All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sienna twists her fingers tighter into the roots of my hair, forcing my head back.Tears prick my eyes from the sharp sting.I reach up with my good hand, clawing at her wrist, but her skin feels like solid rock."Let go of me," I gasp, my voice tight.She ignores me, yanking me backward so hard my wet sneakers drag through the loose dirt.My hands scramble for purchase, trying to pry her manicured fingers apart.Her grip is like a steel vise.I twist my torso, kicking my left leg out to trip her.My foot catches her shin, but she doesn't even stumble.She just laughs, a dark, cruel sound that echoes over the noise of the fighting rings."You really think you can fight a wolf?" Sienna mocks, dragging me past a stack of crates.I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out as my injured arm bumps against a wooden box.The fresh wound throbs in protest.Sienna does not break a sweat.She hauls my weight effortlessly across the dirt floor.No one in the training cavern turns around to he

The silver bites into my skin, sending a fresh wave of blinding heat straight down my neck.I grit my teeth to keep from screaming, refusing to give Sienna the satisfaction of hearing me beg for mercy.Morgan twists my right arm higher behind my back, forcing my chest forward so I cannot pull away from the knife.Brooke digs her manicured nails into the fresh bandage on my left arm, making my knees tremble from the sheer agony of the pressure.The toxic metal hums against my throat like a live wire, burning the delicate flesh just beneath my jaw.I can smell the sickening scent of scorched skin mixing with the stale dust of the underground armory.My eyes water from the intense pain, but I force myself to keep my gaze locked on the spoiled aristocrat standing in front of me.Sienna smiles, clearly enjoying the power trip of holding my life in her hands while her friends pin me to the concrete.She applies just enough pressure to let me know how easily she could end everything right he

I tear through the underground cavern, my bare feet kicking up clouds of loose dirt as I weave between the sparring rings.The harsh white floodlights overhead blur into a continuous, blinding streak.I push my speed past human limitations, driven by the agonizing panic radiating through my chest.Pack members stop mid-fight, lowering their fists to stare as I sprint across the training floor.A few instructors holding clipboards yell out, confused by my sudden appearance in the lower levels.I ignore their shouts and keep running, using the invisible tether of the mate bond as a compass.Every ragged breath Jaslyn takes echoes in my own lungs, fueling the feral rage threatening to rip my mind apart.She is terrified, trapped somewhere in the dark corners of this militarized facility.An older enforcer steps out from behind a row of supply boxes, holding his hand up to block my path."Alpha Ryder, we are running drills in this sector," the man warns, standing his ground.I do not slow

The frame of the steel door clatters against the floor, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.​I blink through the gray haze, my hands still pinned by Morgan and Brooke while the silver blade presses into my neck.​A tall figure steps through the wreckage of the broken barrier.​Light floods into the dim room from the hallway, outlining a broad silhouette with glowing amber eyes.​Ryder.​His chest rises and falls in jagged, violent rhythms, and the air around him feels charged with static and raw power.​Morgan lets out a sharp gasp, her fingers instantly loosening their grip on my right arm as survival instinct takes over.​Brooke stumbles backward, dropping her hold on my injured left arm and scrambling away from the center of the room.​Ryder does not even look at them as they scurry out of his path.​His gaze locks onto Sienna, who is still standing right in front of me with the silver knife in her hand.​Before Sienna can blink or raise a defense, Ryder crosses the small room in a

I squeeze her hand, silently begging her to trust me, even though I know my next words are going to break her heart.I have to de-escalate this situation before Evander signals his men to attack.I have to give them exactly what they want to hear so they lower their weapons.It is the only way to buy enough time to smuggle her past the border patrols tonight."Tell them," Sienna demands, stepping away from the concrete wall.She crosses her arms, a vicious gleam in her dark eyes."Tell the council why you are really defending this stray."The room falls dead silent.Every single wolf holds their breath, waiting for my answer.Evander rests his hand on his hip, looking incredibly smug.I look at the men guarding the exit, knowing they will shoot first and ask questions later if I declare a human as my future Luna.I let go of Jaslyn's hand.I take a half-step away from her, creating a deliberate sliver of distance between our bodies.The loss of her touch sends a sharp ache straight th