CLAIMED BY MY CRUEL ALPHA STEPBROTHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

SeraphinaThe warm morning sun spilled softly through the sheer velvet curtains of the master suite... casting long... golden beams of light across the massive king-sized bed...My eyelids fluttered open slowly... a soft... contented sigh escaping my lips as I stretched my limbs beneath the heavy silk sheets...Every single inch of my body felt warm... soft... and completely pampered...The dark pain... the cold fear... and the terrifying memory of Killian’s toxic threats were completely gone... replaced by a deep... sweet ache that radiated straight from the freshly sealed true-mate mark on my collarbone...My fingers reached up instinctively... brushing against the sensitive skin over my bone...The mark felt warm to the touch... pulsing with a soft... gentle rhythm that mirrored my own heartbeat..."Good morning... my beautiful Luna..." a low... deep voice rasped out...Before I could even turn my head... a massive... scorching wall of dark heat shifted beside me on the mattress...

SILASThe heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut, and I didn't even bother turning on the overhead lights.The only illumination in the room came from the amber glow of the crackling fireplace and the soft moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.I had spent three hours in a grueling financial audit, clearing out the lingering corruption from Raymond's old ledgers and signing off on transferring every single piece of Bluestone wealth into Seraphina's name.My mind was exhausted. My wolf was restless. And the only thing keeping my blood pumping was the sweet, wild-berry scent of my female sitting right beside me in the dim study.She was still wearing my oversized black-and-gold captain jersey. The fabric hung off one of her soft shoulders, leaving her pale neck and the glowing silver mark on her collarbone completely bare to the firelight.The sight of my name draped over her body while my mark burned on her skin did something unhinged to my mind."Silas...?

SilasThe cold air rising off the freshly zambonied ice carried that sharp, familiar scent of chilled frost, polished steel, and deep, quiet peace...It was past midnight at the university arena... The five thousand stadium seats were completely empty, shrouded in soft, velvety darkness...I had pulled every string in the athletic department to lock out the guards, cut the loud stadium floodlights, and secure the rink for the entire night... Hanging overhead from the steel rafters, hundreds of warm, twinkling fairy lights spilled a soft, golden glow across the white ice... making the frozen surface gleam like a sea of crushed diamonds...I stood near the home bench, wrapped in my heavy dark coat, my heart hammering violently against my ribs like a wild animal trying to kick its way out of my chest...I had faced down rogue wolves in the Outlands... I had bled out from silver-poison... I had challenged my own father on the council stage... and I hadn't felt a single drop of fear...But

SilasThe heavy double doors of the Bluestone main estate clicked shut behind us, cutting off the crisp, cool night air of the valley...In my arms, Seraphina let out a bright, melodic giggle, her small hands clutching tightly to the lapels of my dark suit jacket... Her gold graduation cap was slightly askew on her head, her dark curls spilling wild and free over my forearm, and her cheeks were flushed a gorgeous, dusty pink from the champagne and the warm family toasts...We had just spent three hours at the private dining hall downtown with my father, Alpha Thorne, and Kelavra...For the first time in years, the table had been filled with genuine laughter instead of heavy pack politics or dark council threats... Thorne had looked at Seraphina with a father’s quiet, emotional pride, raising his glass to the top scholar of the university... while Kelavra had spent half the night teasing me about how I’d stood up in the front row during the ceremony, cheering so loud I’d nearly shatter

SilasThe private lounge in the basement of the Bluestone estate was usually quiet, dark, and simple...Tonight, it looked like a chaotic war zone of crushed silver party streamers, massive trays of smoked meats,endless crates of expensive dark ale, and loud, booming laughter that echoed straight through the floorboards...Jax and Marek—my two longtime line-mates from our university hockey squad—were currently standing by the heavy mahogany pool table, arguing viciously over who was supposed to be keeping score..."I'm telling you, Marek, that shot was bank-corner!" Jax yelled, slapping his wooden cue against his hand, his teeth bared in a wide, stupid grin... "You owe me twenty bucks and another round of shots!""In your dreams, Jax!" Marek barked back, laughing as he tossed a golden foil party hat straight at Jax’s face..."You couldn't hit a bank shot if the Alpha King himself ordered you to!"I sat back on the deep leather sofa, holding a heavy glass of amber whiskey in my hand, my