Semua Bab Hockey Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me Back : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sienna POVMy eyes snapped to the door. Draven. He stood there, pale and seething with barely contained fury. I rose from my bed and crossed the room toward him.When I reached him, words died in my throat. Questions burned on my tongue, but I swallowed them down. Instead, I took his hand and led him to sit beside me on the bed. Neither of us spoke. We just sat there, drowning in silence and thick, suffocating tension.Minutes crawled by before my tongue finally betrayed me. "What's wrong with you?"He released a long, ragged sigh that seemed to drain something vital from him. His eyes found mine as he gripped both my hands. "I thought you would never ask."I offered him a weak smile.I waited for him to continue, but he tore his gaze from mine, and we both stared at opposite walls, trapped in our separate turmoil. What could possibly cause this strange mixture of rage and fear etched across his features? Before I could voice the question, a violent pain seized my body. I groaned—a r

Draven POVLyra's hand remained pressed against her throat, fingers trembling as they traced the marks I'd left behind. She looked smaller somehow, diminished against the wall, and for a fleeting moment something that might have been guilt flickered through me before the rage snuffed it out completely."There were complications during the delivery." Her voice was barely above a whisper, each word careful, measured, as if she were navigating a minefield. "The labor went on too long. By the time the child came, it... it wasn't breathing. We tried everything, Draven. I swear we tried everything.""Everything?" The word exploded from me like a gunshot. I whirled on her, closing the distance again, and she flinched—actually flinched—pressing herself harder against the wall. "Everything would have been following the plan I laid out. Everything would have been keeping that child alive at any cost!""We *did* follow the plan!" Lyra's voice cracked, a hint of her own frustration breaking throu

Sienna POV The silence that followed my outburst was deafening.Draven stood frozen, his face carved from stone, but I saw it—the flicker of something in his eyes. Not guilt. Not remorse. Something closer to calculation, like he was rapidly reassessing the situation, trying to determine which approach would work best now that I'd broken free of whatever illusion he'd wrapped around me."You don't know what you're talking about." His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the tension coiling beneath each word like a snake preparing to strike."Don't I?" A bitter laugh escaped me, sharp and jagged. I pushed myself further upright, ignoring the way my body protested, the cramping that radiated through my abdomen. The physical pain was nothing compared to what was tearing through my chest. "I've been blind, Draven. Willfully, stupidly blind. But grief has a way of burning away delusions."He took a step closer to the bed, his hand reaching out—whether to comfort or to silence me, I

Sienna POV I didn't see him until it was too late.One moment I was stumbling through the underbrush, and the next I slammed into something solid. Arms wrapped around me before I could fall, steadying me with a grip that was firm but not painful.I looked up and froze.He was tall—taller than any wolf I'd ever seen—with dark hair that fell into eyes so pale they were almost silver. His face was all sharp angles and hard lines, like something carved from stone. And the way he looked at me, assessing and cold, made every instinct scream danger."Well," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What do we have here?"I tried to pull away but his hands tightened on my arms. Not hurting, just preventing escape."Let me go," I said, hating how my voice shook."In a minute." He tilted his head, studying me with those unnerving eyes. "You're from the pack. The one just beyond the border."It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway."So what's a little pack wolf doing running into forbidden land? Don'

Sienna POV The morning started like any other day in hell.I woke to the sound of footsteps in the hallway outside my room—heavy, deliberate, belonging to someone who knew they owned every inch of this house. My stomach twisted into knots before my eyes even fully opened up to the light ray of light. These days, I measured time by the space between each encounter with him, each moment I had to steel myself against what came next.I pulled the thin blanket up to my chin, as if that flimsy piece of fabric could protect me from anything. The footsteps paused outside my door. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack right through the bone. One second. Two. Three.Then they moved on.I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, but the relief was temporary. It always was. Living in this house meant existing in a constant state of anticipation, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for his attention to turn my way, for my mother to look through me like I