All Chapters of My Stepfather Is My Mate: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

SYDNEYI stepped through the creaky old door, and instantly, the familiar scent of the house enveloped me. It was a peculiar mixture of age, memories, and a hint of mustiness that had clung to this place for generations. At first, the pungent aroma caught me off guard, and I instinctively scrunched my nose in response. But then, I laughed softly at my reaction, realizing how absurd it was to be surprised by the very essence of my roots. This was my home, where I truly belonged, not some extravagant high-end villa like Sebastian's.As I walked further into the living room, memories of my childhood came rushing back, each piece of furniture holding a story of its own. The worn-out armchair in the corner was where my grandpa used to sit, reading me bedtime stories with his gentle, crackling voice. The faded floral wallpaper, peeling at the edges, reminded me of all the times I had playfully traced the patterns with my tiny fingers, imagining fantastical worlds hidden within them.I could

SYDNEYIt was a typical Friday night, and I had just clocked out from my shift at the bar. The hustle and bustle of the night had subsided, leaving the city streets eerily quiet and dimly lit. As I walked alone, my breath formed little clouds in the chilly air, and I clutched my coat tighter around me. The neon lights from nearby establishments cast flickering patterns on the sidewalk, creating an unsettling dance of shadows.At first, I thought I had lost them, the drunken men who had been eyeing me all night at the bar. I quickened my pace, convinced that I had successfully ditched their unwelcome attention. However, that hopeful notion was shattered as I turned down a narrow alleyway and heard the faint echo of footsteps behind me. My heart pounded like a tribal drum, and my senses went on high alert.In an instant, the alley seemed to elongate, swallowing me in its sinister embrace. Fear wrapped its icy fingers around my heart, as the shadows seemed to morph into grotesque figures

SYDNEYI could feel the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I looked around at the drunk men sprawled on the floor, remnants of the altercation that just took place. My heart was racing, and I tried to control my shaky breath as Sebastian questioned me about what had happened."This has nothing to do with you," I managed to say, my voice sounding a little more assertive than I felt. "I could take care of myself, even if you wouldn't have come, so don't mind her," I added bitterly, trying to brush off the situation as if it were just another day in my chaotic life.As I rose from the floor, ready to put the incident behind me and walk away, Sebastian's grip on my arm stopped me in my tracks. The warmth of his touch contradicted the coldness of the situation. His concern was evident, but I wasn't ready to accept it."Yes, it does matter to me," he insisted, his eyes locking onto mine. "It would not have mattered if you didn't become my mate all of a sudden, you understand."I

SYDNEYAs I stood there, covered in blood-stained clothes, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and apprehension when Sebastian offered to give me a ride back home after I changed. The blood was from a minor accident, but it still left me feeling uneasy about his reaction.As I hurriedly changed into fresh clothes, my mind raced with thoughts of doubt and insecurity. What if he saw where I lived? My little apartment was far from luxurious, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he'd find it disgusting compared to his undoubtedly comfortable home.Hesitating for a moment, I finally mustered the courage to accept his offer. Despite my fear of judgment, I didn't want to appear ungrateful or offend him. Still, my heart pounded in my chest as we made our way to my neighborhood.As we approached my building, my anxiety reached its peak. I tried to hide my nerves, but I couldn't shake the fear that his opinion of me might change after seeing my modest dwelling. I quickly unlocked the door

SEBASTIANMy heart pounded like a relentless drum, and a deep, primal ache spread throughout my body. The familiar sensation of my wolf stirring inside me intensified, a howl building within me like a desperate plea for release. It felt as though an invisible force was tightening around my neck, suffocating me, urging me to heed the call of my instincts.Then, like a flash of lightning in the darkest night, a vision exploded across my eyes. A figure running, their heart pounding in tandem with mine, brimming with fear and desperation. I knew, at that moment, it was a vision of someone in distress, someone who needed my help.My heart sank as I recognized the person in the vision. It was Sydney, the one I had been searching for all this time. My mate. The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning, connecting our souls inextricably. A profound connection that went beyond words or logic.The vision took me inside a diner. Blood stained the floor, and the person's hands were drenched