358 Days Of Temptation & Sins With My Alpha Stepsons의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Keziah’s POV:“Luna Alora…” Her voice wavered when she tried again. Despite the pitiful tone, the sound grated on my nerves.My jaw tightened and a low growl escaped my throat. “Why is everyone determined to get on my nerves today?” I muttered, loud enough for her to hear, not to invite a response.Fear was written plain across her face, carved into her wide eyes. She looked at me as if I’d sprouted fangs and horns.The irritating part wasn’t just her stammering; it was her complete inability to understand what I’d asked. Or maybe it was something else, was she playing dumb? Testing my patience? If so, she was succeeding.“You’re still not getting it,” I snapped through gritted teeth, pacing. “What part of this is difficult? Just repeat exactly what you said to my brothers earlier. It wasn’t that hard, was it?”“Alpha…” she began tentatively, her voice cracking as if she weren’t sure she should continue, “…that’s what I am…”“Shut up!” I barked, cutting her off before she could circle

Alora's POV: I froze on my spot as my gaze met theirs. I could see the shock on their faces, Kade's eyes widening slightly, the way his jaw tightened as he took in the scene before him. Seeing them here shocked me even more than what was happening to me at the moment. The villagers being angry at me, trying to chase me away and all, I had expected resistance, maybe some cold shoulders. But not this. Not this violent hostility. And certainly not with Kade and his brothers as witnesses to my humiliation. I just wanted to come out to see the villages in the pack and see how everything was going, but rather, things didn't go as I expected. The moment I stepped into the village square, the atmosphere had shifted. Whispers turned to mutters, mutters to shouts. And then the women, they started gathering, their faces twisted with anger I didn't understand. They were throwing all sorts of things at me now. Rotten vegetables, stones, whatever their hands could find. Each impact felt like a

Kade’s POV:My wolf was restless, pacing endlessly beneath my skin as the image of those villagers humiliating Alora replayed in my mind over and over again. It wouldn’t stop, like a cruel loop I couldn’t break free from. Their words. The way they looked at her.All I wanted to do was go back there and burn the entire village to the ground.The urge was violent, consuming, and dangerously tempting.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to ground myself. My jaw tightened as another wave of anger surged through me.What was she even doing there in the first place?That question refused to leave my head. It circled relentlessly, feeding my frustration instead of calming it.My gaze shifted to her.She hadn’t looked away from the window since we got into the car. Not once. Her expression was unreadable, distant, like she had locked herself somewhere far beyond our reach. The faint reflection of the passing scenery danced across her face, but her eyes… they were el

Thorne’s POV:By the time I got home, the sky had already begun to dim, casting long shadows across the mansion grounds. The air felt heavier than usual, as if something unseen had settled over the place.The moment I stepped inside, my eyes landed on Keziah.Kade wasn’t with him.That alone was enough to tell me something was off.Keziah stood in the living room, his posture rigid, his expression darker than I had seen in a long time. There was a storm brewing behind his eyes—anger, frustration… maybe even something deeper.I didn’t need to ask. I could already tell he wasn’t in a good mood. And whatever had happened earlier had clearly gotten under his skin.For a moment, I considered approaching him, asking what went wrong, trying to piece things together. But something in his demeanor warned me against it.Now wasn’t the time. So I decided to leave him alone. There were more important things to deal with anyway.Without saying a word, I turned and headed upstairs, my steps quieter

Alora's POV:For a moment, I thought I had come down too early, that perhaps I had misjudged the timing. But the stillness told a different story. The orchestra remained poised but silent. The staff lingered along the edges of the room, their movements slower now, more restrained, waiting, Just like me.My chest tightened.Guests should have been arriving by now. Not in full force, no, this kind of event always began fashionably late but there should have been something. A trickle. A sign.There was nothing.Betty,” I called quietly, though the sharp edge in my voice betrayed me.She appeared at my side almost instantly. “Yes?”“Are we sure the invitations were sent?” I asked, keeping my tone controlled with effort. “To everyone?”“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I personally made sure of it.”“Then where is everyone?”Neither of us answered that.My gaze drifted to the large clock mounted on the far wall. Its gilded hands moved with merciless precision, each tick echoing louder t