’s always needed them until you,” the stranger continued.I turned around worried, looking to both sides of the road. I didn't know what

An older man pushed through the crowd, tall, wrinkled and angry. He was one of the village elders. He raised a hand and everyone quieted, though the hatred still simmered, they chattered between themselves.“What have you done, boy?” the elder asked, voice gravelly.Zane met his gaze without flinching. “I ended your cowardly days. Zed was weak, he caged you in this village, living your whole life out here hiding. What happened to the fight in you all? What happened to your reputation?”Murmurs rippled.“And how do you intend on fighting the lycan king with our small numbers?" The old man shouted over the crowd."This is Alpha Willow,” he roared. "Yes, she's a werewolf and she's my stepsister and my mate.”“Traitor!"Chants erupted from inside the crowd."She's a werewolf!”"He betrayed his kind.”"Hang him!”"Hang him!”"Hang him!”"Silence, silence” the old man yelled over them.They reduced into a chatter again.“You heard the man, she's his mate. How? You filthy liar? How did you

The door creaked open just wide enough for the violent elder to step inside. No one else followed. He stood there alone, broad shoulders filling the frame, the same man who’d thrown himself between us and the mob earlier. His eyes swept the room, over Zane’s hand still hovering near his knife, over Kris blocking me like a shield, over Thane’s barely-contained fury, over Axel’s watchful silence.He grinned and raised both palms in a slow, deliberate gesture.“I’m not here to fight,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “No judgment yet. I came alone. Close the door.”Zane didn’t move for a second, then nodded once. Axel reached past and pushed it shut with a soft click that felt louder than it should have.The elder exhaled through his nose and looked straight at Zane. “I need to know the plan. Not the pretty words you threw at the crowd. The real one. How do you four, and the girl actually intend to bring down the Lycan king? I’m old,” he grabbed the arm of the couch and sat down.“I’m ti

The spear tip hovered an inch from Zane’s throat. One twitch and blood would spill.I couldn’t breathe. My feet moved before my brain caught up.“Stop,” I said, voice cracking but loud enough to cut through. I pushed between Zane and the spear, palms raised. “Just stop. Please.”Zane’s hand shot to my shoulder, trying to shove me back. “Willow…”“No.” I shook him off, heart slamming so hard I thought it would bruise my ribs. “No more blood. Not today. Not any of you.”The men didn’t lower the spears. Their eyes stayed cold, locked on us.“I’d go with them," my lips moved before I realized. I just wanted to end it all. It was too much.“You're not going with them," Zane argued.“No she's not," Thane gripped my waist gently and pulled me back. “Willow stays with us.""Then none of you are going anywhere,” the man in front shouted. "You're not walking past us."Axel stepped forward, calm, almost bored. “You want one person to stay behind, right? Fine. Take me. Leave the rest.”The lead m

Branches clawed at my arms and face as I ran. My lungs burned, legs shaking so badly I thought they’d buckle with every step. Sweat stung my eyes, soaked my shirt, and plastered hair to my neck. I didn’t dare look back. I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, Kris’s scream would catch up to me, or worse…the thing inside him would.The village edge appeared through the trees like a promise. I burst into the clearing, gasping, stumbling, almost falling. As I entered through the entrance, faces turned to me. Whispers rippled. I didn’t care.Zane was already moving toward me, shirtless, heaving, skin streaked with dirt and drying blood from the gash on his forehead. His eyes were black, furious, searching every inch of me before he reached me.He didn’t speak. Just cupped my face with both hands and kissed me hard, tasting like salt and fear and relief. Then he scooped me up, one arm under my knees, the other around my back, holding me against his chest like I might disappear again.“You okay?”