CLAIMED BY MY CRUEL ALPHA STEPBROTHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

SILASThe hot, sour burn of cheap whiskey rasped up my throat as I stared down at her.The rain was falling heavier now, slapping hard against the rusted dumpster and turning her dark hair into slick, wet threads against her bare shoulders.I didn't let her finish her step backward.Before her heels could settle on the wet asphalt, I lunged forward. My heavy palm slammed flat against the red brick right next to her head with a dull, booming crack that echoed down the dark alleyway. My other hand grabbed her shoulder, shoving her small frame back hard against the rough concrete wall until the air burst out of her lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp."You don't get to run back inside, Seraphina," I growled, my deep voice grinding out like heavy stone on stone.I crowded her frame, burying her completely beneath my shadow. My broad chest pressed flat against her rising breasts, pinning her small body straight into the cold brick until she couldn't move a single fucking inch.My inner wolf was

SeraphinaThe ice-cold metal rung of the emergency ladder bit straight through the thin soles of my as I hauled myself up into the pitch-black shadows of the arena roof...My chest was heaving in fast, ragged gasps, the freezing dust sticking to the back of my throat while my heart hammered wild against my ribs... Jax’s frantic whisper from twenty minutes ago was still echoing through my brain like an alarm...They're killing each other on the ice right now, Seraphina... No pads, no refs, no guards... If you don't get your ass over to the campus rink right fucking now, one of them is coming out in a black bag...I reached the top platform, crawling on my hands and knees across the narrow steel catwalk... The air up here near the rafters was bone-chilling, smelling of old rust, stagnant grease, and the sharp, metallic bite of frozen air rising from the ice below... I crept forward into the dark, pressing my chest flat against the cold metal grating, peeking down through the steel ba

SeraphinaThe freezing, stale air high up in the dark, open catwalks smelled like heavy rust, cold machine grease, and raw, metallic blood...I was pressed flat against the long iron railing, my bare hands clutching the freezing metal bars so tight that my knuckles turned completely white...Down on the bright white ice far below, Silas was lying flat on his face in a fast-growing puddle of his own dark blood...Killian was standing right over his broken body like a huge, evil demon, grinding the dirty heel of his ice skate straight into the back of Silas's neck...I could hear the sickening sound of Silas's jaw scraping hard against the frozen red slush...Killian's dark wolf eyes flashed with pure, bitter victory under the dim yellow arena lights..."Look at you, Silas..." Killian's filthy, raspy voice echoed all the way up into the dark rafters...He ground his heel down harder, forcing Silas's bloody face deeper into the hard ice..."You are dying right here on the ice while I tak

KELAVRAThe doors of the main estate office slammed shut behind us, the loud bang echoing through the tall plaster ceilings like a gunshot in a dead room...The air inside the dark study was suffocating, thick with the bitter reek of stale cigar smoke, wet leather, cold rain, and the burning, suffocating pressure of my father's Alpha aura...Beta Raymond stood tall behind his massive mahogany desk, his broad shoulders locked rigid under his dark wool suit jacket, his heavy face flushed bright red with a terrifying, dangerous fury...I kept my boots planted firm on the dark Persian rug right near the entryway, keeping my chin up while my chest stayed locked tight...Every single wolf instinct in my body was screaming at me to lower my eyes, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch...Beside me, Killian leaned back against the edge of the leather sofa looking like absolute shit...His sharp jaw was swollen purple where Silas had smashed his face into the ice rink b

SILASThe mahogany desk between us smelled of stale wax, dark ink, and fresh parchment, but the only thing filling my senses was the reek of Killian's fear...He tried to hide it behind that arrogant, tight-lipped smirk, but the faint scent of sour sweat rolling off his neck gave him away completely...My wolf paced frantic, bloody circles behind my ribs, slamming his heavy paws against my lungs and demanding that I lunged across the lacquered wood to rip Killian's jaw right off his face...The black silver-poison in my blood was burning hot through my veins, making the fresh surgical stitches beneath my dark leather jacket throb with a sharp, sickening pulse..."Pick up the pen, Silas," Beta Raymond growled, his low Alpha voice vibrating through the heavy plaster walls of the campus boardroom like a heavy sledgehammer...My father stood at the head of the long table, his broad shoulders locked rigid under his tailored wool coat, his dark eyes glowing with a faint, lethal yellow wolf-