All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

42ISABELLAThe silence in the grand ballroom was louder than any scream. I stood in the center of the room, my chest heaving, the lingering scent of ozone and scorched silk stinging my nostrils. Below me, Ravena lay sprawled across the marble floor, her bridal gown stained with something that wasn't just blood. She was perfectly, terrifyingly still.What have I done?I looked down at my hands. They were trembling, glowing with a faint, sickly violet light that wouldn't dissipate. I hadn't meant to do it. It was a reflex—a snap of irritation, a sudden surge of defense against the sharp, biting whispers the bridesmaids had been throwing my way all morning. I had simply wanted them to stop.But I hadn't just made them stop. I had unleashed something that tore through the air like a physical lash.Around me, the guests had retreated into a tight, jagged circle. The women, who moments ago were laughing and sipping champagne, now held their breath, their eyes wide with a primal, terrified

44ISABELLAMy pulse thundered in my ears, a frantic, irregular rhythm that mirrored the sudden instability of my entire world. Trial? I wasn't a criminal. I was someone who just discovered what I could do.They couldn’t possibly hold a trial on a matter that trivial, right?"This is absurd," Rohan said, his voice rising, sharp and discordant. He stood up, his palms flat against the mahogany table. "She is not a criminal. She is a member of this pack, and this is an internal matter. You cannot just march in here and demand a trial for a woman who has done nothing but survive.""Survive?" Ravena’s father let out a harsh, barking laugh that curdled the air. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Rohan with predatory intent. "She leveled a room. She scarred my daughter. You should be thanking the Council for stepping in to teach that little witch a lesson that you were clearly too soft to administer yourself.""It was a mistake!" Rohan argued, his voice straining. "An accident fueled by tr

46ISABELLAAll my life I had never seen something so precious. The tiny ball wriggled in my arms as I cradled one of the twins against my chest. He was impossibly small, his skin flushed pink and his tiny fingers curled around my thumb. I had seen babies before but then it was like I had a deeper connection to them. My insides swelled with emotion looking at his perfect, sleeping face, the memory of my own lost child hurting more now I looked at what I lost."Isabella," a raspy, weak voice chuckled from the pillows.I looked up to see Selena’s eyes fluttering open. She looked exhausted, her hair matted to her forehead, but the life had returned to her skin. She reached out, her fingers brushing the baby’s swaddled arm. "I can’t believe you’re still here," she whispered, her voice a soft hum, "you must really love kids."I smiled and carefully stood to place the infant in the nearby crib. He let out a soft, satisfied sigh as he settled against the blanket. I watched him for a long

48ISABELLAI let out a sigh feeling like a heavy burden had been lifted.“Thank you–“This doesn’t give you the liberty to prance around like a VIP, you will limit the use of your powers,” he said coldly and I got the impression this pardon wasn’t his idea.“I’ll adhere to your instructions,” I responded to pacify him. “But I would need permission to meet a friend to help me know more about my powers,”“Is this friend of yours also a witch?” I paused at his question trying to recall if the seer mentioned the wolves knew about her.“Honesty is your best option here, Isabella.” He lashed out when I remained silent.“She stays in the forest, to help me out she’ll need full immunity,” I uttered keeping my tone even.“We know about the seer," he clipped out, his voice devoid of warmth. "If you wish to refine this... gift, so be it. You have permission to seek the Seer, but do not forget the terms, Isabella. One slip, one surge of uncontrolled magic, and my face is the last thing you will

50ISABELLAThe atmosphere had changed with the scent of blood in the air. I could see the gruesome looks of the men, despite their numbers they were reasonable to see Rohan was a threat.“A wolf who supports witches is worse than them,” the leader spat, reuniting the fire. If he wasn’t amongst them, maybe I could have gotten through to them. He was the venom that poisoned the rest of the crew. “Lander,” he said looking at one of his comrades who held chains. “Let’s teach him a lesson. The rest of you hold the witch as leverage.”Two of them walked slowly toward Rohan while the rest stayed by my side.."Don't move, witch!" one hissed, his breath hot against my ear.The other two lunged at Rohan. I watched, breathless and terrified, as the men engaged in combat. Rohan took them easily, matching their strikes and attacks. He didn't even shift; he didn't need to. He was on defense attacking only when he saw a chance, but it was clear to see with time they would lose against him.The t