Todos los capítulos de Reborn for my Step brother: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

TRISTAN I stood in the dark hallway above the rink and watched them celebrate like they had already won the whole championship. The arena still shook with noise. Blue and silver flags waved in every direction. People screamed my brother’s name over and over until their voices cracked. “Trenton! Trenton! Trenton!” The sound made my jaw lock and my hands curl into fists inside my pockets.He had done it again. Another brutal game. Another heavy hit straight into that damaged shoulder. And still he got back up. Still he finished the match. Still the commentators on the loud speakers called him the heart of Winterridge. I listened to every word and felt bitter rage burn through my chest.Every plan I made was supposed to break him. The loose skate blade. The drugs I had planted in Lucien’s locker. The players I paid to target his injury. Each one should have ended his season. Instead the stories only grew bigger and louder. Sports reporters in every werewolf territory talked about his co

ARIAI stepped out of the car and looked up at the big Lockwood estate. The tall windows glowed with warm light. The garden smelled like roses and fresh grass. It was the first weekend we were all allowed to come home after so many hard championship matches. Everyone said it would be a peaceful family time. But I could feel secrets hanging in the air like thick fog.Trenton got out of his own car a few minutes later. His face looked tired. Dark circles sat under his eyes. He moved slower than usual, and I knew his shoulder was still hurting badly. He had been hiding the pain from his parents for weeks. When he saw me he gave a small smile, but it did not reach his eyes.“Hey,” he said quietly when no one else was close. “I missed this place. And you.”I wanted to hug him right there. Instead I kept my voice soft. “I missed you too. How bad is the shoulder today?”He glanced toward the front door where his parents might appear. “Worse. But they can’t know yet. Not until the championshi

TRISTAN I stood still while Aria clung to me under the moonlight. Her tears soaked into my shirt. Her arms locked tight around my waist like she was afraid I would disappear. She kept crying the same words again and again between heavy sobs.“He’s so possessive now,” she cried. “He watches every step I take. He won’t let me out of his sight. He said if I ever try to leave him he will kill me. I don’t know how to get away long enough to tell you anything. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you again.”I wrapped my arms around her the way a kind brother would. I stroked her soft hair slowly with one hand and kept my voice gentle.“It’s okay,” I said. “Just breathe. You’re safe right now. I understand how hard this has been for you. You’ve done better than most people would in your place.”Inside my head every single word she spoke was being pulled apart and examined. Her tears looked real. Her voice shook in all the right places. The way her shoulders trembled felt genuine. But the timin

THIRD PERSON The news about Maya spread through Winterridge University faster than a strong wind on a cold day. One morning she was still the top student many people looked up to. By the afternoon her name was on almost every tongue. Students stood in small groups near the library steps and spoke in low voices. Professors who once praised her work now opened her old assignments and studied them with careful eyes. Even the teachers in the faculty office began treating her differently. They answered her questions with short sentences and no longer invited her to stay after class for extra talk.Maya spent most of her days trying to defend herself. She stopped people in the hallways and spoke in a loud, shaky voice that cracked with anger and fear.“Someone is framing me,” she said to a group of girls near the cafeteria doors. Her hands were clenched tight at her sides. “I never cheated on those tests. Those records are lies. Someone wants to destroy my future because they are jealous.”

MAYAI stood in the empty hallway outside Tristan’s dorm room and waited for him to open the door. My hands were tight around the strap of my bag. Every time we met lately he seemed angrier than the time before. His carefully planned schemes kept falling apart one after another, and he never explained why. He only told me to wait. Wait for the next idea. Wait for him to fix everything. I was getting very tired of waiting.The door opened. Tristan’s face looked hard and tired. Dark circles sat under his eyes. He did not smile.“Come in,” he said in a short voice. “Make it quick. I do not have much time.”I stepped inside. The room smelled like cold air and old coffee. Clothes were thrown over a chair. He did not offer me a seat. He just stood by the window with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.“Nothing is working,” he said before I could even speak. “The skate failed. The hits on his shoulder failed. The drugs in Lucien’s locker failed. Even the elders are looking at me differe