Todos los capítulos de MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER IS OBSESSED WITH MY SECRET IDENTITY : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

[THIRD PERSON POV]A villager burst through the tree line screaming, her nightgown torn at the shoulder, blood streaked dark down one bare arm, and the raw terror in her voice cut clean through the quiet camp before her words even registered."They're here! They're attacking us!"A house exploded somewhere behind her, orange fire blooming violently against the black sky, timber and thatch raining down in burning fragments that scattered sparks across the nearby roofs. The shockwave rolled through the ground hard enough that the cadets sitting around the fire felt it travel up through their own bones.Bryce shot to his feet, cards scattering forgotten across the dirt. "What the hell is that?"The other cadets scrambled up around him, confusion twisting fast into raw panic as more screaming carried through the trees, layered now, overlapping, some voices cut off too abruptly to be anything except violence.The woman collapsed hard to her knees in front of them, sobbing so hard her whole

♣️XAVIER ♣️ Watching her blood drip through the jacket I'd wrapped tight around her stomach made something vicious twist hard inside my chest, a fury I hadn't felt in this exact shape since the night I found her frozen behind a hedge watching me take a man's head. My eyes dropped to the dark stain already spreading across the fabric, soaking through faster than I wanted to admit was possible. Then I looked past her, down at the bastard lying crushed beneath my motorcycle's tires, his body bent at angles no spine should allow. I wanted to run over his corpse again. And again. And again, until there was nothing left recognizable as a man at all. I should have killed him slower. I should have made him understand exactly what he'd taken from her before I let him die, should have drawn it out the way I drew everything else out when the debt owed to me ran deep enough to warrant patience. "Open those eyes, Violence." My voice came out harder than I intended, rougher, betraying more t

♣️XAVIER♣️"How dare you send untrained recruits into battle."My father's voice hardened across the study, bouncing off wood paneling that had heard this exact tone aimed at me more times than either of us cared to count.I sat back in the chair across from his desk, one ankle resting over my knee, my expression giving him absolutely nothing to work with. The only thing actually occupying my mind sat three floors up, unconscious in my own bed.It was past ten in the morning. She should have woken by now. Every single minute that passed without movement from that bed tightened something hard and unfamiliar behind my ribs."Battle is part of the test to become a warrior." My voice stayed even, bored almost, though nothing about this conversation felt remotely boring underneath the surface I kept presenting.My father's palm slammed flat against the desk, rattling a cup of untouched coffee. "You still don't understand. Why would you send Elena's daughter into battle."My eyes lifted slo

🌸VIOLET🌸"Who is your father?"The question landed like a slap I hadn't seen coming, sharp and sudden, and something inside my chest folded inward so fast I felt it in my ribs.My hands started shaking before I could stop them, a fine tremor running through my fingers that I immediately shoved beneath the duvet, hiding them against my thighs where he couldn't see. His eyes stayed fixed on my face, dark and patient, tracking every small movement I made like he was cataloguing evidence."What's your business with my father?" I asked it carefully, keeping my voice level, refusing to let it climb into something defensive because he seemed to like it when I got defensive. He seemed to feed on it."You seem to have forgotten you're my prey." He said it flat, unhurried, like he was reminding me of something obvious I'd simply overlooked. "And I need to know everything about you to be able to haunt you well." A pause, deliberate, and then lower, drawn out like he was tasting the shape of it

🌸VIOLET🌸I actually fell asleep in my mother's arms.It wasn't intentional. One second I was sitting there with my cheek pressed against her chest, listening to her murmur soft reassurances into my hair, her fingers working slow and steady through the tangles at the back of my head the way she used to when I was small enough to fit entirely in her lap. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to her voice telling me I'd been asleep for twenty minutes.Twenty minutes. Apparently that was all my body was willing to give me before my mind decided it had suffered enough silence and dragged me back up to the surface.I opened my eyes slowly, the ceiling above me coming into focus one blurry inch at a time, and the ache in my stomach reminded me immediately that getting stabbed was an excellent way to ruin an entire day.My mother's hand was still moving through my hair. "You're awake.""Unfortunately."She laughed softly, but there was something tight underneath it, something she was tryin