บททั้งหมดของ Ruined by my Bully Stepbrother: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Emily's POVI ran. Dropped the files and bolted for the door. But Richard moved faster than any human should be able to move. His hand closed around my arm like a vice. Pain shot through my shoulder as he yanked me back into the study."Let me go!" I twisted in his grip. Tried to break free. Used every ounce of strength I had. But his fingers dug into my flesh hard enough to bruise and I could not escape no matter how hard I fought."I cannot do that, Emily. You know too much now." His voice was calm. Almost bored. Like he was discussing what to have for dinner instead of holding his wife prisoner. "This would have been easier if you had just stayed ignorant.""You are hurting me.""Am I? I barely noticed." He pulled me closer. His eyes were empty. Dead. Nothing human lived behind them anymore. "You were always so weak. So pathetically human. I could snap your neck right now and not even break a sweat."Terror flooded through me. Cold and sharp. This was not the man I married. This w

Marcus's POVThis was a suicide mission. I knew it the moment Nate agreed to storm Richard Henderson's house to rescue Emily. But I also understood why it had to be done. Some things were worth dying for and protecting your mate's family was one of them.We gathered around the rickety table in the cabin. The wood was warped with age and covered in dust but it held our hastily drawn maps and notes. Jake had sketched the layout of the Henderson house from memory. Every room. Every entrance. Every possible escape route."The house will be guarded," I said. Stated the obvious because someone had to. "Richard knows we will come for Emily. He is probably waiting with half the pack ready to capture us the moment we show up.""So we need a distraction." Jake tapped the map. "Something big enough to pull guards away from the back entrance.""What kind of distraction?" Dora leaned forward. Her face was pale but determined. She had stopped crying an hour ago and now she was all business. All foc

Theodora's POV The basement erupted. Marcus launched himself at the nearest guard and his body shifted mid-leap. Bones snapped and reformed. Fur burst through skin. He hit the wolf as a full animal and they crashed into the wall together.Jake was right behind him. His transformation was faster and more violent. He went straight for Richard but two guards intercepted him. They collided in a mass of claws and teeth. Blood sprayed across the concrete floor.Nate did not fully shift. His body changed just enough to be deadly. Claws sprouted from his fingertips. Fangs pushed past his lips. His eyes burned amber. He stepped in front of me and blocked my body with his."Get back," he said. His voice was rough. Almost unrecognizable.I pulled my mother behind me. Her hands shook against my shoulders. She was crying. Quiet sobs that broke my heart because she had already lost so much and now she might lose everything.Richard just watched. He stood at the top of the stairs with his arms cros

Nate's POVMy wolf was screaming. The sound filled my head like thunder. Every instinct I possessed demanded I tear my father apart. Rip him to pieces for touching Emily. For threatening Dora. For existing. But the knife pressed against Emily's throat stopped me cold. One wrong move and she died. One second of lost control and I killed my mate's mother.Richard knew it too. I saw the satisfaction in his eyes. The smug certainty that he had won. That he always won. He had spent my entire life teaching me that lesson. Power was everything. Control was everything. Love made you weak.Dora looked shattered. The silver glow that had covered her skin was fading. Dimming like a candle going out. Fear overrode whatever power had awakened inside her. She stared at her mother with tears streaming down her face. With guilt and terror written across every feature."Okay." Her voice broke. "Okay, I will do it. I will come with you. Just please do not hurt her.""Dora, no." I tried to move toward h

Theodora's POVThe world went silent. My ears rang with a high pitched whine that blocked out everything else. Dust choked the air so thick I could not see my own hands. I coughed. Tried to breathe. Tasted concrete and blood and something metallic that might have been my own fear.The silver light was gone. Whatever power had exploded from me was spent. I felt hollow. Empty. Like something vital had been ripped out and I was just a shell left behind. My whole body shook. Not from cold. From shock. From the realization of what I had just done.I had destroyed the house. Brought it down on top of everyone. On people I loved. On people trying to help me. Oh God. What had I done?"Mom?" My voice cracked. Barely a whisper. "Mom, where are you?"No answer. Just the settling of rubble. The creak of broken wood. The drip of water from ruptured pipes. I tried to stand but my legs would not hold me. Collapsed back to my knees. My hands scraped against broken concrete. Blood welled up from a doz