All Chapters of FATED TO MY STEPBROTHER ALPHA.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Scarlett's POV.“Argh!” I shrieked, tearing my hand away from my neck as the bite mark on my shoulder burned like searing, white-hot iron the second my fingers brushed against it.It hurt like absolute hell. Every single nerve ending in my upper chest pulsed with pure fire, sending agonizing shockwaves shooting straight through my ribs and down into my heart.What the hell was this? What was happening to my body?“Scarlett?” Braxton's voice suddenly boomed from outside the locked door with pure panic.I didn't answer. I couldn't even form words if I tried. I just stayed frozen, staring back into the gilded vanity mirror, my chest heaving up and down, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The white wolf with the striking, ethereal blue eye and my own twisted reflection hadn't changed at all. They were still hovering silently inside the glass, watching me with an eerie, ancient gaze that cut right through my soul.“Scarlett, what's going on in there? Are you oka

Scarlett's POV.“You are going to bear a child for me.”Rourke said, his eyes gleaming evilly like p glass as he circled me like a dangerous predator trapped in a cage with its prey.I stood in the center of his dimly lit study, my head lowered, my hands trembling violently at my sides.“I won't do that…” I refused, my voice shaking, yet standing my ground as boldly as my terrified frame could manage.Rourke's evil, booming laugh filled the tight space of his office, cold and devoid of any human warmth. And in a single second, before I could even blink, he was standing directly in front of me, his massive Alpha shadow swallowing me whole.His fingers suddenly wrapped tightly around my neck, squeezing with terrifying strength and choking the breath right out of my lungs.I clawed frantically at his hand, gasping for air as black spots danced across my vision, but he didn't let go.“You have no right to refuse me,” he growled directly into my ear, his breath hot and foul against my ski

Bram's pov. “Beta Bram!” A sentry junior wolf came bursting after me as I walked down the long, carpeted corridor, having just left Braxton and Scarlett alone in the quiet master quarters. Braxton was probably still sitting by her bedside, watching her unconscious form lie limp and fragile on his bed, completely weighed down by the mistakes he's refused to acknowledge. I wouldn't lie to myself—if I were Scarlett, I would probably hate Braxton with everything in me. I would despise the very air he breathed and the ground he walked on. Braxton wasn't a bad person at his core, but he was overly possessive, suffocating, and could get dangerously destructive—especially when it came to the things he loved. He held on so tight that he inevitably crushed whatever was in his grip until it broke. Just like his father, Alpha Rourke. But the real difference between Rourke and Braxton was that I genuinely doubted Rourke had ever loved a single soul in his entire miserable life.

Braxton's POV “I'm begging you, I'll do better,” I begged desperately.My voice was raw and broken as I clung to her waist.Scarlett scoffed, a cold, bitter sound that sliced straight through the quiet of the bedroom. With a sharp, unyielding jerk, she pried off my arms around her waist. She pushed me away with such disdain that I slumped backward, sitting on the cold marble floor as my whole body trembled violently.I had never felt so utterly, sickeningly powerless in my entire life.“You can never change,” she said, her eyes staring down at me with an icy detachment that chilled the blood in my veins. “From now on, I don't want you anywhere near me or my son.”Without another word, and without turning to look back down at me, she turned on her heel and walked straight out of the room, leaving me alone on the bare cold floor.From now on, I don't want you anywhere near me or my son.Her words kept ringing high in my head, echoing in a sickening loop that made my throat tighten un

Braxton's pov “What are you talking about?” I asked with a frown, my eyes narrowing as I stared hard at Bram.I already knew Grimholt was sitting right on the razor edge of a war that neither of us could deny any longer. The pack elders were divided, the borders were tense, and my father’s dark shadow still hung over every corridor like a curse. But the way Bram sounded right now sent a visceral, icy chill straight down my spine. It wasn't just caution—it was a dark, suffocating warning, as if he knew something catastrophic that I hadn't even begun to grasp yet.“I'll tell you everything later, but right now, we must get Tressa out from the witches' hold before it's too late,” Bram said, his jaw locked tight as he stepped back to give me room to move.I let out a deep breath, yanking my leather jacket tight over my shoulders to block out the sudden draft in the hall.“All I know is that I need to fix all of this before it's too late,” I said, the exhaustion crushing my chest.I s