Todos los capítulos de CLAIMED BY MY CRUEL ALPHA STEPBROTHER : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

SILASI sat at the long mahogany board table in my torn, blood-stained white jersey. My knuckles were raw, split wide open, and leaking dark blood straight onto the polished wood. Every joint in my hands throbbed with a heavy, sickening ache from beating Miller’s face into the ice sheet, but I sat there completely still. My broad shoulders were locked tight, my jaw set like iron, my arms crossed heavy over my chest.Across the table, my father stood at the head of the room. Alpha Thorne was breathing hard, his throat veins bulging, his dark eyes filled with absolute fury as he slammed his heavy fists down onto the table."Look at you! Look at your fucking hands!" Alpha Thorne bellowed, his loud voice echoing off the glass walls of the stadium office. "You took eight penalties in a single game! You assaulted an official on the ice! You beat an opposing forward unconscious on live television and got yourself slapped with an automatic three-game suspension before the second period even e

SERAPHINAThe door to the hotel suite clicked shut, leaving the room in absolute silence.I stood by the glass coffee table, staring at the forged betting ledgers Killian had left behind. My skin was still prickling with disgust, my wolf pacing low beneath my ribs, her claws scraping against my chest as if trying to tear the memory of Killian's soft fingers off my clothes.A split second later, the double doors at the end of the entry frame slammed open with a violent, deafening bang that shook the glass windows.Silas stood in the threshold, towering, dark, and drenched in the freezing rain that had started outside. His white shirt was soaked through, clinging to the broad, heavy muscle of his shoulders, and fresh blood was still oozing from the split on his bottom lip where he had fought down at the docks. His dark gold eyes were completely pitch black, his inner wolf radiating a suffocating, feverish heat that turned the quiet room scalding hot in a single breath."Killian's colog

SERAPHINA The team had just won the hunt championship, and the room was a total warzone of howling wolves, popping champagne corks, and heavy fists slamming into locker doors. Guys were screaming at the top of their lungs, dumping ice buckets over each other, and drenching the floor in cheap alcohol.I stood near the equipment stack by the back exit, holding my wooden clipboard tight against my chest. My hands were shaking. My wolf was pacing restless, frantic circles behind my ribs, completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of victorious male energy vibrating through the room. I just wanted to finish counting the returned jerseys, hand the inventory sheet over, and get out of this place before I choked on the heavy scent of them.Kelavra stepped out of the mob, wiping a mixture of ice water and sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. His chest was heaving, his wolf still buzzing under his skin from the win. He offered me a plastic cup filled to the brim with champagne, hi

SERAPHINAThe burning amber whiskey was going down way too fast, but I could not bring myself to give a single fucking shit.Every time my heavy crystal glass hit the polished marble table empty, Alex poured another heavy splash of liquor without hesitation, his smooth green eyes tracking my every move with an intense, flattering warmth. I threw back shot after shot of dark tequila alongside the whiskey, completely determined to drown out every last lingering memory of Silas, his suffocating Alpha pressure, the blackmail video, and the constant, violent fear that gripped my chest back at the pack house. My brain felt thick, heavy, and foggy, the edges of the dark wolf lounge blurring into a warm haze of heavy bass, flashing golden lights, and foreign wolf scents drifting through the room.My inner wolf was completely slumped against my ribs, heavy, vulnerable, and thoroughly drunk off the alcohol, her sharp predator instincts dulled to a crawl by the steady flow of poison pouring dow

SERAPHINAAlex was gurgling on his own teeth, his torn chest leaking dark red onto the freezing pavement while his legs twitched like a dying animal.Kelavra kicked the back door open, his jaw dropping in pure horror as he looked at the blood-soaked concrete and then at Silas's bloody knuckles."Are you out of your fucking mind, Silas?!"Kelavra bellowed at the top of his lungs, his upper lip pulling back over his sharp canines as an aggressive, defensive snarl ripped from deep inside his chest."You just slaughtered a guest inside our territory, you psychotic, unhinged piece of shit!"Silas did not even give his brother the satisfaction of a glance. He violently flexed his broad shoulders, ripping Killian's heavy grip off his body like he was brushing off a fucking bug.Silas stalked toward me, his heavy leather boots leaving sticky red prints on the cold stone while his pitch-black wolf eyes locked directly onto my mouth. The thick, suffocating Alpha pressure radiating off his skin