บททั้งหมดของ MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

My knuckles throb with a dull, steady ache beneath the cuffs of my crisp white shirt.The cuts are still fresh from punching the solid concrete wall in the underground armory earlier today.The physical pain is absolutely nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest every time I take a breath.I step out of the quiet study, and the roar of the Alumni Gala hits me instantly.The heavy wooden doors close behind Evan and me, sealing off the only quiet sanctuary left in the estate.Hundreds of wealthy pack members fill the grand foyer, holding tall champagne flutes and exchanging polite, meaningless conversation.They wear tailored tuxedos and expensive evening gowns, projecting an image of civilized high society.Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floors, making the room look like a scene from a royal court.Underneath all the silk and diamonds, they are nothing but ruthless predators waiting for a show of dominance.They want to see their fut

The sudden quiet in the ballroom rings in my ears.Hundreds of guests are staring at me, and the sheer weight of their attention makes my skin actually crawl.They look at me like I am a wounded animal trapped in a cage.Sienna stands right in front of me with a smug, triumphant smile plastered on her face.She holds a large crystal glass of red wine in her right hand, casually tapping her silver fingernails against the fragile stem.The pack elders stand directly behind her like a wall of solid stone, silently daring me to make a move against their future queen.I tighten my grip on my small velvet purse until my knuckles ache.I just need to get out the service doors so I can find Paige and leave this nightmare behind."Move out of my way," I tell her, keeping my voice low so the elders don't hear my voice shake."Why would I do that?" Sienna asks, taking a slow sip from her glass. "The regional leaders are just dying to meet you."I glance past her shoulder, measuring the distance

The freezing red wine soaks into the heavy silk of my dress and runs down my stomach in cold, sticky trails.I stand paralyzed under the stone archway as the dark liquid drips off the intricate beadwork and splashes onto the polished floor.My breath hitches in my throat, but I cannot pull enough air into my lungs.Hundreds of wealthy guests surround me, their cruel laughter ringing in my ears.The noise washes over me in relentless, humiliating waves.Women in expensive gowns point at me from the dance floor, covering their mouths to hide their sneers.Older council members chuckle and shake their heads in open disgust.They have spent the entire night looking for an excuse to cast me out, and Sienna just handed it to them.My cheeks burn with a hot, miserable flush as the reality of the trap settles deep into my bones.I try to brush the wine off my chest, but my wet gloves only smear the stain further across the beautiful green fabric.Sienna stands right in front of me with a smug

The silence in the grand ballroom is so absolute that my own shallow breathing sounds too loud.Sienna’s harsh demand hangs in the freezing air between us, vibrating with malicious intent.Hundreds of wealthy guests are watching me, their predatory eyes glowing in the dim light of the crystal chandeliers.Flashes of amber, gold, and piercing blue pierce the shadows of the crowded room.They look like a pack of starving wolves circling a wounded deer in the dead of winter, just waiting for the Alpha to make the first strike.The cold red wine continues to soak through my ruined silk dress and drip onto my expensive shoes.The wet chill seeps into my skin and makes my teeth chatter, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.I wrap my arms tightly around my waist, trying to hide the massive dark stain ruining the emerald fabric.Every single gaze burns into my skin, heavy with judgment and disgust.They are all measuring my worth against their ancient traditions, and t

The final words of the rejection leave my mouth and hang heavily in the dead air of the grand ballroom.​I brace myself for the inevitable snap of the mate bond.​I have watched other wolves reject their mates over the years, and I know exactly how the ancient magic operates.​The tether between our souls is supposed to dissolve into nothing, leaving both parties free to walk away without looking back.​I expect to feel a sudden, freezing emptiness hollow out my chest.​I am prepared to feel isolated and untouchable, stepping fully into the role of the perfect executioner the council demands.​I dig my polished shoes into the floorboards and stand tall, waiting for the cold relief of the severing to wash over me.​Evander Knox nods slowly from the edge of the dance floor, assuming the brutal show is finished and he has won his political war.​I keep my face perfectly blank, preparing to turn my back on Jaslyn and walk away so she can safely leave the territory.​Then she screams.​The