Lahat ng Kabanata ng CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

SeraphinaThe doors opened and I expected to see Doc walk in. However, Vane did. When he arrived, I had no idea. He looked so destroyed.Doc limped in behind him, clutching a metallic briefcase containing three glowing, neon-blue vials of the refined baseline solution."The day has arrived, Seraphina," Vane announced, a wide, predatory smile on his face. He stopped at the foot of my examination table, resting his hands casually on the cold iron rail. "We have finally perfected the delivery formula. No more cell degradation. No more rapid neurological decay. The stability thresholds are flawless."I kept my face entirely blank, my wrists resting heavily in the leather cuffs, though beneath the surface, I was panicking."We're so close," Vane continued, his eyes gleaming with ecstasy. Behind that glass, the final batch of experimental Logas—twelve young men and women dragged from the lower levels—were strapped into high-containment chairs, waiting for the serum. "All we need now is the

AzrielThe stench of ozone, chemical foam, and decaying flesh vanished the moment I scented her.Seraphina.She was pinned against the shattered glass, a small, midnight-black wolf held by the throat, her ribs barely moving as her life force flickered like a dying candle in a hurricane. The sight of her—weak, and inches from death—didn't trigger a chaotic explosion of rage this time. Thanks to Kieran’s training, the fury hardened instantly into a cold, diamond-sharp focus. My wolf and I acted as one perfect body.With a deafening snarl, I hit Ethan. The sheer mass of my new, magnificent wolf form slammed into his side. The force pushed him away from Seraphina, sending his monstrous, half-human body skidding thirty feet down the corridor.Kieran was a silver blur beside me, his massive jaws snapping shut on a guard who had dared raise a weapon, neutralizing the threat in a single, fluid motion. He didn't interfere with my target. This was my fight.I immediately shifted back to my huma

AzrielThe black smoke of Millbrook’s collapse was still painting the morning sky when we heard deafening chop of helicopter blades.Before the survivors could even clear the base of the ridge, three armored military transport vehicles skidded to a halt on the road ahead, completely cutting off our escape route. Soldiers in white uniform gear poured out, rifles raised."Hold your fire!" an aristocratic voice commanded over a megaphone.From the center vehicle, a tall, imposing man in an officer’s coat stepped out. His chest was decorated with medals, and his eyes were as cold and gray as the slush beneath his boots. He carried himself with absolute, unquestioned authority.He walked past his men, his gaze sweeping over our tired group—over Kieran, dad, the trembling survivors, and finally landing on me, where I stood holding a still-unconscious Seraphina in my arms."I am General Hunter Corvus," he announced, his voice smooth, entirely devoid of the panic you'd expect from someone sta

Azriel I pushed the sedan down the highway, leaving Seraphina’s school behind. The silence in the car was heavy, until I caught the eyes of the man sitting in my passenger seat."You can stop glaring at the dashboard, Kieran," I said, keeping my eyes on the road. "The intersection is a mile back."Kieran let out a low, rumbling grunt, shifting his broad shoulders in his leather jacket. "You’re pushing your luck, boy. Mate or no mate, watching you handle my daughter like that in broad daylight makes my claws want to come out.""Then it's a good thing we're heading somewhere you can actually let them out," I replied, pulling the car into the gravel turnout of the dense forest reserve bordering the city.Since we came back, it didn't take much for me to get back to normal. I only had to make sure that Celeste and the others where fine.I have seen a lot so the experience didn't leave me shaken. I just saw it as another active duty with psychopaths.We got out of the car, the underlying

SeraphinaMy brain went blank. I stared at the heavy black cotton hanging from my mother’s hands, my mind racing at a million miles an hour to find a lie that wouldn't completely destroy our lives."Oh! That!" I blurted out, snatching the shirt from her grip a little too aggressively. I scrambled to force a casual, tired laugh. "I—I borrowed it from his laundry pile yesterday. You know how freezing my room gets at night with the Seattle rain and all. My oversized hoodies are in the wash, so I just grabbed the first big thing I saw in the hallway basket so I could sleep in it."Mom stared at me, her eyes narrowing as she evaluated the explanation. For a terrifying three seconds, she looked like she was about to march straight over to my wardrobe to check for the rest of his clothes."From the laundry basket?" she repeated, skeptical."Yes! And speaking of sleeping, I really, really need to finish reading over my final project report before tomorrow, or Maya is actually going to flunk m