All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

92ISABELLA Ravena and Victoria exchanged a nasty, synchronized look before they both let out a low chuckle, their laughter echoing off the narrow walls of the holding room. They turned on their heels, the heavy door slamming shut behind them with a loud, definitive click that sounded like a prison sentence.I stood completely still in the center of the room, staring down at the pages in my hands. My eyes locked onto the bottom of the last sheet. There, written in bold, dark ink, was Derek’s signature. He had already signed it. He hadn't even hesitated.My knees gave out completely. I collapsed onto the hard floor, the divorce papers scattering around my legs. A heavy, suffocating weight pressed down on my chest, making it impossible to draw a full breath. I felt like my entire life was completely falling apart right before my eyes. Everything I had sacrificed, every single piece of myself I had given up for the last two years to keep his pack afloat, was entirely meaningless. I was

94ISABELLAI stood there, my hands dropping to my sides as my mind went completely blank. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The walls of the small room felt like they were closing in on me, the air turning thick and heavy. Derek had poisoned his own father? For two years, I thought I was the one who brought ruin to this family, but the darkness inside this house went so much deeper than I ever could have imagined.Rohan didn't move. He stood completely still, his large chest rising and falling in sharp, heavy breaths. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously quiet, a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "This is a very bold accusation, Logan. My father died of what everyone thought was a rapid illness. Do you actually have any real proof to back this up?"Logan reached into the inner pocket of his dark leather jacket. His hand emerged holding a small, amber glass vial with a black rubber stopper. He stepped forward and handed it directly to Rohan. "I don't have a pa

96ISABELLA The smoke was already thick in the upper hallway, turning the bright hospital lights into a blurry, orange mess. People were screaming, pushing past each other to get to the stairwells. I didn't care about the exit. I turned my back on the crowd and hurried straight down toward the basement stairs, my heart racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst right through my ribs."Hey! Stop! You can't go down there!"I froze on the bottom step as the young archive clerk stumbled out of the grey fog, coughing violently into her sleeve. Her face was completely smudged with black soot, her eyes wide with terror."Where is Rohan?" I demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Where is he?""He helped me out," she panted, her voice cracking as she pointed back down the dark corridor. "The fire escalated so fast. He pushed me through the service door before the roof caved in, but then the beams collapsed behind him. He asked me to find help, but he told me to tell you to stay away

98ROHANI spent the entire night staring at my father’s medical file on the wooden table, my jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. The bright morning sun finally cut through the tall glass windows of the packhouse corridor, throwing sharp, long shadows across the carpet. The faint, bitter scent of smoke still clung to my jacket—a heavy reminder of how close Isabella had come to burning in that basement.I stood up, pulled my black jacket over my shoulders, and walked straight out the door. Isabella tried to follow me, but I needed to face this alone. I needed to look my brother in the eyes.I didn't knock when I reached the Alpha's private study. I violently pushed the heavy double doors open, letting them bang loudly against the interior walls.Derek was sitting in his wheelchair by the massive mahogany desk, casually looking over a stack of boundary manifests. He didn't even look surprised. He just slowly laid his pen down, his pale face completely calm and indifferent as he leaned b

100ISABELLA A knock on the heavy oak door startled me out of a restless sleep. I sat up quickly on the edge of the mattress, my breath catching in my throat as my heart started to hammer against my ribs. Ever since the hospital fire, I had been so completely cautious that I wouldn't even close my eyes without sliding the heavy iron deadbolt into place.I quietly slipped out of the bed, my bare feet making no sound on the cold stone floor as I crept toward the entrance. I pressed my eye against the small brass peephole. Relief washed over me when I saw the familiar, anxious face of Lila standing in the dim light of the corridor.I quickly unlocked the door and pulled her inside, slamming it shut behind her and locking it once more. "Lila, what’s going on?"Lila looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and exhaustion. "The packhouse is a complete mess right now, Lady Isabella," she whispered, setting down a basket of clean linens and oils. "Everyone is running around makin