Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Chapter 51 Hazel’s POVThe agonizing silence after his ultimatum was shattered only by the ragged, chattering sound of Nana’s breathing. Crimson blood was still pouring from her shoulder, soaking through my clothes, turning the floor beneath us into a slick, sticky mess.The gunman backed toward the door, his eyes locked onto us like a hawk, keeping the barrel of his heavy handgun trained directly on my forehead. He took one step onto the wooden porch, ready to disappear into the damp morning mist.Then, a quiet, metallic chime rang out.Ping.The blue light of a screen illuminated the gunman’s masked face. For half a second, his focus broke. He lowered the gun by a mere inch, glancing down at his wrist to check a notification flashing across his phone screen.It was the only opening I would ever get.My eyes darted to the right. Sitting near the corner of the fireplace was a heavy, rusted iron umbrella stand—thick, solid, and easily weighing twenty pounds.The fear in my veins insta

Chapter 53 Hazel’s POVThe grip of his hand on my jaw was heavy, warm, and suffocating. His golden eyes searched every inch of my battered face, dark with an explosive, possessive anger that felt like a wild fire burning against my skin. The throbbing ache in my ribs burned, but the sheer humiliation of standing on the front steps of his grand estate—looking like a broken, bloodied survivor—hurt far worse.I shoved his thick wrist away, ripping my face out of his hold."It’s none of your business!" I snapped, my voice raspy, sharp, and dripping with raw frustration as I took a quick step back.Creed’s eyebrows pulled together, his jaw tightening so hard I could hear the faint click of his teeth. "None of my business? Hazel, you are bleeding. You look like you just crawled out of a mass grave.""And you have been giving me the cold shoulder!" I yelled back, pointing an accusing, blood-stained finger right at his massive chest. "Ever since the fight ended, ever since we left the privat

Chapter 55 Hazel’s POVThe hot steam filled the private guest bathroom, turning the air thick and heavy as the scalding water washed away the caked blood, sweat, and grime clinging to my skin. I stood under the spray for what felt like hours, leaning my forehead against the cold marble tiles, letting the water sting the fresh cuts across my lips and ribs.Every drop of water hitting the floor felt like a ticking second on a clock I couldn't stop.When I finally stepped out, I wrapped a plush white towel around myself and dried off quickly. I pulled on a pair of soft black leggings and an oversized charcoal sweater, gently pulling the high collar up to hide the dark, throbbed mark resting over my pulse point.I walked over to the edge of the bed where my dirty tunic lay in a heap. Reaching into the deep interior pocket, my fingers closed around the smooth, heavy velvet pouch.I pulled it out and untied the drawstring. The gold medal slid into my palm, gleaming brightly under the ambie

Chapter 57 Hazel’s POV The cracked glass of the picture frame bit into the pad of my thumb, but I couldn't feel the sting. The face staring up at me from the faded photograph pulled the cold air right out of my chest. It was Creed. The sharp, uncompromising line of his jawline, the broad bridge of his nose, the heavy brow that framed his fierce, icy gaze—it was all there, carved into the face of a young man standing rigidly in a military fatigue uniform in front of the old pack training grounds. He looked barely eighteen in the picture, his broad shoulders already carrying the terrifying, immovable aura of a apex predator, yet there was something raw and unburdened in his eyes that I had never once seen in the Alpha who locked himself in his master suite today. "Nana..." My voice sounded hollow, echoing in my own ears like I was speaking underwater. "This... this is..." "My boy," Nana whispered softly, her trembling voice dripping with a agonizing mixture of profound prid

Chapter 57
Creed’s POVThe elevator doors parted with a soft hydraulic sigh, and the scent hit him like a fist to the throat.Leather. Sex. Expensive cologne layered over the musk of dominant wolves who had already claimed space in the rooms below. Creed stepped out into the subterranean corridor of The Hollow, the private club reserved for high-tier Alphas who preferred their vices sealed behind biometric locks and soundproof walls. The air was cooler here, deliberately chilled, yet it did nothing to quiet the fever under his skin.Hazel’s scent still clung to him.It had followed him from the estate—lingering in the fibers of his shirt, in the phantom press of her body against his when she had stood too close that morning, in the quiet way she had looked at him and then looked away. The soul-bond pulsed behind his ribs like a second heartbeat, erratic and demanding. Neural decay made everything sharper, more vicious. His wolf paced the edges of his mind, restless, agitated, snarling