บททั้งหมดของ The Dangerous Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

SONYA'S POVI find Alpha Elon and Selene still in the sitting room.Which, honestly, is a good sign. Three hours alone and neither of them has run away or said something catastrophically wrong. I'm counting that as a win.Selene's sitting with her legs folded under her on the small couch, her mug long empty, her hands wrapped around it anyway out of habit. Alpha Elon is across from her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and they're talking in a low and cautious way people talk when they're not quite sure how much weight the conversation can hold yet.They both look up when I push open the door."Sorry to interrupt," I say, not very sorry at all. “Just checking to make sure everything’s alright.”"We're fine," Selene says, in the tone of someone who is fine but has also just been crying and is hoping I won't notice.I notice. I don't say anything.Alpha Elon adjusts his posture in his chair, and his expression changes, the openness from earlier giving way to a more formal l

SONYA'S POVReign's hiding something from me.I can feel it through the bond, this weird mix of worry and guilt that he's trying to suppress. He's been distant all day, claiming he's busy with pack business.Which might be true. But it's also bullshit.“He's definitely hiding something,” Phoebe confirms when I join her for lunch in the dining room. “I saw him and Landon having an intense conversation in his office this morning. They shut up the second I walked in.”Oh goddess."Should I be worried, Phoebe? Did Reign look worried?”"Babe, when is Reign not worrying about something? The man's anxiety levels are impressive." She pauses. "But yeah, this feels different. More urgent.”Before I can respond, Landon appears in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, wearing that look he gets when he's been sent to collect someone and isn't entirely comfortable about it."Sonya," he says. "Reign needs to see you.”"Is everything okay, Landon?” I ask, my tone laced with worry."Just... come

SONYA'S POVThe shift comes easier than it ever has.I think it's because I'm not suppressing anything anymore. No herbs, no intentional dampening, nothing holding back what I actually am. My bones begin to reshape, but instead of the usual pain, there's a strange rush of warmth moving through me. My muscles stretch and reform, my senses sharpening with every breath, and I feel my wolf pushing forward instead of fighting against me.For once, I don't resist her.The change rolls through me in seconds, and when it's done, I'm standing on four paws in the clearing, the night air hitting my senses like nothing I've ever experienced before.Everything is louder. The wind in the trees, the distant sound of the pack, the creek somewhere behind the cabin. Everything smells stronger and more specific and more real.And I feel enormous.The suppression kept my wolf small and uncertain, always half-present, sometimes muted. Without it, she fills the space completely, confident and sure and ver

SONYA'S POVFour days after Reign tells me about Melvanie and Derek, I'm standing in the training yard at six in the morning in leggings and a sports bra, freezing my ass off, wondering if I've lost my mind.The answer is probably yes.But here's the thing. If there's a rogue army being built by Reign's manipulative brother and the supernatural crime lord who put me in a cell in the Czech Republic, I need to be able to do something about it besides absorb curse fragments and hope for the best.Landon's already here when I arrive, looking irritatingly awake for the hour, running through warm-up drills like a man who was born doing this."You actually showed up," he says, pausing when he sees me."Did you think I wouldn't?"“I thought you might sleep through the alarm.”“You clearly don't know me very well, Landon." I drop my bag on the bench. "So, what are we starting with?"Landon looks me over, clearly sizing me up. "We'll start with positioning. Then we'll work on basic combat techn

REIGN'S POVI'm in the middle of a meeting with three visiting Alphas when my phone vibrates with an urgent message from security.*Intruder at the north gate. Female. Claims she has information about Melvanie Darkmoor. No weapons found. Requesting Alpha authorization to hold.*I excuse myself with the kind of calm that comes from years of practice at not showing what's happening behind my face, and I head to the security station.The woman in the holding cell doesn't look like a threat.She's young, maybe mid-twenties, slight, with long dark hair and pale eyes that remind me uncomfortably of Melvanie. But she feels different somehow. Softer. Less cruel."Who are you?" I demand.She's sitting on the bench with her hands in her lap, not pacing, not performing distress. Just waiting. Which is either someone with nothing to hide or someone who's very good at appearing that way."How long has she been here?" I ask the guard outside."Twenty minutes, Alpha. She walked up to the gate and as