All Chapters of MY ALPHA STEP BROTHERS ARE MY MATE?: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

RYTHAN BLACKTHORNE (wolf: Razhan)The door swung open, and for a second my brain simply refused to process what I was looking at.There she is.Weeks of searching, weeks of guilt eating me alive one meal at a time, and there she was — standing in Aunty Ruby's living room, hair pulled back, looking more alive than I'd seen her in weeks.And some man was holding her hand.'Breathe,' Razhan growled low in my chest, though he didn't sound particularly convinced by his own advice.Beside me, Kythan had gone completely still — the dangerous kind of still. Zithan's jaw was working, muscle ticking under his skin.Celine pulled her hand free the second she registered us. Fast. Instinctive. "What—" she started, voice unsteady. "What are you all doing here?""We could ask you the same thing," Kythan said, voice dangerously flat, eyes fixed on the man beside her. "Starting with him." Rolan stepped forward, brow furrowed, glancing between his cousins and Celine like he was trying to piece toget

KYTHAN BLACKTHORNE (wolf: Vexan)I lifted her off the couch myself, refusing to let either of my brothers carry her, her weight settling against my chest lighter than it should have been — too light, like the past few weeks had hollowed something out of her."Aunty, which room is hers?" I asked, voice rougher than I meant it to come out."Second door on the right, upstairs." Ruby was already moving ahead of us to clear the way.I carried her up the stairs carefully, every step careful, like a wrong move might shatter whatever fragile thread was keeping her tethered to consciousness. The room smelled faintly of her — lavender, something warmer underneath it that I'd recognize blindfolded after all these months. I laid her down on the bed as gently as I could manage, straightening the blanket over her legs before I even let myself step back.The three of us stood there afterward, pacing in slow, overlapping circles around the small room, nobody quite willing to sit, nobody quite able t

CELINE (wolf: Casey)The last thing I remembered clearly was rage.Watching Kythan storm toward Martin, fists already curling, something in me had snapped wide open — not likeness for Martin, just pure fury, white-hot and immediate. I'd felt something surge through my hands as I shoved him, some kind of current I'd never felt before, like my own skin had turned live wire for half a second.Then everything drained out of me at once. My knees buckled. The room tilted sideways.After some while— heat. Not the room's heat. Something internal, crawling up from somewhere deep, and underneath it, a voice. Familiar. Kythan's voice, except I was hearing it from somewhere strange, like it was coming from inside my own skull instead of across a room.Then it felt like my insides wanted to tear apart.Casey was fighting. I could feel her — fully shifted somewhere in that dark, formless space inside me.She was snarling, snapping at something invisible, something that pressed back against her wi

CELINEWe continued walking, the evening breeze cool against my face. My mind kept circling back to that message — finally, I have found where you have been hiding. And for a moment, real fear coiled tight in my chest. Whoever it was knew exactly where I was. That wasn’t nothing.Then I made myself breathe through it. Probably a wrong number, I told myself again, firmer this time. Someone’s idea of a prank. I wasn’t going to let one unexplained text unravel what little peace I’d clawed back today. I had bigger things to actually worry about.Rolan, though, clearly hadn’t convinced himself of the same thing. He kept glancing over his shoulder, shoulders tight, scanning the street like he expected someone to step out of the shadows at any second.“Celine, I think we should head back,” he finally said, after a long stretch of silence.I turned to face him, eyes narrowing. “We haven’t even been out here thirty minutes, Rolan.”“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head, jaw set.I leaned in sl

CELINE (wolf: Casey)Shame hit me like cold water, and I pulled away hard, my hand flying up to strike him — but he caught my wrist before it landed, flipping me so fast my back hit the wall before I'd even registered the movement.I struggled against his grip. He didn't budge an inch."Fierce, huh," he murmured against my ear, the hard press of him unmistakable against my thigh.‘He's so fucking hard.’ The thought flashed through my mind before I could stop it, and I hated myself for it instantly."What gave you the right to kiss me?" I yelled into his face, fury rising to drown out everything else."Because you are mine," he said, carelessly, like it was a simple fact, eyes diving straight into mine — fire, desire, nothing hidden about either one. "You've always been mine, Celine. Even when I was too much of a coward to say it out loud."The word struck somewhere deep, somewhere I'd locked up tight weeks ago, stirring something I refused to let surface. I wouldn't let it. Not after