358 Days Of Temptation & Sins With My Alpha Stepsons의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Alora's POV:I rushed out of my room without a second thought, my heart pounding in my chest as urgency coursed through me. My mind raced as I navigated the halls, my feet moving faster than I could think.Soon, I reached her room. Without hesitation, I knocked sharply on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. The door creaked open, and a young maid appeared, her expression startled.“Good day, Luna,” she greeted me, bowing respectfully when she realized it was me standing there.I nodded curtly in acknowledgment and stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room. It was small, modest, as expected of the staff quarters, but it was empty. There was no sign of Betty.“Where is Betty?” I asked, my voice brisk but laced with concern.The maid hesitated for a moment before replying, “I saw her going after the chief maid earlier, Luna.”My gaze swept over the room once again, and my eyes landed on a pile of clothes and a few bags neatly arranged on the bed. Something about the sight

Alora's POV:As I walked down the hallways, the scene I had just witnessed played on repeat in my mind like a cursed memory that refused to fade. Each replay brought an ache to my chest, a searing sensation that spread like wildfire. I could feel it—hot and suffocating, rising from the depths of my being and clawing its way out. My throat felt tight, my claws threatening to emerge, and my wolf stirred restlessly within me. She wasn’t just restless, she was livid, a tempest in my soul that refused to quiet down.My heartbeat raced as my hands instinctively formed fists at my sides. My breathing had grown shallow, uneven. There was an unfamiliar heat prickling under my skin, an uncontainable need to lash out. It felt like an inferno smoldering in my chest, swirling with emotions I didn’t want to name. My wolf wasn’t helping; she only made it worse, pushing all my insecurities to the forefront. “That maid... who does she think she is?” she whispered, her voice sharp like the edge of a

Alora's POV:The morning breeze sneaked in through the slightly ajar bathroom window, sending a chill down my skin as I stepped into the glass-walled shower. The cold water bit into me with unforgiving clarity, shocking every nerve awake. The showerhead gushed water over my body, rivulets slipping down my curves, carving through the tension tightly coiled in the pit of my stomach. But as I closed my eyes, hoping for a reprieve, the memories surged forward like a relentless tide.Kade’s words from yesterday played on repeat in my head, drenching me in an anger I couldn’t quite quell."You’re nothing more than a talking drum. Always yammering about being the Luna, but you have nothing to back it up. Nothing to show for it."It wasn’t just his words, though they were sharp enough to scrape raw wounds into my pride. It was the betrayal smothered in another layer beneath his words—the image of him with that maid, being so intimate, breaking my sense of peace entirely. That picture, vivid

Keziah's POV:The day started with urgency, as it often did when bad news reached us. We called an early meeting with the village heads after Beta Wilson reported on a troubling development, the rapid spread of a sickness in the villages. The illness had swept through the outskirts like wildfire, consuming livelihoods in its wake. It was spreading faster with each passing day, and it wasn’t long before it might creep into our town, threatening the heart of our pack. The meeting room was large but felt stifling. A dull glow emitted from the dim light casting shadows on the thick mahogany table around which we were seated. The village heads sat stiffly, unease written over their every movement. They weren’t prepared for this, not for the confrontation, the crisis, or the consequences that came with it. Their grim faces reflected their thoughts, each one silently pleading to avoid their turn under the weight of our questions.“This didn’t just start overnight,” Chief Isaac, the leader

Alora's POV:The living room buzzed with energy, the kind of energy that only comes from the chaotic whirlwind of event planning. Swatches of elegant fabric were strewn across the table, each more opulent than the last. Betty hovered near me like a hawk, her arms filled with papers while a clipboard rested securely under her elbow. Her sharp gaze skimmed every detail with precision, catching even the smallest inconsistencies that I would have missed entirely. Her efficiency had always been my anchor in moments like this. I stood quietly in the center of the room, one hand brushing against the back of a nearby chair as I endeavored to stay focused. The impending ball, a grand event in honor of my role as Luna, loomed over me like a giant shadow. It wasn’t just a simple party; it was a display of power, grace, and unity for the entire pack. Everything had to be perfect. Every ribbon, every flower, every candle needed to exude elegance. As much as I wanted to embrace the excitement of