Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 31 Hazel’s POVI just stood up and left the room limping while my mother hugging Creed when he tried to reach out to me and before I could see her face calling unto his , I banged the door hard and head to the elevator. Creed was on the executive floor which was way up than ours. The elevator doors slid open with a soft, mechanical hiss, releasing me from Creed’s pristine executive floor down into the dimly lit, carpeted corridor reserved for the combat fighters.I leaned heavily against the wall before forcing my feet to take a step, my head spinning so fast the warm lighting blurred into yellow streaks. I shouldn't have walked out. The medical team on Creed's floor had insisted I stay hooked to the IVs, warning me that my core temperature was still dangerously low and my body was in deep shock. But staying meant breathing the same air as him. It meant watching him hover over my mother. I would rather collapse in these hallways than spend another second trapped in that roo

Chapter 33 Hazel’s POVThe air in Room 408 tasted like copper and ozone.My vision swam in blurred, sickening streaks of white and crimson. My knees were utterly useless beneath me, scraping uselessly against the cold hardwood. The violent smack across my face had left my head ringing like a shattered bell, and my split lip throbbed with a rhythmic, burning heat. Every shallow breath I dragged into my lungs felt like swallowing glass—a brutal reminder of the ocean water still clogging my chest.Above me, Drake was still breathing hard, his face twisted in a mask of sadistic triumph as he hauled me up by the collar of Creed’s heavy hoodie. His fist was pulled back, ready to cave in what little was left of my dignity.Then, the world shattered.BOOM!The heavy mahogany door didn't just open—it exploded inward, splintering into jagged shards that rained across the bloody floor.The sound was violent, but what stepped through the ruined frame was terrifyingly quiet.Creed.He didn't roar

Chapter 35 Hazel’s POV The humiliation didn't stop at the boos. As I remained on my knees before the elders, bowed in the hot dirt, the crowd began hurling anything they could get their hands on. Crushed paper cups, half-eaten food, and sticky soda cans rained down from the lower stands, splattering across my back and the sand around me. Then came a sharp, sudden crack of plastic. An empty glass bottle of orange juice smashed into the sand inches from my hand. The hard plastic straw attached to it snapped upward on impact, whipping across my face and striking me directly in the eye. A sharp, blinding bolt of pain shot through my skull. I gasped, clutching my eye as tears squeezed out past my fingers, stinging against the cut on my cheek. I forced my tear-filled gaze upward through my good eye. Sitting on the High Throne above, Evelyn didn't even look away. She had just casually tossed her empty juice bottle over the velvet railing, dusting off her manicured hands like she had

Chapter 37 Hazel’s POV The silence in the ruined bedroom was suffocating, broken only by the sound of our ragged, synchronized breathing. Wood splinters from the shattered bed frame littered the carpet around us, but neither of us cared. Creed remained pinned directly on top of me, his massive weight holding me down, trapping my small frame within the dark, heat-soaked sanctuary of his body. His golden eyes glowed with an unhinged, dangerous light, searching every inch of my bruised face before settling on my swollen, kiss-slick lips. "I’m going to mark you," Creed said, his baritone dropping so low it vibrated directly against the skin of my collarbone. "And after three months... I will reject you. Hopefully, by then, you’ll have found someone else to fall in love with." The words felt like a sudden splash of icy water against my overheated skin. My mind scrambled, trying to process the cold, surreal gravity of what he was proposing. "B-but..." My voice tore from my throat, raw

Chapter 39 Hazel’s POVThe moment the elevator doors clicked shut behind me, the world lost all its color and reduced itself to a single, agonizing sensation: unbearable, molten heat.My skin felt like it was literally on fire. The soul-swap mark on the side of my neck wasn't just a physical wound—it was a pulsing, living conduit of Creed’s terrifying, raw Alpha energy flooding straight into my bloodstream. Every beat of my heart dragged his dark, intoxicating power through my veins, igniting every single pain-wracked nerve ending in my body.I stumbled down the private corridor toward my room, my vision swimming in blurred shapes. My breath came in shallow, ragged panting gasps. The air felt too thick to breathe, sweltering and dense. I slammed into my bedroom, my knees instantly giving out beneath me. I crashed onto the floor, clawing at my shirt, trying to expose my chest, my neck, anything to catch a draft of cool air.I’m burning. God, I’m burning up.I didn't know what was happ