All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The tires kick up massive sheets of gray water from the wet asphalt, leaving a blinding spray in our wake.Evan sits in the passenger seat with his hands gripping the edges of his laptop.He just told me that someone else hacked the pack’s mainframe to find Jaslyn, and the words are still ringing in my ears.A cold, heavy dread settles deep in my gut.My enemies know exactly where she is."How far?" I demand, my voice dropping into a harsh growl."Two miles to the exit," Evan says, staring at the glowing map on his screen. "Take the next right."I jerk the steering wheel and cut across two lanes of traffic without using a blinker.A delivery truck blares its horn as I swerve right in front of its massive grill.I ignore the noise and keep my eyes locked on the road ahead.The steady ache in my chest pulls harder with every mile we cover.The mate bond acts like a taught string tied directly to my ribs, guiding me straight toward her.She is so close now.I can feel the faint, chaotic

The rogue screams, a high, piercing sound that bounces off the cheap motel walls.I do not let go of his wrist.The bone grinds under my tight grip, sending a fresh wave of thick, hot blood pouring over my knuckles.He tries to yank his arm back, his muddy yellow eyes wide with absolute panic.He expects me to let go.He expects the frail, terrified human girl to drop her hands and run away screaming.But that girl died on the gravel driveway last night.My newly awakened wolf snarls in the back of my mind, demanding I finish the fight before he can grab the needle again.I twist his broken arm sharply to the right.He drops to his knees, choking on his own breath as the joint pops out of place with a loud, wet crunch.I do not hesitate.I pull my right leg back and drive my foot square into the center of his chest.The impact feels like kicking a solid brick wall.I expect my ankle to snap, but my bones hold firm.The incredible force of the blow lifts the grown man right off his fee

I stay on my knee for a long moment, staring up at the woman I thought I broke.The silver light in her eyes is unmistakable.Every pup in the pack grows up hearing the old legends about the White Moon bloodline.The elders always claimed the royal wolves died out centuries ago during the first territory wars.They told us the lineage was wiped from the earth, leaving only regular Alphas to rule.They were wrong.The true royalty is standing right in front of me inside a cheap, rundown motel room.Her bare hands are coated in the fresh blood of the rogue who tried to hurt her.The crushing, agonizing pressure that tore through my chest all night finally begins to recede.Just being near her soothes the raw edges of our damaged mate bond.The magnetic pull turns into a deep, warm hum beneath my ribs.It begs me to close the final distance between us.It demands that I pull her against my chest and prove she is safe.I slowly rise to my feet, keeping my hands open and empty at my sides.

The cold rain hits my face the second I step out from under the motel awning.It washes the rogue's dark blood off my knuckles and soaks right through the thin fabric of my ruined silk dress.I don't look back at the shattered doorway, and I don't look at the Alpha King standing in the parking lot.I keep my eyes locked on the blue Honda Civic idling a few yards away.Paige is already sitting in the driver's seat with the engine running and the windshield wipers fighting against the heavy downpour.I pull on the door handle and slide into the passenger side.I drop the canvas duffel bag onto the floorboard near my feet and slam the door shut behind me."Drive," I tell her, my voice shaking.Paige doesn't ask any questions.She grabs the gear shift, throws the car into drive, and slams her foot down on the gas pedal.The tires squeal against the wet asphalt, kicking up a massive spray of dirty water as we tear out of the motel lot.The small car fishtails slightly as we hit the main ro

The blue Honda Civic rattles violently as Paige pushes the engine past eighty miles an hour.The steering wheel shakes in her hands, vibrating the entire dashboard and making the empty plastic cups in the cup holders rattle loudly.Heavy rain batters the windshield, sounding like handfuls of gravel hitting the glass.The wipers drag back and forth at maximum speed, but they barely clear the massive sheets of gray water falling from the sky."He's still there," Paige says, her voice pitching up in pure panic.She checks the rearview mirror for the fifth time in less than a minute."He's right behind us, Jaslyn. He isn't giving up."I keep my eyes locked on the small side mirror outside my passenger window.Two bright halogen headlights cut through the dark storm, staying perfectly centered in the reflection of the wet glass.They belong to Ryder's heavy black SUV, and they haven't faded once since we tore out of the motel parking lot."Should I take the next exit?" Paige asks, her knuc