All Chapters of My Stepfather Is My Mate: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

SYDNEYI felt so tired now, my energy levels depleting rapidly, but how do I tell him? As I looked at his face, I saw a beaming smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He was so happy to show me what he owned and to share such an important part of his life. I couldn't bear to dampen his spirits."Let's go to the hotel," he said, his voice filled with eagerness. "I want you to have some rest before seeing the main and last resort of this land."Did he just read my mind? Well, it's better than showing my exhaustion and not being able to give his prized possessions my full attention. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I nodded in agreement.We settled into his luxurious Mercedes S class, the epitome of sophistication and comfort. Its spacious and elegant interior made the ride feel incredibly relaxed. The smooth purr of the engine seemed to lull my tired mind, momentarily easing the weariness from my body.Soon enough, we reached our hotel, it's exterior as beautiful as I had imagi

ASMODEUS The sterile hum of machinery resonates through the control room, a clandestine haven where the boundaries of morality blur into the pursuit of scientific transcendence. Surrounded by an array of blinking monitors and the low hum of computers, I, Asmodeus, stand as the architect of a clandestine symphony, orchestrating the transformation of mere mortals into the embodiment of primal power. The room's cold steel surfaces reflect the ethereal glow of screens displaying intricate strands of human DNA, their secrets laid bare to my inquisitive gaze. My eyes, sharp and calculating, trace the lines of code that dance across the monitors, each sequence a note in the composition of an otherworldly masterpiece. It is here, in the heart of this covert laboratory, that the alchemy of science and the arcane converge under my watchful eye. As Sebastian's father, my vision extends beyond the boundaries of familial ties, transcending into a realm where the very essence of humanity is rewritt

SYDNEYI lay there in the darkness, my body weakened and my senses clouded. The liquid they had injected into me still coursed through my veins, rendering me unable to open my eyes. I was a prisoner in this cold, sterile room, where the air hung heavy with the stench of chemicals and desperation.Voices echoed in the distance, muffled and distorted by the haze of my drugged state. My heart raced as I strained to make sense of the words, to identify the source of the commotion. And then, cutting through the confusion like a beacon, I heard it. Sebastian's voice, filled with anger and urgency, resonated in my ears.He was yelling at the men who had kept me captive, those who sought to use me as a mere experiment, transforming me into a mutant werewolf like the others. The gravity of my situation weighed heavily on me, the fear of what they planned to do gnawing at my soul. But when Sebastian's voice pierced through the silence, a glimmer of hope flickered within me.Though my eyelids re

My vision narrowed, and all I could see was a haze of crimson, my mind consumed by a maddening fury. The darkness within threatened to swallow me whole, to reduce me to a mindless predator with a thirst for destruction. Sebastian, the one I had clung to for salvation, had become the target of my seething rage.Driven by an instinct I could no longer control, I lunged toward him, my body propelled by an unquenchable thirst for violence. But before I could reach him, a sharp, searing pain pierced my arm. I barely registered the presence of another person in the room, someone who had injected me with a substance that swiftly snatched me away from consciousness.As the darkness engulfed me, the tendrils of anger and vengeance slipping from my grasp, I fought to hold on to a sliver of awareness. I glimpsed the scene unfolding around me, the blurred figures and distant voices fading into the abyss. The last thought that flickered in my mind was a mix of confusion and desperation, a plea for

SEBASTIAN Returning to the solace of my house, I cradled Natalia's unconscious form with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. Hatred still burned within me, fueling my every action, but a flicker of protectiveness also emerged. She was mine to care for, to mend, and no one else's.As I entered the grand foyer, servants hurriedly approached, their eyes filled with concern and a willingness to assist. But I waved them off with a dark glare, an unspoken command that brooked no interference."No," I growled, my voice laced with possessiveness. "This is my burden to bear, my task alone. Leave us."Their expressions twisted with confusion, the desire to serve etched upon their faces, but they dared not challenge my command. With hesitant glances exchanged, they retreated, leaving Natalia's fate in my hands.Descending into the depths of my domain, I brought her to the sanctuary of my private chambers. Here, in the confines of my own darkness, I would tend to her, clothe her with my