บททั้งหมดของ Ruined by my Bully Stepbrother: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Theodora's POVThe woman's golden eyes fixed on me. Not amber like Nate's wolf. Not human brown or green or blue. Pure metallic gold that seemed to glow with their own light. She looked human otherwise. Beautiful even. But those eyes marked her as something else entirely."My name is Magistrate Celeste." Her voice was smooth. Cultured. The kind of accent that came from expensive private schools and old money. "I represent The Council of Elders. The governing body that oversees all supernatural beings in North America.""I do not understand." My mother's voice was weak but defiant. "What does The Council want with my daughter?""Your daughter displayed a significant amount of power two days ago. Power that registered on our monitoring systems from three states away. That kind of energy signature cannot be ignored.""Monitoring systems?" I found my voice. "You track supernatural activity?""Of course. How else would we maintain order? Keep our existence secret from the human population?

Theodora's POVRichard was free. The man who had murdered my father. Who had held my mother hostage. Who had tried to use me for some twisted ritual. He was out there somewhere with Vincent planning God knows what. And we were supposed to just leave. Pretend everything was fine. Go meet The Council like Richard was not a threat."We cannot go now." I stared at Celeste. "Richard will come after us. After my mother. We need to stay and protect her.""Your mother is under Council protection. She is far safer than you realize. Richard would be foolish to attempt anything against her now.""Richard is many things but foolish is not one of them.""Nevertheless we proceed as planned. The Council has ordered your evaluation. That order stands regardless of what your stepfather does or does not do.""He is not my stepfather anymore. He stopped being family the moment he killed my dad.""Semantics." Celeste checked her watch. "We leave in one hour. I suggest you gather anything you wish to brin

 Theodora's POV They were talking about me like I was not in the room. Like I was a problem to be solved instead of a person with feelings and fears and a future that mattered. Councilor Thorne kept pushing for the binding. Kept saying it was the only logical choice. That I was too dangerous to train. Too unpredictable. Elder Moira argued back with fire in her voice but I could see doubt creeping into the other Council members' faces. "Historical precedent supports binding." Thorne's dead eyes fixed on me. "Three Silver Wolves in recorded history have been trained. Two went rogue within five years. The third disappeared and we still do not know if she is alive or dead. The pattern is clear. Training does not work." "Three cases over a thousand years is not a pattern." Elder Moira slammed her hand on the table.  "There is insufficient data. And those three lived in times of war and p

 Theodora's POV I woke up standing by the window. Cold moonlight on my skin. No memory of how I got there. My feet were bare against the hardwood floor. My nightgown twisted around my legs. The world felt distant. Dreamlike. Like I was watching myself from somewhere far away. "Dora." Nate's voice pulled me back. Careful. Controlled. The way someone might speak to a spooked animal. "Can you hear me?" I blinked. Turned toward him. He was standing by the bed. His body is tense. Ready to move. "What happened?" "You were sleepwalking. Your power was manifesting despite the collar." My hand flew to my throat. The metal felt warm. Wrong. "That is impossible. Draeven said it would contain everything." "Apparently he was wrong. Or you are stronger than he anticipated." "How much power? How bad was it?" "Silver ene

 Theodora's POV The bond changed over the next few weeks. Deepened in ways that felt impossible. At first, it was just emotions. Nate's anger. His fear. His love. I could sense them like weather patterns. Distant but present. Then it became more. Stronger. I started seeing through his eyes during training. Feeling his muscles burn when Kael pushed him too hard. Tasting the blood in his mouth when he bit his tongue during a particularly brutal sparring match. It was disorienting. Overwhelming. Like living two lives at once. I would be meditating with Elder Moira and suddenly I was in Nate's body. Feeling his fists connect with another wolf's jaw. The impact vibrates up my arms. Then I would blink and be back in myself. Shaking. Confused. "You are projecting again." Elder Moira's voice pulled me back to the sanctuary. "I can see your consciousness splitting. Where did you go?" "Nate's trai