All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY CRUEL ALPHA STEPBROTHER : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KillianSilence smashed into the ruined foyer like a dropped weight, thick with the sick reek of raw copper, silver-poison, and cold sweat.Silas didn't fucking move.He stood frozen on the shattered tile, his massive chest hitching in shallow, agonizing gasps as my ultimate demand hung in the dead air between us.I could hear his heart thrashing against his ribs like a trapped animal. I could hear his inner wolf whining deep in his chest—a pathetic, broken sound that made my skin prickle with pure, intoxicating power."Make your fucking choice, Silas," I whispered, stepping right into his personal space until my suit jacket almost brushed his bare, blood-slicked chest."Right goddamn now."I watched his jaw lock so brutally hard his back teeth groaned under the pressure. His sharp Alpha fangs punched clean through his bruised bottom lip, sending a fresh stream of dark, silver-laced blood tracking down his chin and dripping onto my floor.He looked like a corpse. He looked like a rabi

SERAPHINAThe heavy iron bolt slammed home from the outside with a sickening, metallic thud."Enjoy the suite, ex-captain!" Killian’s smug voice echoed through the thick mahogany door, followed by the harsh laughter of his guards. "My men have a lot of your blood to scrub off my foyer floor! You two take all the time you need!"The heavy footsteps faded down the corridor, leaving a suffocating, feverish silence in the grand suite.I stood frozen near the edge of the carved Four-Poster bed, my heart thrashing like a caged animal against my ribs. The air in the room was dense, thick, and burning hot with the dark, heavy scent of storm clouds, copper, and unhinged Alpha rage.Silas stood three feet from the door, his massive back turned to me. His bare shoulders were heaving in ragged, shallow gasps, black silver-laced sweat dripping off his shoulder blades onto the dark rug. The surgical stitches across his ribs were completely shredded, dark blood oozing steadily down his abs and soaki

KillianThe heavy deadbolt slid back with a loud, metallic click that sliced straight through the cold morning silence.I pushed the room door open with my foot, stepping across the threshold while taking a slow, easy sip from my glass of whiskey. The air hitting my face was thick and suffocating, reeking of raw sex, copper, cold sweat, and dried silver-poison.The whole room was a total fucking disaster.Glass from the broken sink was scattered across the rug, the chairs were smashed against the walls, and the bed sheets were ripped to shreds.Silas was sitting on the edge of the mattress like a dying corpse.His bare chest was a horrifying wreck of open stitches, torn skin, and black silver-burns, his skin as pale as ash. His dark, blown-out Alpha eyes locked onto mine with enough unhinged hatred to tear my throat off my neck if his wrecked body could actually stand up.Beside him, Seraphina pulled a dirty sheet up to her bare shoulders, her body trembling violently under my gaze.M

SERAPHINAThe air inside the sports library was freezing... smelling of harsh bleach... wet wool... and rotting paper.I sat alone at a low wooden table shoved deep into the darkest back corner of the book stacks, hiding my body behind a massive pile of leather-bound athletic registers. My entire frame was throbbing with a dull, sickening pain from the brutal brawl out on the quad. My scalp was still burning where Trixie had yanked my hair back... my jaw was locked tight... and my hands were trembling violently deep inside the pockets of my thin jacket.Silas was somewhere down in the ice-cold basement of the arena... clearing out his varsity locker before Killian’s six o'clock deadline expired.He had refused to let me step foot down those concrete stairs with him. When we crossed the threshold of the building, he had grabbed my arm with his bloody fingers, shoved me hard toward the library doors, and barked straight into my face to sit my ass down and stay out of his fucking sight w

KELAVRAThe player tunnel smelled like damp concrete, fresh sweat, and copper from the blood on my knuckles.I caught up to Killian near the heavy steel doors of the equipment room.His white varsity sweater was ripped down the left collar. His nose was completely swollen and crooked, red blood dripping continuously down his chin and staining the navy blue neckband of his jersey."Killian!" I yelled, my voice echoing loudly off the low cement ceiling.He stopped dead in his tracks, but he did not turn around to face me right away."Get the fuck out of my way, Kelavra," he growled, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his leather hockey glove."I am not in the mood for your fucking bullshit right now."I took three fast, aggressive steps and grabbed his right shoulder, yanking him around to face me."You need to listen to me right fucking now, you arrogant piece of shit!" I roared, my whole frame shaking with pure, burning rage."You saw what just happened out on that ice!""The guy