358 Days Of Temptation & Sins With My Alpha Stepsons のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Alora’s POV:The way his hands wrapped around my waist, firm, uninvited, and far too familiar, pulled me flush against him before I could even process what was happening. My breath hitched as the space between us vanished, our bodies aligning in a way that felt both accidental and entirely deliberate. Heat rushed beneath my skin, sharp and electric, like a spark catching dry tinder.And he didn’t look away. Not even for a second.His gaze held mine with an intensity that made everything else blur into the background—the music, the murmurs, the quiet clinking of glasses. It was as if I had been singled out in a crowded room, placed under the kind of spotlight I never asked for. The way he stared at me… like I was the only thing that mattered, like the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist. It made my heart stutter, then slam violently against my ribs, as though it couldn’t decide whether to stop entirely or beat itself to exhaustion.The air around us thickened, heavy with som

Thorne’s POV:I smiled as I spun her outward, letting her skirts fan around her like a ripple of silk, before drawing her back in and catching her neatly by the waist. She moved with me effortlessly, her steps precise, her posture elegant, far too refined for someone who was a slave.It wasn’t just movement, it was instinct. Timing. Awareness. She followed the rise and fall of the music as though it lived inside her.“You’re a great dancer for someone who was a slave,” I said lightly, though there was genuine curiosity beneath the teasing note in my voice. I guided her through a turn, our hands brushing before reconnecting. “Who taught you?”“I taught myself,” she replied.There was no pride in it, no attempt to impress, just a simple statement of fact. That alone made me study her more closely.“From the first time I saw you,” I continued, lowering my voice as we stepped into a slower sequence, “I knew you weren’t an ordinary girl.”Our movements softened, becoming more intimate as t

Alora’s POV:The dance finally came to an end, and I dipped into a graceful bow, lowering my head slightly toward Kade before turning away. I didn’t wait for his reaction. I couldn’t.I needed air.The moment I stepped outside, the cool night breeze wrapped around me, brushing against my heated skin. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, trying to steady the storm raging inside me.But it didn’t help.Not really.What was wrong with those brothers?Why were they so determined to make everything harder for me?I pressed a hand lightly against my chest, trying to calm the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat. It felt like it was constantly racing lately, never giving me a moment of peace.I didn’t know how much longer I could keep resisting them if things continued like this.Kade…Just the thought of him made my jaw tighten.He was driving me insane.And my wolf? She wasn’t helping matters at all. If anything, she was making everything worse. Every time I saw him with another woman, laughin

Alora’s POV: I paced back and forth across my room, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor as my thoughts spiraled out of control. Over and over again. Relentless. Someone out there knew. Someone knew I was a red wolf. The realization alone was enough to send a fresh wave of panic crashing through me. This wasn’t just bad. This was dangerous. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to steady my breathing, but it wasn’t working. Every inhale felt too shallow, every exhale too sharp, like my body had forgotten how to function properly under the weight of fear. Without thinking much, I began pulling at my clothes, stripping them off piece by piece. The fabric suddenly felt suffocating against my skin, too tight, too restrictive. I needed to breathe. I needed to feel free. I needed to feel like I still had control over something. Anything. Once I was free of the layers, I wrapped my arms briefly around myself before forcing my legs to move again. The room suddenly felt

Kade’s POV:“Paper?” I repeated, the word leaving my mouth slower than I intended, weighed down by confusion.“She was acting weird yesterday at the party, and it started when she took a drink from the waiter and opened a paper,” Thorne replied, his tone measured, almost too calm for what he was implying. Our gazes shifted to him at once.“I witnessed their interaction,” he added, as if that alone should make everything clearer.“What’s in the paper?” Keziah asked, his attention snapping back to Alora like a blade finding its mark.I followed his gaze. For a split second, I caught it—panic. Raw, unguarded, flashing through her eyes before it was swallowed whole and replaced with something more composed. Too composed.“You guys didn’t see the paper?” she asked.“No,” I answered immediately.Her eyes moved to Thorne and Keziah, searching, calculating.“No,” Thorne confirmed.Then her gaze lingered on Keziah a second longer than necessary, almost as if she expected something else from hi