Semua Bab Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61 Hazel’s POVThe air inside the drafty cottage was thick with tension, so heavy it felt like breathing water. Nana was still gripping my wrist, her knuckles white, her red-rimmed eyes fixed on the base of my throat with an expression of pure, unadulterated horror. The soul-swap mark burned faintly beneath my skin, almost as if it were reacting to the sheer terror radiating off the old woman.I took a slow, steadying breath, gently placing my free hand over hers to pry her fingers off my arm."Nana, please," I said softly, keeping my voice as calm and grounded as I could. "Don't bother yourself about it. It’s... complicated, but it's fine. I promise you, I'm okay."Nana stared at me, her chest heaving as she swallowed hard. For a second, I thought she was going to demand answers, that she was going to dig into the dark, tangled web of pack politics and my weird, suffocating arrangement with the Alpha of the Blood-Moon Pack. But as she looked into my eyes, the sheer exhaustio

Chapter 63 Hazel’s POVCreed’s breath hit the skin beneath my ear like a hot furnace, making every tiny hair on my body stand on end. The scent of rain, crushed pine needles, and pure, predatory ozone rolled off him in waves so thick I could practically taste it on my tongue."I asked you a question, Hazel," he purled, his voice dropping into a dark, velvet raspy register that vibrated straight down my spine. His thumb shifted, pressing just hard enough against my jawline to tilt my head up, exposing the delicate arch of my neck completely to his view. "What did you put over my mark?""It’s... it’s temporary dye," I gasped out, my hands tightening on his thick forearms. "Plant dye and moonstone dust. It washes off in a few days."Creed’s pupils dilated until the warm amber of his eyes was almost entirely swallowed by blackness. A low, terrifying sound rumbled deep in his chest—a half-human, half-beast growl of absolute rejection."You covered it," he whispered, his tone deceptively s

Chapter 65 Hazel’s POVCreed was suffocating.I could feel it—not just from the brutal, dead-weight pressure of his broad frame crushing me against the marble vanity, but through the raw, newly exposed soul-mark on my neck. The black and silver moonstone dye had washed away, leaving the bond wide open, and through that thin spiritual tether, his agony poured directly into my veins. It felt like liquid fire mixed with crushed glass, dragging through my bloodstream and shredding my insides to ribbon."Creed... Creed, hold on!" I choked out, my arms locked tightly around his massive waist as his knees buckled.His head was heavy on my shoulder, his shallow, metallic gasps hot against my skin. "The... jacket..." he rasped, his voice a ruined, agonizing whisper that broke my heart into a thousand pieces. "Inner pocket... red capsule..."I glanced frantically across the dark bathroom floor. His designer suit jacket lay crumpled near the doorway, several feet away. I tried to drag him towar

Chapter 67 Hazel’s POVThe heavy mahogany double doors slammed shut with a deafening boom that echoed like a thunderclap off the cold marble walls of the suite. Creed locked the deadbolt into place, the heavy metallic click sounding like the final drop of an iron cage.Before the sound could even fully die away, Creed turned around.The air in the room vanished in a fraction of a second. The dim silver light from the overhead chandelier caught the lethal fire burning in his amber gold eyes, his massive silhouette blotting out every last scrap of warmth in the entryway. He took two long, predatory strides forward, his aura flaring with such suffocating, raw intensity that my breath caught in my chest.Before I could even take a single step backward, his hands shot out like forged steel.His large palm clamped securely around my waist, lifting me completely off my feet, and pinned me flush against the hard surface of the locked door. The wood slammed against my back, but I barely felt

Chapter 69Hazel’s POVHazel stood frozen near the edge of the hallway, her fingers tightly coiling into the soft fabric of the dark robe she wore. The lingering heat of Creed’s chest still warmed the chill from my skin, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every breath felt heavy, laden with the sheer magnitude of what we had just barely survived. Elder Vance had left, but the dark, lingering echo of his parting threat still hung in the silence of the massive stone corridors like a heavy fog.Before either of us could utter a single word to bridge the sudden, charged quiet between us, the sharp, catastrophic sound of shattering glass exploded through the foyer.CRASH!The explosive shatter echoed off the cold marble walls like a gunshot, sending pressurized foam and glittering green shards flying across the floor.My head snapped toward the noise instantly. Creed didn't flinch, but his jaw clenched tight, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as his Alp