Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chapter 41 Hazel’s POVThe spiraling vibration between my legs was escalating into a terrifying crescendo. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, stretched so tautly across the edge of a violent climax that my vision was turning completely white. My hips twitched helplessly against the mattress, soaking the thin white sheets, my hands desperately clutching at the lapels of Creed’s dark shirt as I dragged myself closer to the edge.I was milliseconds away from crying out his name—from letting a sharp, uninhibited scream tear through my throat—when heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed sharply on the linoleum tiles right outside our privacy curtain."She should be waking up right about now," the Head Administrator’s strict, dry voice rattled through the quiet clinic bay. "If her fever hasn't dropped, Jasmine, we will have to disqualify her from the final tournament roster entirely.""Please, just let me check on her first!" Jasmine’s frantic, breathless voice barged in right beside hi

Chapter 44 Creed’s POV in Hazel’s BodyUp on the Royal Balcony, complete pandemonium erupted."ALPHA! LORD CREED!""Guards! Protect the Alpha! Call the Royal Physicians!"The muffled shouts of the High Elders and pack officials echoed like distant thunder down to the arena pit below. Royal guards swept forward in a sea of gleaming armor, forming a protective wall around the grand obsidian chair where my physical body lay motionless.Down on the golden sand, trapped inside Hazel’s small, bruised frame, my teeth ground together until my jaw ached.Damn it, I cursed internally, my heart hammering like a trapped beast against Hazel’s ribs. Not now! Not in front of the entire pack!The deadly, ancient sickness buried deep within my blood had chosen the worst possible second to flare up. My body on the throne was suffocating, choking on its own poisoned circulation while my soul was locked down here in the arena sand.Evelyn’s screeching voice cut through the chaos up above. "Creed! Oh my

Chapter 45 Hazel’s POVA hot, prickling wave of rage flushed through my skin, completely washing away the cold sting of his rejection.A monster, I thought, my fists trembling at my sides. He's playing the stone-cold Alpha tyrant again after everything we just shared.I didn't turn back down the stairs. I spun right on my heel, my heavy boots slapping loudly against the polished marble floor as I marched back toward his private quarters. I caught him just as he stepped into the broad, iron-trimmed elevator down the hall—the very same lift where he had pinned me and sunk his fangs into my collarbone just days ago.Before the heavy bronze doors could seal shut, I shoved my hand into the gap, forcing the safety mechanism to trigger. The doors groaning open gave me just enough room to slip inside.Creed didn't even turn his head. He stood tall, broad, and terrifyingly massive in the center of the lift, facing the reflective metal walls with his hands tucked casually into his trouser pock

Chapter 47 Hazel’s POVThe heavy, metallic hum of the transport plane’s engines vibrated through the floorboards, matching the agonizing, rhythmic throb pounding behind my eyes.The flight back from the capital was an absolute disaster of a hangover. The cabin was choked with the stale smell of expensive champagne, cheap beer, and exhausted wolf pheromones. Half the low-tier squad was passed out across the leather seats, snoring loudly, while the rest groaned in collective agony every time the aircraft hit a pocket of light turbulence.Jasmine was sprawled out beside me, her head resting heavily on my shoulder, muttering nonsense in her sleep while clutching her silver purse like a lifeline. I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the oval window, my stomach churning with every mile we flew closer to home.The wine had worn off hours ago, leaving behind a dry, cotton-mouthed thirst and a lethal headache. But beneath the physical misery, the sheer reality of my victory still gl

Chapter 49 Hazel’s POVThe cold, heavy steel of the barrel jabbed upward under my chin, forcing my head back until my neck cracked. My lip burned, hot blood trickling down my throat, tasting metallic and bitter."Look at her," the masked man rasped, turning his head slightly to gesture toward the dark doorway behind him.Through the dim moonlight filtering into the cottage, I could finally see her.Nana was tied tightly to her old wooden rocking chair in the center of the living room. Thick, coarse hemp rope cut deeply into her frail wrists and ankles. A dirty rag was stuffed into her mouth, secured by a strip of duct tape across her sunken cheeks. Her white hair was disheveled, matted with sweat, and her pale blue eyes—usually so warm, gentle, and full of stories—were wide with pure, agonizing terror."Mmmph! MMMMPH!" Nana thrashing helplessly against the restraints, her chair creaking violently against the wooden floorboards as she stared at the blood on my face."Shut her up, or I