Todos los capítulos de Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Chapter 112Hazel’s POVThe beat-up silver sedan cut through the pitch-black highway, its headlights carving a narrow beam of light into the dense, foggy forest surrounding the northern border roads.The silence inside the cabin was thick, broken only by the steady hum of the engine and the rapid, uneven thudding of my heart against my ribs. I kept my hand pressed flat against my chest, trying to force my breathing to slow down. I was out. I was actually away from Creed, away from my mother’s greedy screaming, and far out of Elder Vance’s sight."You doing okay?" Kael asked softly, glancing over at me with a hand firm on the steering wheel."I’m alive," I muttered, leaning my head back against the cold window glass. "That’s about all I can ask for right now.""We’re about twenty miles out from the staging outpost," Kael said, easing his foot off the accelerator as the paved highway transitioned into a bumpy, gravel utility trail. "It’s off the main pack radar. You’ll be able to rest,

Chapter 114Creed’s POVThe smoldering wreckage of Kael’s sedan hissed in the damp ravine below, casting long, jagged shadows against the pine trees. My elite enforcers stood at the edge of the slope, their tactical weapons pointed down into the darkness where three of Elder Vance’s top mercenaries lay unconscious or dead in the mud.Hazel was gone. She had vanished into the treeline like a phantom, taking Kael with her.I stood at the edge of the embankment, the crisp mountain air filling my lungs as my golden eyes tracked the faint footprints leading deeper into the northern woods. I didn't chase her. Not yet."Alpha," Marcus, my second-in-command, stepped up beside me, holding a small tactical scanner. "We recovered the debris from the highway where she threw her device earlier.""Bring it to me," I commanded, my voice a low, heavy rumble that cut through the night.Marcus handed me the crushed, dirt-covered remains of the cheap burner phone Hazel had hurled off the cliff before st

Chapter 116 Hazel POV Sitting around in Kael's cramped cabin while my brain replayed my absolute train wreck of a life was not on my agenda for the day. So, to keep myself from completely losing my mind, I volunteered for a work shift right in the middle of the Spitfire Pack barracks. I spent four solid hours hauling ridiculously heavy wooden crates, stacking medical kits, and organizing tactical gear. I dragged myself around the dusty supply floor until my back throbbed and my arms felt like wet noodles. Moving heavy stuff was exhausting, sure, but at least it kept me from thinking about my mother, Elder Vance, or Creed. By the time night fell, the air turned freezing cold. I left the supply shed, shivering in my thin clothes, and wandered down the main barracks trail looking for somewhere warm to sit down for five minutes. That was when I spotted it. Tucked right between two massive steel storage units was a cute, cozy, small wooden-themed bar with an old wolf sign flickering ab

Chapter 118Hazel POVThe heavy wooden door of the private quarters locked with a sharp, final click, cutting off the cold mountain wind and the quiet whispers of the barracks outside. The room was warm, dimly lit by a crackling fireplace and small wall sconces that cast long, flickering shadows across the dark timber walls.Asher unbuckled his tactical belt, letting it drop to the floor before turning his attention entirely back to me. His golden eyes swept over my frame, taking in my disheveled hair, my wet sneakers, and the liquor-stained sweater clinging to my skin.You smell like cheap booze and stale tobacco, Asher said, his deep voice carrying a mix of irritation and dark amusement. Take that damp sweater off before you soak my sofa.I glared up at him through my alcohol-hazed vision, pulling my knees up against my chest. Make me, I slurred out defensively, my knuckles tightening against the thick fabric.Asher scoffed, stepping closer. I do not have time for games, Hazel. If y

Chapter 120Hazel POVThe heavy, suffocating silence in the room stretched thin, broken only by the crackle of the fireplace and the ragged sound of my own breathing. I stayed on the floor, clutching my throbbing collarbone as the residual burn of Creed’s mark slowly settled into a dull, agonizing ache deep inside my chest.Asher stood near the edge of the hearth, his jaw set, his golden eyes fixed on me with a mixture of wounded pride and cold curiosity.I hated it. I hated the feeling of being helpless. I hated that Creed’s invisible chains were wrapped so tightly around my neck that I couldn't even make my own choices. Every instinct inside me screamed to break free, to tear down the wall my step-father had built around my heart and my body. I wanted to prove to myself—and to the universe—that I wasn't Creed's property.A sudden, reckless fire surged through my veins, hot and volatile, completely overwhelming the lingering haze of the alcohol.I pushed myself up from the cold floor