All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Theo’s POVThe world went quiet for a moment. Not even the sound of fists hitting training pads reached my ears. All I could hear was my pulse, loud and violent.Ragnar smiled like he had just won something. Daphne stood there, calm and unreadable. And I stood there feeling something inside me break so sharply I almost could not breathe.Ragnar stared at Daphne like he had just found treasure buried under his feet. His pupils widened, his chest rose and fell a little faster, and he dragged his tongue slowly across the corner of his mouth like he could already taste her.“I have never seen anything like her before,” he whispered, more to himself than to me. “Her pale skin… it looks so soft I could sink my teeth into it. And the way she stands, so calm and untouched… gods, I want her to myself so badly.”My stomach twisted so violently I had to clench my fists to stay steady. He kept staring at her, drinking her in with his eyes, and she just stood there with that straight face and stea

Daphne’s POV I stood in front of Ragnar’s door, pretending to look around as if I was checking the hallway, but deep inside I knew I was searching for one person, the only person who could still make my chest tighten with one glance. Theo was nowhere, and the empty space where he should have been made something inside me sink. “This is it,” I whispered, drawing in a slow breath to steady the shaking in my hands.Before I could knock, a sharp voice sliced into the quiet hallway. “Ouuu, the slut,” Christabel sneered, her laughter echoing like claws dragging across a wall. “I never knew you had such talent, Daphne. I’m impressed.”I kept my back straight and said nothing.“In just a few hours you managed to crawl into the bed of Theo’s rival,” she added loudly, making sure the guards could hear. Joan stepped closer, her lips curled. “I hope Theo sees you for the slut you are.”I turned my head slowly and gave them a soft smile. “Yeah,” I said, letting the words roll out smooth and slow

Ragnar’s POVRagnar watched the way Nalah’s breath hitched as she tried to keep her face steady. He leaned back on the chair and spread his legs, letting the cool air touch his heated skin as he rested his arms on his thighs. His voice came out low and slow when he asked, “Where is your boyfriend now?” and he did not bother to hide the taunt that curled around each word.She opened her mouth but only a small sound came out, and the way she stammered made something dark inside him stir. He tilted his head a little and let his eyes roam over her face. “Cat cut your tongue?” he asked in a lazy tone that carried a sharp edge. “You cannot speak now?” He wanted to enjoy this moment because she had mocked him once, and now she had been sent to him by Theo himself, which meant she had no room to escape. The thought pulled a slow smile across his lips.“Get over here, Nalah,” he said, pointing to the floor between his legs. She moved with small, stubborn steps, dragging her feet as if the g

Ragnar’s POVMy dick felt so good inside her mouth, so, so good. She was still on her knees between my legs as I thrust in and out of her mouth. She was at my mercy, and I didn’t give a fuck about her right now.She still had that stubborn fire in her eyes, the same one she had years ago when she laughed in my face and walked away like I meant nothing, and right now that fire only made everything burn hotter inside me.“Yeah right, take it, take all of me, you slut,” I growled. My hands slid into her hair, not rough enough to hurt but firm enough to remind her that she was not the one in control, and I felt her tense under my touch even as she stayed right where she was. I was enjoying every bit of it. I had not been intimate with anyone for a while now because I was focused on my pack duties, and the war plans had swallowed every softer part of him. Coming to this pack was the best thing that had happened to me in a while. First I found a goddess, but she was taken away from me bef

Theo’s POVShe smiled for a second, small and sad, and that smile cut deeper than any blade ever could. “Please don’t leave me,” she whispered. “Please… I’ll do anything you wish.”A warm, helpless smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. I knew she was drunk. I knew the wine had softened her edges and loosened her guard. Yet I believed her anyway. Every word sank into me because they did not feel like desperation alone.They felt like truth.Truth she had carried too long without anyone listening. I wanted to say it back. I wanted to tell her I loved her too, wanted to hold her face and promise her everything she had ever needed. But the words stayed trapped in my chest, heavy and unmoving. Fear, guilt, duty, all of it wrapped around my throat at once. Instead, my thoughts drifted to something darker. What had been done to her before me that made her beg like this. What kind of pain taught her to believe love always left. Her fingers slid into my hair, slow and careful, like