Todos los capítulos de RESISTING MY COCKY ALPHA STEPBROTHERS : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

 Ross's POV I knew these were my last coherent hours. My body was shutting down piece by piece and I felt it happening. The healers gave me herbs that dulled the pain but nothing could stop the tiredness.It pulled at me constantly. Tried to drag me under. But I fought it because I had things to say first. Words my family needed to hear before I left."Ryder." My voice came out rough. Weak. "Come here, son."My eldest stepped closer. His face was red from crying but he composed himself. Tried to be strong for me like he always did."You inherited my strategic mind," I said. Each word took effort. "My need to lead and protect. But being alpha is not about being the strongest or smartest.""What is it about then?" Ryder's voice cracked."Serving your pack with humility and love. Putting their needs above your own ego. Asking for help when you need it.""Asking for help feels like weakness.""That is what

 Skylar's POVI found Myron collapsed on our bedroom floor. His body was crumpled in a way that made my heart stop. He clutched his chest and his face was grey."Myron!" I dropped beside him. Shook his shoulders. "Stay with me. Please stay with me."His eyes fluttered but did not open. His breathing was shallow and uneven. Through the bond, I felt his heart stuttering and failing."Help!" I screamed toward the hallway. "Someone get the healers now!"Footsteps pounded through the house. Ryder burst in first followed by healers who must have still been nearby after the funeral.They worked frantically. Checked his pulse. Listened to his heart. Gave him herbs that should have stabilised him.But nothing worked. Myron's heart was failing and not just from age. The trauma of losing Ross was literally killing him."The soul bond severance is too much," one healer said quietly. "His body cannot handle the shock.""

 Luna's POVI watched my mother slowly and painfully learn to exist without her mates. It was not healing. Not really. The grief was still raw and the loss still unbearable.But she was fighting. Trying to honour Ross and Myron's memory by living as they wanted her to. That had to count for something.She started small. Getting out of bed without help. Eating full meals without forcing her. Taking walks through Moonfall territory like she used to.Each tiny victory felt monumental. Ryder and I celebrated them privately while Kai watched from wherever he flickered in and out. Mom barely noticed our relief."She ate the whole plate," Aria whispered one morning. Relief flooded her face. "That is the first time in three weeks.""Thank the gods." I squeezed my wife's hand. "I was starting to think we would lose her too.""She is stronger than she thinks. She just needs time to remember that."I wanted to fix this. Make

 Skylar's POVI was not sure if seeing Ross and Myron's spirits was real or grief induced hallucination. Part of me wondered if my mind had finally broken under the weight of loss.But I did not care. Real or not it brought comfort. That was all that mattered.I continued writing with renewed energy. The memoir flowed more easily now like someone had unlocked a dam inside me. Words poured onto pages faster than I could process them.The spirits visited occasionally. Always brief. Always gentle. Always encouraging.Ross appeared while I wrote about our first kiss. "You are making me sound like a better kisser than I was," he teased. His translucent form flickered with amusement."You were terrible at first," I agreed. "But you learned fast.""I had excellent teachers." He winked and faded before I could respond.Myron showed up when I described our wedding. "You looked so beautiful that day," he said softly. "I coul

Ember's POVI had always been the gentle one in our family. The diplomat who resolved conflicts with words instead of claws. The empath who felt everyone's pain and tried to fix it.Watching Grandma demonstrate combat techniques made me realise gentle did not mean weak. She was ninety four years old and moved slowly but her form was perfect.Every strike calculated. Every defense efficient. No wasted movement. No hesitation."Your empathy is not a weakness Ember," she said while showing me a defensive stance. "It is your greatest weapon if you learn to use it correctly.""How can feeling other people's emotions help me fight?""Because you sense their intentions before they act. You predict their moves through emotional reads. That gives you an advantage most fighters never have."Training sessions were intense. Grandma pushed us hard. Expected excellence. Accepted nothing less than our absolute best effort.She taught Ash to channel his protective instincts into tactical awareness. "