บททั้งหมดของ MY POSSESSIVE ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS MY MATE: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

She wrung her pale hands together, her designer dress swaying around her ankles as she muttered under her breath in a state of pure, unadulterated panic.She did not look like a relieved mother waiting for her son to return from a dangerous conflict in the woods.Instead, she looked like a desperate addict waiting for a fix, her wide eyes darting wildly across the driveway as our vehicles parked.I expected to see an entire team of elite, highly trained private physicians waiting behind her with sterile trauma kits and bags of saline.Damien promised me top-tier medical care, and the Blackwood family certainly possessed the financial resources to hire the best trauma surgeons in the state.However, Vanessa was not standing with a team of professional doctors.She was standing next to a single, twitchy man who made every single one of my nursing instincts scream in absolute terror.He was a thin, frail-looking man with greasy gray hair slicked back against his scalp, and he wore a wrin

Ryder's warning hung in the frigid mountain air, sharp and unyielding.The twitchy man froze mid-step with his arm still extended toward us.His watery eyes widened in absolute terror as he stared at the glowing amber irises of the naked heir blocking his path.His trembling fingers tightened around the massive plastic syringe, making the murky green liquid slosh against the measurement lines.I kept my fingers securely knotted in the waistband of Ryder's sweatpants, using his solid frame as an impenetrable shield against the surrounding enforcers.However, my nursing training refused to let me ignore the dangerous medical equipment hovering just a few yards away.I peeked out from behind Ryder's broad shoulder to get a better look at the needle.Standard medical serums were clear or pale yellow, yet this substance was a thick, unnatural green that looked like toxic sludge.It smelled faintly of bleach and crushed weeds, irritating the back of my throat even from a distance."What is

Damien’s retreating footsteps faded down the long marble corridor, leaving Jaslyn and me standing alone in the deafening silence of the estate.My bare chest heaved as I struggled to rein in the ferocious, bloodthirsty beast clawing at the inside of my skull.A fierce, uncontrollable tremor wrecked my hands, the residual rage from holding my own mother suspended by her throat still burning through my veins.The phantom sensation of Vanessa's pulse fluttering under my grip lingered on my palms, a grim reminder of how close I came to committing murder on the front porch.I wanted to tear the marble pillars down, to hunt my parents through their own pristine hallways and make them pay for hurting my family.They treated this innocent girl like collateral damage, orchestrating a decade-long con

Jaslyn stares up at me, her dark eyes wide and searching."Bound by the soul," she whispers, testing the words on her split lip. "That isn't real, Ryder. You are talking like we are in some fantasy movie.""You saw me shift in the woods," I remind her gently. "You watched a monster turn into a man on the dirt road. You cannot apply normal human logic to us."She shakes her head, taking a tiny, hesitant step back on the marble floor."But how does it work?" she asks, her hands trembling as she gestures between us. "How can I be tied to someone I barely know?""Because the Moon Goddess designed it that way," I answer.She scoffs, a short, breathless sound of disbelief."Wait, you worship a goddess?" Jaslyn interrupts, her brow furrowing. "So she just pairs people up? Like some kind of ancient arranged marriage?""She isn't just a myth in a textbook, Jaslyn. She created our kind."I keep my hands at my sides, giving her the space she needs to process the truth."The wolf is a creature bu

The word stepsister hit the space between us like a swung blade, severing the warm, intoxicating tether that had wrapped around my exhausted mind just seconds ago.His tone was devoid of the quiet reverence he had shown when he wiped the blood from my torn lip, replaced by a chilling, arrogant indifference that made my stomach drop.He stared at me with blank amber eyes, building an impenetrable wall of ice to shut me out of his thoughts.The man who had just called me perfect was gone, buried beneath the ruthless, calculated facade of the future Alpha King.My chest tightened so painfully that I had to drag a shallow, shaky breath through my teeth just to keep from choking on the rising lump in my throat.He was doing exactly what his mother and father had done, looking at me and seeing nothing more than a fragile political liability that needed to be managed.If the traditional pack elders discovered the divine pairing, they would not care about the ancient design of the Moon Goddes