Todos los capítulos de FATED TO MY STEPBROTHER ALPHA.: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Scarlett's POV ~Hush now, my darling, the river remembers,Sleep while the moon hides behind the trees.When the bells ring twice, don’t answer the whisper,For those who come calling may know who you are.~My mother used to sing me that song.Even after we moved from the human city to the main Grimholt pack house, she sang it to me twice. The last time she sang it was when Rourke beat her to the point of near death, just a week after she had miscarried her second pregnancy for him. I remember sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her blood soak through the pale sheets while the scent of copper filled the tiny room.I was seventeen back then, hot-headed and desperate to protect her, so I had openly challenged Rourke right in the main hall later that night.“Why do you want a daughter so much?” I had screamed at him in front of his guards. "Why does my mother have to suffer for your ambitions and desires?"My fists clutched at my sides as my whole body trembled with pure hatred.

Braxton's pov.“Tressa…” I muttered under my breath, my throat tightening as my eyes locked onto the raised central platform.Scarlett's mother was sitting right in the middle of the hall, completely enveloped by the hypnotic trance of the surrounding white-robed sorceresses. Her skin was ghastly pale, almost translucent under the dim, torchlit arches, and her head was bowed low over a heavy silk bundle cradled tightly against her chest. She looked exhausted, worn to the bone, but completely unharmed.“The witches don't seem to be attacking us,” Galena frowned beside me. Her posture remained low, her hand resting fiercely on the silver dagger strapped at her waist as her eyes darted across the silent perimeter.“I think they're in a conscious connection,” Broody said softly. “Their minds are locked into a single spell circuit.”He was tallest and most imposing of my elite warriors, his dark eyes scanned the heavy air, tracking the faint, humming currents of silver-purple light pul

Scarlett's POV.“Kill the monsters…”The chaotic, overlapping whispers tore through the deepest recesses of my mind like broken glass, hammering against my temples with a terrifying, rhythmic intensity. My fingers twitched, tightening with iron force around Hadrian’s throat until the skin beneath my knuckles turned stark white. He thrashing violently beneath me, his hands clawing at my wrists, but I felt no strain. The raw, unnatural strength surging through my blood was intoxicating.“Let him go now!” Rourke rasped out, his voice cracking with a rare, desperate edge as his amber eyes widened in genuine horror. “Guards! She’s gone mad!”The voices inside my skull screamed for blood, demanding an absolute sacrifice.I didn't just want Hadrian dead…I wanted the whole room to burn. I wanted to paint these stone walls with the blood of every wolf who had ever looked down on me. With a sharp, effortless flick of my wrist, I released my grip and threw Hadrian’s body straight across the

Scarlett's POV.“Kill her…” Odyssey whispered softly against Mirrielle's ear, her stolen voice smooth and dripping with intoxicating poison.“Drive the knife right through her heart and Braxton is all yours,” she added, her lips brushing a frozen Mirrielle's cheek like a phantom breeze.Then she stepped back, dissolving easily back into her original fox form, into the shadow of the bed frame with a quiet, triumphant smirk resting on her face.Mirrielle looked down at the gleaming silver dagger in her hand for a full, agonized minute, her fingers tightening around the cold steel hilt until her knuckles turned stark white. Then, slowly, her head lifted, and her gaze locked onto mine.My heart thudded violently against my ribs, echoing like a war drum in my ears.Sweat broke out across my forehead, slicking my skin as cold dread settled deep in my stomach. She wouldn't do it, right? She was the Luna of Grimholt, a woman of duty, honor, and pride. She wouldn't actually drive a blade

Scarlett's POV. “Please… do something!!” I screamed, my raw voice tearing through the ruined, dust-filled air room. I hated Braxton. I hated him for the pain, the humiliation, and everything he had forced me to endure, but seeing him lying here—bleeding out, cold, and slipping away right before my eyes—scared me to death. It scared me so much that my son would never grow up to know who his father really was. He would only remember a terrifying fraction of a memory where a stranger dragged us away from our fragile, hidden life back into a brutal battlefield. “Why are all of you just standing around?!” I cried out, my hands slick with his dark blood. I pulled Braxton’s limp chest tightly against mine, sobbing uncontrollably as the dark stain spread across my dress. I wished it was all a bad dream that would suddenly dissolve. I wished with everything inside me that our lives had turned out completely differently five years ago—that the dark secrets, the packs, and the bloodl