All Chapters of My 4 Hot Stepbrothers Want a Taste of Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ARIA'S POV The digital clock on my nightstand read 2:15 AM, but my eyes were wide open, staring straight up at the ceiling. The shadows on the plaster shifted every time a car passed on the distant road, headlights painting brief, sliding patterns across the dark surface before disappearing. I watched them come and go and come and go, and all I could think about was my mother's face when she saw the photograph. The way her hands started shaking. The way the color drained out of her skin so fast it looked like someone had pulled a plug somewhere behind her eyes. She had clearly recognized the man in the picture, yet she refused to explain who he was. She grabbed the photograph and shoved it behind a stack of plates like it was evidence of a crime, and the speed of it, the panic in her voice when she told me to throw it away, that stayed with me. It crawled under my skin and burrowed in deep, the way certain memories do when they attach themselves to a feeling you can't name. Every

ZANE'S POV The heavy door of the underground parking garage clicked shut behind me, plunging the space into a dim, concrete gloom. The air tasted like motor oil and old rain, and every sound I made bounced off the walls and came back to me twice. My footsteps. My breathing. The soft rustle of my jacket. Everything amplified in the silence. I kept my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, gripping my burner phone tightly as I walked toward the back pillar. Every lead I had been following for weeks seemed to point toward older events that happened years before any of us met Aria. This wasn't a recent conspiracy. This was something ancient, something that had been in motion long before Bianca, long before the hockey championships, long before Aria ever walked through the doors of our school with her chin raised and her shoulders braced like she was expecting the world to hit her. "You're late, hockey boy," a raspy voice murmured from the shadows beside a rusted dumpster.

REED’S POVThe heavy oak doors of the athletic office swung open, and I walked out holding a thick, glossy packet of papers in my hand. The hockey team received an invitation to participate in a major inter-school competition that would bring together some of the strongest teams in the region."What's that, Reed?" Kai asked, skating over toward the benches as practice wrapped up for the afternoon."An invitation," I said, flashing a grin as I tossed the papers onto the wooden bench. "The regional championship qualifier. Only the top elite teams in the entire state get an invite."Everyone was excited because winning would bring recognition far beyond their school. The guys swarmed around the bench, shouting and high-fiving each other. This was massive. Winning this tournament meant scouts from national leagues, college recruiters, and elite pack academies would be watching our every move.Normally, I would have been the loudest one in the locker room, screaming about how we were going

ARIA’S POVI stared out the classroom window, my fingers tapping a nervous, erratic rhythm against the wooden desk. Aria couldn't stop thinking about the stranger she saw after school. Even though she managed to get away safely and the brothers came when she called them, she couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling from her mind.Every time she walked through the school hallways, she found herself looking around more than usual. Whenever she heard footsteps behind her, she automatically turned around, half expecting to see that man in the grey jacket staring right back at her.It annoyed her because she had worked so hard to stop living in fear after Bianca's attack. I had spent weeks sweating in the gym, learning how to throw a proper punch, building up my confidence, and trying to feel safe in my own skin.She hated feeling weak again. She hated feeling like someone could be watching her at any moment."Aria? Are you listening?" Professor Vance asked, tapping his dry-erase marker ag

JASPER'S POV I gripped my hockey stick tightly, taping the handle while sitting on the wooden bench inside the locker room. My muscles ached from head to toe, and my mind felt completely fried. The tape was going on crooked. I ripped it off and started again, winding it tighter this time, focusing on the small, mechanical motion because it was one of the only things I could control right now. Between hockey, family responsibilities, protecting Aria, and the growing mystery surrounding her past, it felt like there weren't enough hours in the day. Every time I thought things were finally calming down, something new happened. One minute we were celebrating a championship win, and the next Cole was finding altered birth registries, Zane was digging into international syndicates, and Aria was being followed by strange men outside campus. My brain felt like a browser with too many tabs open, each one loading something worse than the last. The only thing keeping me sane was hockey. Wh