Todos os capítulos de Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

ElizabethThis time, I read it for myself.The news could hardly be called such if everyone knew it - or at least expected it. The wordings were so similar, like they edited only numbers and names of locations. The rest stayed the same.Five more rogue bodies were found. At this point, the vigilante would wipe them out before the season was over. The Pack’s Real Hero, they called him, and could the title be faulted? We were safer in three weeks, than we’d been in months. No more rogue attacks, no curfew, not in pack patrols, nothing.But the heroic acts didn’t erase the bare facts - at least not to me. The questions remained. Who was this vigilante and what was the ultimate goal here? Fame? An act of rebellion? Or something more personal?I didn’t have enough time to ponder those questions before the doorbell rang. Dad and Reagan had already left for the Summons, so it was just Mum and I at home, and just me in the living room.Silas was at my door again, polite and courteous. But th

Elizabeth The evening had the kind of warmth that felt borrowed, like the day had decided to stay a little longer than it was meant to. It was so calm and breezy, I could have actually enjoyed this.. if I were with anyone else.Richmond Park was alive in a soft way. People scattered across the paths, laughter carrying without urgency, the air smelling faintly of grass and dust and something sweet from the vendor carts near the gates. It was like a shield, or maybe a break from the harsh reality the pack faced. People in here behaved like there hadn't been a Summons just days ago to address the rogue killings and infestation. In fact, we needed that. Otherwise we would be plunged into the darkness deeper and faster than we knew. I needed it. Because the world around me still spun wickedly with the uncertainty of the next path fate decided for me. The only shield I had was my ardent refusal to lose faith. Even so, I couldn't fully live in this moment of peace, because of who walked

Elizabeth No one was at the stairs, and I wasn't sure I could attribute the creak to the wind outside.So maybe it was the universe warning us to be more careful, warning me to restrain myself more because it knew I was losing grip. To be denied the very thing I needed, the very arms that could cradle me back into peace of mind. To be so close to him, and yet still have him untouchable was slowly driving me crazy.What happened? Once upon a time, we were only an arm's length apart. Now it felt like we were getting further apart with each passing day.No words were being said. No words that mattered. We couldn't even have our stolen nights, so we grappled for seconds hoping to keep what we had alive, but the flame flickered, undeniably. Did I still love him? Endlessly. Did I feel it now? How could I? How could I even remind him how deep my love ran when there was no space to feel it, let alone express it.The cloud around us was too dark to see a silver lining. The tunnel was too d

Elizabeth 'We both know what we know ' he had said. Like we were in some secret cult. Only we didn't. Maybe he knew all I knew, but he was definitely keeping something from me.I just didn't know why.Reagan and Dad had gone to a West ridge patrol meeting. Mum went out with the councilmen mates. Tricia wasn't coming around today, so I had the house to myself. Unlike Reagan, this was heaven to me.Half a day alone, in an empty house, with no one to tell me what to do or how to feel. I could actually breathe. Settling onto a couch in the living room, and with a glass of orange juice at hand, I opened up a good book and resolved to bury myself in another world. For a good thirty minutes, everything was going great. Then the doorbell rang, pulling me out of paradise in pages. When I opened up, a patrol wolf came into view, bland expression, eyes looking ahead of me instead of at me. "Can I.. help you?" I asked mildly, more confused than scared. "You've been summoned by the Security-

Elizabeth I didn’t realize how loud a room could be after people left it.It was something like post traumatic stress, and I was seated in the middle of the living room, feeling it. Seeing it. Replaying it. Waiting without reason for an official to knock on the door again.How soon after the trauma, could one claim to have post traumatic stress? This was nothing like the attacks I'd had in the past. It was nothing close to being smacked and grabbed and pushed and slashed. It was the farthest thing from bleeding all over and losing strength by the second. But it was no less traumatic.Bane right in front of me, stone-faced, eyes shard as a chisel to carve the truth out of me. The truth I didn't have.What if my dad and Reagan hadn't come in? How long would he have kept me? What would he have gotten out of me? Would he have succeeded in breaking me?I remember how tense I grew by the minute. The sweat rolling down my back despite the weather. Sitting under his piercing gaze. I could sw