All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jaslyn plants her white sneakers in the wet gravel right in front of the massive iron gates.She does not look back at the cars, and she does not hesitate.She swings the heavy tire iron down with a vicious, fluid motion.The thick metal strikes the rusted padlock with a deafening crack that echoes over the thunder.Sparks fly into the dark morning air, fizzling out instantly in the heavy downpour.The massive steel lock does not just break or snap open.It shatters.Chunks of heavy, rusted metal explode outward, scattering across the flooded driveway like deadly shrapnel.The thick chains holding the gates together suddenly lose their tension.They slide off the iron bars and hit the deep mud with a dull, heavy thud.Beside me in the passenger seat, Evan actually stops breathing.He stares through the wet glass, his eyes wide and his jaw slightly open."Did you just see that?" he whispers, his voice trembling in the quiet cabin."I saw it," I reply, keeping my eyes locked on her back

The doors sit slightly ajar, left open by Jaslyn and her human friend just a few minutes ago.I slip through the narrow gap and step into the ruined lobby of the asylum.The air inside is thick and stale, smelling strongly of black mold and wet plaster.My wet boots make almost no noise as I walk across the cracked tile floor, stepping carefully over the debris.I ignore the smashed reception desks and the overturned waiting chairs scattered in the dark.My focus stays locked on the harsh, foul scent lingering in the damp air.The sour smell of unwashed fur mixes with a sharp hint of old gasoline.The rogues tried to mask their trail with the fuel, pouring it over the floorboards to confuse any trackers.The trick might work on a young wolf, but it does not work on an Alpha.I can track them perfectly through the chemical stench.I move past the main lobby and enter a long, winding corridor branching off to the right side of the building.The boarded-up windows block out the gray morn

Dark water splashes up in a wide arc, soaking the hem of my ruined silk dress and spotting my bare legs.I drop to my knees right beside the rusted metal, ignoring the freezing puddle seeping through my clothes."Shine the light down here," I tell Paige, my voice tight with a sudden, frantic urgency.Paige drops down next to me, her own knees splashing into the shallow water pooling in the basement aisle.She holds her phone with both hands to keep the flashlight steady, but her fingers are trembling badly.Another massive crash shakes the concrete ceiling directly above our heads.A thin layer of gray dust drifts down from the exposed pipes and coats the floating debris around us."Jaslyn, please," Paige begs, darting a terrified look toward the dark stairwell."They are going to come down here. We have to hide before they find us.""I just need one minute," I insist, reaching into the damp pile of manila folders.I refuse to walk away now.The people fighting upstairs are standing b

A sudden, sharp pop echoes through the thick concrete ceiling.It sounds muffled and distant, but the deep vibration rattles the rusted pipes right above our heads.A fresh sprinkle of gray dust drifts down into the dark water pooling around my knees.Paige jumps backward, her boots splashing loudly in the shallow puddle."What was that?" she asks, her voice pitching up in pure terror.She swings her flashlight toward the empty doorway, her hand shaking so badly the beam dances across the damp walls."That didn't sound like a table breaking, Jaslyn. That sounded like a gunshot."I do not answer her right away.I just stare at the damp medical file floating in the dirty water near my legs.The faded blue ink is burned into the back of my eyelids, repeating the terrible truth over and over again.Admitted by Alpha King Damien Blackwood.My hands tremble so hard I can barely feel my own fingers.Ryder's father brought my pregnant mother to this decaying stone fortress nineteen years ago.

I clutch the old Polaroid picture so tightly the thick white edges bite into my palm.My thumb rests gently over the image of my mother's face, protecting the glossy paper from the freezing water dripping off my wet hair.The muffled pop from upstairs still rings in my ears, echoing down the long concrete stairwell.It sounded distant, but the sudden vibration was strong enough to shake a fresh layer of gray dust from the basement ceiling.The dust settles over the dark water pooling around my knees.Paige grabs my arm again, pulling me away from the rusted filing cabinet.Her fingernails dig right through the wet, ruined silk of my green sleeve."Jaslyn, we need to hide," she begs, her voice shaking violently in the dark."We have to find a supply closet or shut this heavy vault door right now."I want to agree with her.My human instincts scream at me to stay in the dark archive room and wait for the terrible danger to pass.I just found the truth about my past, and I should protect