All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

A massive cloud of gray dust and shattered stone explodes out into the dark night. Jaslyn doesn't even slow down. She tears through the solid wall of the asylum like it is made of fragile glass, leaving a gaping hole in the back of the burning lobby.I tighten my grip on Paige's legs and run.I charge through the fresh opening, my heavy boots crushing the broken bricks scattered across the ground. We clear the crumbling foundation just as another massive wooden beam collapses inside the reception area. Sparks fly out the hole behind us, but we are finally out of the trap.The freezing rain hits my face the second we cross the tree line.It is pouring down in heavy, blinding sheets. The storm washes away the suffocating heat of the fire and the toxic smell of burning gasoline. I suck the cold, wet air into my lungs, grateful for the sharp sting it leaves in my throat. Every breath hurts, but it means I am still alive.I carry Paige across the overgrown courtyard, putting as much distan

Jaslyn hits the freezing mud. She is bare, stripped of the ruined clothes she wore inside the burning asylum. The magical shift consumed the fabric, leaving her with nothing to protect her from the freezing storm.The pouring rain hammers down on her pale skin. She curls into a tight, shivering ball in the dirt, her knees pulled tight against her chest. Her wet hair clings to her face as she shakes uncontrollably.A sharp, collective gasp ripples through the line of armed enforcers standing by the black SUVs.My inner wolf snaps.The violent, possessive rage explodes in my chest, hitting me so hard my vision actually blurs at the edges. A deafening roar tears out of my ruined throat. It is a pure, instinctual sound of absolute fury. I do not care that my lungs still burn from inhaling the toxic smoke inside the hospital. I do not care that my father is standing just a few yards away, watching us from the shadows of the vehicles.They are looking at my mate. They are staring at her whi

Jaslyn hits my chest hard. I wrap my arms around her shoulders to keep her from falling, pulling her back against me. She doesn't take her eyes off the small, faded photograph tucked into the yellowed pages of the journal.I look over her shoulder at the old picture. The woman smiling under the blue sky has the exact same silver-flecked eyes, the same dark hair, and the same curve of her jaw. It is like looking at a ghost.The heavy silence in the room stretches until it feels ready to snap. Paige sits frozen on the hearth, clutching her water bottle. The fire crackles loudly behind us, casting long, dark shadows across the stone floor.Damien stands perfectly still. He holds the journal open, watching the devastating realization hit Jaslyn."She was my true mate," my father says. His voice is nothing but a hollow, broken rasp. "Elora was my mate. But you are her daughter, Jaslyn. Not mine."The words drop like heavy stones onto the cold slate.Jaslyn stops breathing. I feel the sudde

The heavy door slams shut behind Damien Blackwood.The loud echo bounces off the dark stone walls of the mountain fortress, leaving a sudden, ringing silence in its wake. The former King's heavy footsteps fade quickly down the corridor. He is already gone, rushing back out into the storm to hunt down Vanessa and secure the stolen armory codes.I am left alone with Ryder in the warm, fire-lit room.Paige slipped out a few minutes ago, led away by a guard to find a dry room and clean clothes. She needed space to process the chaos, and I did not try to stop her.I stare at the closed door, pulling the edges of Ryder’s heavy trench coat tight across my chest. My wet hair clings to the back of my neck. The roaring fire in the massive stone hearth cracks loudly, throwing long orange shadows across the slate floor.I look down at the old leather journal resting on the edge of the hearth.Elora Moon. She was my mother, and she was Damien’s true mate.The reality of the former King's confessio

The freezing wind whips across the open mountain courtyard, tearing violently through my damp hair. I stand in the center of the training grounds, the hard dirt frozen solid beneath my borrowed boots. The lingering threat of a Blood Witch hunting me down leaves no room for hesitation or fear. If Vanessa is sending a magical assassin to drag me back to the capital, I have to learn how to fight back immediately.Damien stands a few yards away, his broad shoulders wrapped in a thick wool coat. He is not my father, but he holds the only surviving knowledge of what my mother could do. He spent decades studying Elora’s journals, preparing for the day the White Moon magic would finally wake in my blood."The White Moon magic is not a weapon of destruction, Jaslyn," Damien says, his deep voice carrying easily over the howling storm. "It is a force of command and restoration. You have to stop treating it like a loaded gun."I close my eyes, trying to find that massive well of power I unlocked