All Chapters of ENTANGLED WITH HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LOGAN“Let’s seat, sweetheart,” I guided us back to our seats while that confused look remained glued to her face.“We’re seated, now tell me what that thing means,” she insisted.Whew. While her innocence was adorable, I wish I didn't have to explain a concept like this to her, but it was too late for that wish to be fulfilled.“A blood whore is someone that enjoys being fed on, genuinely, to the extent that they feel intense sexual pleasure while their skin is being suckled on instead of mere pain,” I stopped and rubbed my hands together gingerly, “in fact, the pleasure stems from the pain.”Ashley looked like she was about to gag and throw up on the spot. I’d never seen such disgust in her eyes and that was weird because she’d watched me gruesomely torture my enemies.“What the hell? Sexual pleasure? Christ, that's... Fucking gross,” she hissed, heaving like she was struggling to keep herself sane.I watched her drag in a long breath and let it out in uncomfortable hitches.“So, sh

SCARLETTThe curse of a sleepless night was upon me.And no, not the type where I stare at the ceiling for hours until it fades into blurry hallucinations and I drift to sleep. This was the worst kind when no position seemed comfortable, my eyes stung when I closed them, and I kept tossing and turning like a maniac.Strangely, it was all because I was so worried about Ken. After he lied to my face, I’d convinced myself that I no longer felt pity for him and whatever fate he met, but when I texted him to rant about how I knew he was lying and it didn’t deliver for hours, I started to panic.I’d called him countless times too, and since the Ken I knew always kept his phone on, I knew that being redirected to voicemail meant something bad had happened.Earlier, during dinner, I was unable to eat a single bite and Blake had pleaded with me to eat after assuring me that everything would be fine and I was just spiraling. Normally, I’d take Blake’s word as gospel, but a feeling tearing at me

SCARLETTLike a whirlwind, the memories of the night before spun into a violent ball and slammed into me as soon as I woke up.I didn’t even get a single breather before I felt an indescribable wave of shame enveloping me from head to toe. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to fight off the scenes replaying in my head, most especially the ones where I’d been begging and crying for more like an unhinged, desperate whore.I looked down at my ripped nightdress and the scars scattered across my body, and I ended up tumbling from the bed frantically.What horrible insatiable beast had I become!?My heart was suddenly beating like crazy and drums were going off in my head. I’d never seen shame turn into panic, but I was currently experiencing it and it felt like hell.As though I wasn’t in enough of a shit hole, my wolf started to frantically pull at my insides and throw me deeper into the spiral than I thought possible. I knew that my wolf’s erratic behavior could be calmed by a run, but my

SCARLETTAbsentmindedly, I took down a customer’s coffee and pastry order and passed it to the chef’s assistant before letting my mind drift back to the one thought that’d been on a loop in my head.It’s been a little over a week, yet, Ken’s death hasn’t stopped weighing on my fragile heart.No matter how much I thought of it, Ken’s punishment wasn’t worth his offense. In fact, no one should be that quick to kill anyone else, not even a powerful hybrid that thinks he can strut around with the world in his palms.It’s baffling and frankly unnerving that he would kill a man over gossip that died out in hours.But at the same time, it made sense that he’d be capable of doing something like that and seeing no wrong in it. Besides, he’d ruined hundreds of lives when he closed down countless businesses and didn’t feel a tad bit apologetic about it.That bastard ruined my life and acted like it was a normal day in the office and I’d overreacted about it.Well, good riddance to bad rubbish. N

SCARLETTShame flooded my entire being in an unforgiving way as I changed to fresh clothes in the cabin.I felt like there was a stench of the godforsaken act I’d just engaged in hovering and clinging to every inch of my skin as I hurried out of the cabin and into the house. I practically ran up the stairs as several voices in my head pointed accusing fingers at me.Immediately I was in the privacy of my room, I slammed the door shut, peeled my clothes off quickly and stormed into the bathroom.I turned on the shower to the hottest temperature and used all my might to scrub off the shame lingering all over me. No matter how much I tried, it seemed impossible to wash off the fact that I’d let my step-brother fuck the living daylight out of me at seven fucking a.m and I’d enjoyed every single moment of it.Again, I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was sore, but the memories were too fresh and I kept failing to get rid of the shame snowballing in my head.My alarm went off signifying