All Chapters of FATED TO MY STEPBROTHER ALPHA.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Bram’s pov.“Is she going to be okay?” Tressa asked the moment I pulled the doors shut and stepped out into the quiet corridor.I let out a low, weary sigh, the weight of the last hour settling heavily on my shoulders.“She's going to be okay,” Jillena answered smoothly before I could even open my mouth, her pristine white robes whispering against the stone floor. “Your daughter is stronger than you give her credit for, Tressa.”Tressa looked at me, her eyes filled with desperate maternal concern, then turned back to the High Priestess. I gave her a small, reassuring nod, forcing my tense facial muscles to relax.“Thank you...” Tressa whispered, holding a sleeping Nova tighter against her chest.Deep down in my chest, my wolf paced nervously, praying with everything I had that both Scarlett and Braxton were actually going to survive this nightmare.“You should get some rest,” I said, nodding towards Tressa and looking down at the small child cradled securely in her arms. “You’ve bee

“Yes, brave soldier,” I assured him gently. “Mommy will come home very soon.”He gave me a small triumphant smile.“But first,” I tapped his small nose lightly. “Let's meet this very special person waiting for you.”The small crowd of servants and warriors began to disperse, scattering back to their daily duties as the tension melted from the air.Jillena and I continued down the quiet residential corridor toward the guest quarters with Micah still in my arms.As we approached the door at the far end of the wing, the faint, melodic sound of a woman singing softly drifted through the cracks.It was Tressa, her voice low and comforting, humming a beautiful lullaby.“Hush now, my darling, the river remembers,The moon will hide your crown for now,The dawn will bring you back to me in the day.”Jillena knocked once on the dark wood, then turned the brass knob, opening the door and stepping smoothly into the sunlit room.Tressa was sitting near the large arched window, her silhouette bath

Scarlett's POV “Who is this?” I asked softly, staring down at the little girl's striking, familiar face.The moment my voice echoed through the warm room, the child squirmed frantically in my mother's arms, her tiny hands reaching across the distance toward me.“Mama...” she whimpered softly, a tear spilling over her lashes.My eyes widened in shock.Three distinct, collective gasps filled the quiet master chamber.“Huh?” I stared at the child in utter confusion and disbelief. “Mama?”Did my mother adopt a child over these lost years because she genuinely believed we would never see each other again?Just... wow.But why on earth was this child looking at me like that, calling me Mama?I turned my head to glance at every single face in the room, ending on my son.I frowned. Micah didn't even look the slightest bit offended or possessive that another child was calling his mother ‘Mama’.I winked at Micah, giving him our secret, subtle signal, but he merely folded his small arms acros

—Narrated pov— “That little rat,” Rourke’s voice rasped through the dimly lit room. “Why is she so hard to fucking kill?” Across the grand stone fireplace, Hadrian paced the length of the polished marble floor, his boots echoing through the quiet space. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his jaw working as if he were chewing on shattered glass. Ever since his confrontation with Braxton's Beta—Bram, Hadrian hadn't known a single second of peace. He was restless, skittish, jumping at the subtle shadows creeping up the stone walls. The way that damn boy—Scarlett's spawn—had stared right through him. The way the child hadn't shown a single shred of fear in his presence. “I'm afraid we're going to end up on the losing end of this, Rourke,” Hadrian said, his tone laced with a bitter, edge-of-panic worry as he halted mid-step. “I don't lose!” Rourke sneered, slamming his frail, trembling fist onto the armrest of his oak chair. “I never lose. I paid for Grimholt in ri

Mirrielle's pov.“Mirrielle,” Scarlett called out softly, her voice thick with emotion as she reached out. “You're awake.”She moved her hand toward my arm, but I instinctively flinched, shifting my body slightly backward against the plush headboard.Her hand hovered in the cool air between us for a long, quiet second before she slowly retracted it. A small, gentle smile touched her lips, though concern still lingered in her eyes.“I'm just really glad you're okay,” she said quietly.I shifted my gaze past her, scanning the rest of the people filling my bedroom.Who was the woman standing near the foot of the bed holding the little girl? Who was the child herself, with her bright, familiar amber eyes and red hair? And who was the regal woman standing beside Bram, dressed entirely in white?“I completely understand if you're upset with me for putting your life in danger,” Scarlett continued softly, breaking the quiet. “I'm so sorry, Mirrielle.”I sat there, staring at her, genuinely