Lahat ng Kabanata ng 358 Days Of Temptation & Sins With My Alpha Stepsons: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Alora’s POV:The lecture finally dragged to an end, the professor’s voice tapering off into a dull hum that I’d long stopped listening to. Chairs scraped against the floor as students began to gather their things, and I followed suit, slipping my notebook into my bag and swinging it over my shoulder. I didn’t bother lingering. I just wanted out.The hallway outside was crowded, as usual, filled with overlapping conversations and the restless energy that always came after a long lecture. I stepped out of the building, inhaling the fresher air like I’d been holding my breath the entire time.And then I saw him.My gaze locked with Kade’s almost instantly, like it always seemed to. He was leaning casually by the lockers, but there was nothing relaxed about the tension in his posture. Standing in front of him was the same student from earlier, the one who had seen us. The one who shouldn’t have seen anything at all.Something about the scene made my stomach tighten.Without thinking too m

Kade’s POV:The feel of her palm striking my cheek lingered like a brand that refused to fade. Even now, hours later, I could still trace it, the sharp crack, the brief sting, the audacity behind it. My jaw tightened as I replayed it again and again, each memory feeding something darker inside me.Alora.She had dared to slap me.A slow, humorless chuckle slipped from my lips, dry and hollow. It echoed faintly in the otherwise quiet training room, but there was no amusement in it, only disbelief laced with something far more dangerous.No one did that. No one had ever done that. And yet, she had.The punching bag swung slightly in front of me, as if inviting what came next. My fist collided with it without warning, a dull, heavy thud vibrating up my arm. The chain above rattled in protest as the bag jerked back, then returned, only to meet my knuckles again, harder this time.I didn’t stop.Each punch landed with growing force, the rhythm turning relentless. Leather groaned beneath t

Alora’s POV:I opened my eyes slowly, or at least I thought I did. It made no difference. I was swallowed by complete darkness—thick, suffocating, and endless. For a moment, I wondered if my eyes had even opened at all. The cold, unforgiving surface beneath me pressed into my skin, seeping through my clothes like a quiet, persistent ache. My head throbbed in dull pulses, each one heavier than the last, as confusion settled in.Why was it so dark?Was there a blackout? Has something happened in the city?I tried to push myself up, instinctively reaching for balance, but my body refused to cooperate. I frowned, forcing my limbs to respond. Nothing. I tried again, harder this time, but instead of movement, a sharp, biting sensation cut into my wrists and ankles. Something tight, too tight, dug into my skin. It had a strange texture, not quite rope, not quite metal. Rubber, maybe. Or something worse. The more I struggled, the more it bit into me, like it was designed to punish resistance.

Alora’s POV:It was a vast space, too vast to take in all at once. And it was red. Not just painted red, but steeped in it, as though the color had seeped into the very bones of the place over time.It felt like stepping into a museum. Not the polished, modern kind with glass cases and bright lights, but something older. Quieter. A museum built not just to display history, but to guard it. To remember.Everywhere I looked, there were traces of red wolves.Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, stretching almost to the ceiling, each one packed tight with books. Some were bound in cracked leather, their spines faded and peeling. Others looked newer, but no less important. The air carried that dry, familiar scent of paper and age, like stories had been breathing in here for decades, waiting for someone to listen.My eyes drifted to the walls.Drawings, no, portraits covered them. Red wolves in every form imaginable. Some were fierce, captured mid-snarl, teeth bared and eyes blazing with so

Kade’s POV:I paced the length of the compound like a man being hunted by his own thoughts, boots grinding against the gravel, back and forth, over and over again. My wolf wouldn’t settle. It prowled beneath my skin, agitated, clawing at my insides, urging me to do something, anything, but stand still and wait. Waiting has never been my strength. Now, it felt like torture.It had been two days.Two whole days since Alora disappeared without a trace, and the silence surrounding her absence was beginning to feel louder than any scream. No sign of her. No scent. No witnesses who could offer anything useful. Nothing but dead ends and the slow, suffocating dread building in my chest.The only lead we had was her car, abandoned near the coastal river bridge, miles away from where she should have been. That alone made no sense. Alora didn’t just wander off. Which meant someone had taken her. The thought sat like poison in my veins.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply, but it d