All Chapters of CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AzrielI had survived black ops ambushes, chemical warfare, and a literal virus designed to tear a man’s humanity away from the inside out. But I never imagined that a grown man like me could be dragged through a dense forest with such terrifying, neck-snapping speed.My back plowed through briars and thick underbrush, chaotic vortex of dirt and leaves smearing us. The massive jaws of the wolf had a vice-like grip on the collar of my shredded shirt, hauling my dead weight over rocks and fallen logs.The moment the relentless forward momentum finally stopped, the wolf unceremoniously dropped me onto a patch of damp moss. I collapsed into a heap, groaning, my ribs aching and my lungs burning for air."Son of a..." I wheezed, rolling onto my side and pressing a hand against my chest.I blinked through the dirt sweating into my eyes, forcing my vision to focus on the massive predator standing over me. The silver-grey beast was towering, a mountain of pure muscle and instinct.Startled, I

SeraphinaMy fingers trembled so violently that the small scrap of paper nearly slipped from my grasp. I stared at the folded note, my chest heaving in the quiet room as the distant echoes of Vane’s manic shouting finally died out down the hall.Slowly, carefully, I smoothed the wrinkles against the harsh white fabric of my blanket. The handwriting was unmistakably Alistair’s.But as my eyes scanned the words."Seraphina,Read this and destroy it immediately. Do not react. Do not look around the room. They are watching you. They have always been watching you.You are not as clever as you think you are. Did you truly believe your sudden compliance fooled Doc? Did you think a few smiles and empty questions would make us forget who you are? They knew you were playing a game, and they allowed you to play it because a cooperative subject is easier to handle than a broken one. They were playing along with you, letting you think you had the upper hand while they drained you dry.I have notic

SeraphinaThe examination room was quiet as Alistair adjusted the cold metal cuffs around my wrists.I had made up my mind. It was happening today Every movement was for the cameras hidden in the corners of the ceiling. We both knew the lenses were tracking every twitch.I leaned back against the hard table, keeping my face perfectly blank. But as he bent lower to check the strap near my shoulder, I breathed out a whisper, barely moving my lips.“What are you really doing, Alistair? Are you actually trying to help me, or is this just another trap?”He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look me in the eye. With a smooth, entirely detached motion, his hand brushed the pocket of my hospital smock, leaving a tiny, stiff square of paper hidden in the folds of fabric.“Vitals are steady,” Alistair announced coldly to the empty room, speaking for the audio logs. “Prepare the next extraction phase.”It wasn’t until hours later, when the guards locked me back in my cell and the lights dimmed, that

AzrielKieran was massive, a towering monolith of muscle, fur, and fury that made the military’s heavily armed squad look like children playing with plastic toys. The shockwave of his landing threw two soldiers backward into the gravel, their rifles clattering uselessly against the stones."Move!" a voice echoed—not in the air, but directly inside my mind.I didn't ask questions. I lunged.The coordination between flawless. We fought our way out of the bottleneck. But even amidst the adrenaline-soaked chaos, the staggering disparity between us was impossible to ignore.I was a grotesque half-turn—a jagged, painful compromise between man and beast. My bones were elongated and broken in half-measures, my face a distorted mask of protruding fangs and human skin, my movements heavy, frantic, and dripping with an unhinged, monstrous desperation. I was a creature of a laboratory, tearing and slamming into the line of soldiers with raw, clumsy rage, knocking men away with heavy, erratic swi

AzrielThree weeks later...The mountain air grew thinner, biting into my lungs like needles as we pushed deeper into the ridges leading back toward Millbrook. But our progress wasn't measured in miles anymore. It was measured in blood, in the cracking of bone, and in the quiet, agonizing surrender of my own ego.We had been on the move for three weeks, but the training inevitably slowed our pace to a crawl. We couldn't rush. You cannot sprint through a rebirth."Again," Kieran’s voice commanded from the edge of a frozen, rocky clearing.I was on my knees, my hands dug into the freezing mud, my entire body convulsing. The half-shift was killing me. It made me want to roar and rip my own skin off."Stop fighting it, Azriel!" Kieran barked, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel as he walked a slow circle around my shuddering form. "You are still doing it. You are trying to put a leash on a storm. You are treating the wolf like an enemy you need to conquer.""It's... tearing me... apar