Lahat ng Kabanata ng CLAIMED BY MY CRUEL ALPHA STEPBROTHER : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

SILASI stepped onto the ice and I could already feel the rage simmering beneath my skin, the cold air hit my face and the sound of skates cutting through the ice echoed around the rink, but all I could focus on was him, Alex, standing at the other end of the rink in our team colors like he fucking belonged there, like he had any right to be on this ice, I watched him laugh at something one of the other players said and I wanted to shove my stick down his throatThe puck dropped and I moved, fast and hard and aggressive, I was going to play this game like my life depended on it, I was going to show everyone what I was made of, and I was going to make sure Alex regretted ever stepping foot on this ice, I slammed into the first player I saw, sending him flying into the boards, I did not even know who it was, I just knew I needed to hit somethingThe game went on and I played like a man possessed, I shoved and I slashed and I hit everything that moved, I did not care about the rules, I d

SILASKillian did not flinch, he just looked at me with those knowing eyes, "You're going to lose everything, Silas, your father, your pack, your standing, her, everything, because you can't let go, because you can't accept that you're not in control"I opened my mouth to argue but the door to the locker room swung open and one of the pack guards walked in, his face was grim and his voice was clipped, "Alpha Thorne wants to see you, now"I felt my stomach drop and my heart started pounding, this was it, this was the moment I had been dreading, the moment I had to face my father and explain why I had almost killed someone on the ice, why I had embarrassed him in front of the entire pack, why I had thrown away everything he had given meKelavra put his hand on my shoulder and his voice was soft, "Good luck, man"I shrugged him off and I walked out of the locker room, my steps heavy and my mind racing, I knew what was waiting for me, I knew the disappointment and the anger and the cold,

SERAPHINAThe locker room reeked of iron, sweat, and cheap bleach.It was thick enough to coat the back of my throat, a foul, metallic grease that made me want to throw up. By the time the medical crew hauled Alex’s broken body off the bleachers and the rest of the team scurried out, I was the only person left in the concrete room.On my knees. On the cold, wet rubber mats.I scrubbed at the drying smear of crimson Alex had left behind. I dug the coarse brush so hard into the mat that my knuckles tore open against the rubber. Bleach stung the raw cuts. I welcomed the burn because it kept me from screaming.Inside my chest, my wolf was a wreck. She paced back and forth behind my ribs, her claws tearing at my lungs. She whimpered every time a door creaked down the hall.Shut the fuck up, I snarled at her internally, slamming my mental doors shut. You are weak and useless. Shut up.She did not shut up. She was terrified because she knew what was coming before I even heard the heavy thud

SERAPHINAThe Bloodmoon pack arena was a fucking icebox.It reeked of damp sweat, stale beer, and the foul, sour stench of rogue wolves. Unlike our clean home rink, this place was a run-down dump on the edge of the northern border. The plexiglass was covered in old blood, and the air was so cold my breath came out in thick white clouds.I stood behind the trainer’s bench, my fingers digging so hard into the cold metal railing that my knuckles turned white."Look at him out there," Kelavra muttered, leaning over the bench wall next to me, his breath smelling like copper and energy drink. "Silas is playing like he wants to die today. He is going to get his fucking neck broken.""Good," I spat, my eyes locked on Silas’s broad back as he cut through the ice. "I hope they carry him out on a stretcher.""You do not mean that shit, Seraphina," Kelavra growled under his breath, glaring at me. "If Silas goes down, Drake takes this entire rink. We lose the border.""I do not give a single fuck

SERAPHINAThe mansion garage was cold as hell, smelling like stale exhaust, motor oil, and raw steel.It was two in the morning. The entire pack house upstairs was completely dead to the world, but my brain wouldn’t stop screaming. My blood was boiling, hot and toxic, churning through my veins until my hands wouldn't stop shaking. My wolf was pacing inside my chest, scratching her claws against my ribs, just as pissed off as I was.I stood in the far corner of the dark workshop, lit only by the green digital screen of the skate-sharpening rig. Mounted on the heavy oak workbench were Silas’s custom Bauer game skates. Carbon fiber, black leather, and heavy steel blades that were sharp enough to slice through an Omega’s throat if he put enough weight behind a turn.I grabbed a flat diamond file off the magnetic strip on the wall.He thinks he can pin me to a table, I thought, my knuckles turning white around the steel handle as pure, unadulterated rage burned through my chest. He thinks