Semua Bab Ruin Me, Alpha Step-Daddy : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 71Hazel’s POVThe dawn sky was still a bruised shade of purple when my alarm went off at five in the morning. I didn't hesitate for a single second. Throwing off the heavy duvet, I got up, showered in record time, and threw on my standard Academy combat uniform. My body was still humming with the confusing, lingering heat of my chaotic dreams, but my mind was laser focused on one singular goal: escaping Alpha Creed’s estate before he even had a chance to wake up.I crept down the massive spiral staircase like a phantom, holding my breath with every step. The grand halls were deathly quiet, save for the faint hum of the estate’s security grid. I managed to slip through the heavy side doors without bumping into a single guard, rushing down the long, winding driveway toward the secondary estate gate. Only when the massive iron gates clicked shut behind me did I let out the breath I had been holding for the last twenty minutes.By the time I reached the Academy grounds, the morni

Chapter 73Hazel’s POVThe noisy, chaotic clamor of the Academy cafeteria echoed off the high vaulted ceilings, but I barely heard a single word of it. I sat at a corner table, staring blindly down at the tray of lukewarm food sitting between my hands while Jasmine aggressively stabbed a piece of grilled chicken with her fork.My mind was spinning in a hundred different directions, anchored entirely around the terrifying threat Nicole had dropped in my ear just two hours ago on the courtyard stone.The spoiled daughter of Elder Vance.Everything inside my gut was screaming that something deeply sinister was playing out behind the scenes. Vance wasn't just sending his enforcers or making midnight threats at Creed's front door anymore; he had placed his own daughter directly inside the Academy, right next to me, equipped with lethal combat skills, unlimited wealth, and a camera crew to broadcast my every move. Why would a senior member of the Elder Council go through so much trouble jus

Chapter 75Hazel’s POV"Fifty dollars," the manager sighed, running a tired hand through his silver hair. "I am deducting fifty dollars from your pay tonight to cover the dry cleaning fee for Miss Vance's jacket. Be more careful next time, Server Four."A massive weight instantly lifted off my shoulders. Fifty dollars was nothing compared to the hundreds I had already stacked in my pocket throughout the shift."Understood," I replied, keeping my voice carefully disguised behind my altered pitch. "It won't happen again."When my shift finally ended at four in the morning, I walked out of the BlueMoon Club with a fat envelope of cash tucked securely inside my leather bag. For the first time in what felt like forever, a real, genuine smile stayed on my face the entire ride back to the estate. The night air was crisp, the sky painted in faint shades of twilight, and when I crept back into Alpha Creed's private wing, the halls were blissfully quiet. He wasn't waiting in the shadows to inte

Chapter 77Hazel’s POV"Show your face, bitch!" Nicole screamed, her face contorting into a hideous mask of pure rage as her nails dug into my wrists, trying with all her strength to pull my arms away from my face. "Show everyone your ugly, pathetic face right now!"I gritted my teeth, planting my feet firmly against the slick floorboards to resist her pull, ready to throw my full body weight forward to take her down with me.Suddenly, a large, calloused hand shot out of the shadows, wrapping around Nicole's slender wrist like a band of forged steel."That's enough," a deep, commanding voice boomed over the hushed VIP balcony.The pressure on my arms vanished instantly as Nicole was yanked backward, her platform boots stumbling over the hem of her short skirt. The crowd gasped loudly as the towering figure stepped fully into the bright white spotlights illuminating the balcony.It was the handsome wolf from the private ring-side booth—the son of the MoonBlood Alpha King and captain of

Chapter 79 Hazel’s POV His words hung suspended in the damp morning air between us, heavy with a strange, undeniable weight. He stared down into my eyes with an intensity so quiet and pure that for a single, fleeting second, my breath caught in my throat. A high-born Alpha prince, the captain of the legendary MoonBlood hockey team, standing in a dark, rain-soaked alley at four in the morning, telling me I was beautiful without a single drop of arrogance or filthy lust in his tone. It was tempting. It would have been so ridiculously easy to lean into his protection, to take his signed referral, to let his massive royal status shield me from the corrupt floor manager, Nicole’s vicious bullying, and the suffocating shadows of the BlueMoon Pack. But as I looked into those striking grey eyes, a cold wave of reality washed straight over my brain. Alphas never gave gifts for free. Whether it was Creed with his terrifying, soul-mark obsession or this handsome prince with his gentle