All Chapters of FATED TO MY STEPBROTHER ALPHA.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Braxton's pov.“Uncle Hadrian, we are both monsters.”Murmurs instantly erupted through the grand hall the moment the words left my lips. The seated pack elders shifted uncomfortably, exchanging low, hushed whispers while my uncle's face twisted into a hideously grotesque contortion of pure fury.“How dare you call me a monster?!” Uncle Hadrian roared, his voice booming off the stone ceiling as he pointed a trembling finger directly at my face.“You know this isn't the first time you're bringing something like this up,” I continued smoothly, keeping my voice eery in its calm. “Trying to use my curse to dethrone me.”Hadrian's clenched fist slammed down hard on the long mahogany table, making the crystal water glasses rattle violently.“Oh, so you finally acknowledge that you're cursed?!” Hadrian's shrill voice rose an octave higher as he leaned over the polished wood. “That alone makes you completely unfit to rule Grimholt, Braxton! You should have abdicated the seat of Alpha a long

Scarlett's pov.“Protect her with the same energy you protect your children,” Wrath’s dark warning echoed repeatedly through my mind. “Protect your mother at all costs!”That dire instruction kept ringing in my head like a warning bell, even as I stepped out into the hallway, fully dressed and prepared to face tonight’s looming chaos.“You look gorgeous,” a calm voice snapped my attention from behind.I froze in my tracks, then slowly turned around.Jillena stood near the archway, wearing an exquisite dark green evening gown heavily adorned with shimmering emeralds along the bodice. Her hair was styled with effortless grace, catching the warm glow of lights along the wall.I stared at her from head to toe, taking in every detail. She looked almost surreal.“I should be the one saying that to you,” I said, letting a small smirk touch my lips.Behind her, Bram emerged from the shadow of the corridor, dressed in a sleek black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt beneath it. He looked clean

Scarlett's pov.“Well, well, well…” a sharp voice suddenly called out, accompanied by slow, mocking applause that cut through the quiet room, dripping with unmasked venom. “If it isn't the infamous Monster of Venice… and his little cock-cleaner of a mate.”The foul words dripped with unmasked venom, echoing loudly enough to cause nearby nobles to freeze mid-conversation.I turned my head slightly, my eyes narrowing as I locked onto the speaker. It was Alpha Reagan—Moonfall Pack’s Alpha—a broad, sneering wolf clad in dark leather and iron trim, flanked by four heavily armed enforcers.The instant those words left Reagan's mouth, Braxton’s entire body went rigid as iron.Titan—his Lycan wolf…immediately surged beneath his skin, the raw, suffocating pressure of his Alpha aura exploding outward like a shockwave. I could feel it in the brutal, bone-crushing way his arm tightened around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip as his chest heaved with violent hitches.“This bastard!!” T

Scarlett's pov “Well, hello, dear Uncle.”My tone was dripping with mocking sarcasm, laced with an icy edge that cut through the surrounding quiet.I was finally standing face-to-face with the man—no, the monster—who had played such a central, horrific role in orchestrating the torment I had endured since I was a helpless little girl.Suddenly, an intense, violent pulse surged straight through my chest, forcing a ragged breath from my lungs as my vision flickered dark.“Down, Wrath…” I commanded her inwardly, my fingers tightening into fists. “He isn't like the mindless trash we just dealt with. Do not give him an opening.”Reginald stared into my eyes for a long, drawn-out moment, a flash of pure malice passing through his silver gaze.“I would have been sorely disappointed if the rumors regarding my niece being as fierce as her mother proved to be false,” Reginald finally spoke, his deep voice carrying a dark, smooth resonance as he straightened to his full height.I let my eyes sw

Scarlett's pov.“You?!..” Reginald called, his voice darkened with disbelief. “You are still alive?!”Jillena stepped forward onto the platform, her carved staff materializing in her grip with a sharp flash of blue light. With a simple, fluid flick of her wrist, an invisible shockwave erupted across the stage floorboards.The heavy-armored enforcers Rourke had positioned around Micah and Nova were thrown backward through the air, crashing hard into the surrounding stone pillars like ragdolls.“Yes, I am alive, Reginald…” Jillena said, her voice cool and steady as she lowered her staff. “It turns out that you are not better than the gods after all. You are merely a pebble amongst the rest of us.”Reginald’s carefully constructed mask of composure cracked entirely.A sharp, violent fury flickered through his eyes as he glared down at her , his grip tightening ruthlessly around my mother's waist.“If I were not better than the gods,” Reginald said, a small, triumphant curve touching the