I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 21

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**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**

Sophie and her roommate had just finished their dinner, the remnants of their meal still lingering in the air, and now they were ready to part ways. Sophie had a pressing task ahead of her—laundry. She needed a clean shirt to wear for tomorrow, and the thought of rummaging through her belongings filled her with a sense of urgency. With a sigh of relief, she noted that her roommate was out of the room once again, granting her a brief moment of solitude.

Entering her room, she knelt down on the floor, her fingers brushing against the cool surface as she reached under the bed to retrieve her laundry. “No, no, no,” she muttered under her breath, anxiety creeping in.

As her heart raced, she began to pull everything out from beneath the bed—old shoes, dust bunnies, and forgotten trinkets scattered around her. But the suit coat, the one she held dear, was nowhere to be found. Panic surged within her as dread coiled tightly around her chest. She buried her face in her hands, feeling a wave of nausea rise from her stomach, threatening to choke her.

What was she going to do? The price of that coat was a mystery to her, but she knew it was worth a small fortune. Anger flared up, hot and relentless, right on the heels of her panic. How could her roommate have taken it? This was the last straw—she was fed up with her roommate’s habit of borrowing without asking.

Moments later, her roommate strolled back into the room, completely unfazed. Sophie, feeling the fury bubble up inside her like a boiling pot, stood up abruptly. “Where is it?” she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory. But her roommate, seemingly indifferent, walked over to her own bed, ignoring Sophie’s inquiry. “Where is it?” Sophie pressed again, her tone growing more heated.

Her roommate continued to dismiss her, lying down on her bed and donning her headphones as if Sophie were invisible. In that moment, Sophie felt a surge of frustration. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe through the anger, but it was futile. With a swift movement, she marched over and yanked the headphones away from her roommate’s ears.

Her roommate bolted upright, anger flashing in her eyes as she swore at Sophie. But Sophie had reached her limit. “Where’s the jacket?” she demanded once more, her voice tinged with desperation.

In an unexpected twist, her roommate stood, invading Sophie’s personal space. “It’s gone. I sold it,” she declared, her tone dripping with malice.

Sophie couldn’t help but let out a derisive laugh, disbelief washing over her. “You couldn’t have sold it! I was only gone for thirty minutes!”

But her roommate’s laughter was chilling, a sound that sent shivers down Sophie’s spine. “Shows how much you know,” she taunted, and before Sophie could even process the words, a fist collided with her stomach, the impact knocking the breath out of her. She crumpled to the floor, pain radiating through her body as her roommate followed up with a brutal kick to her ribs, forcing her into a protective ball.

After two more vicious kicks, her roommate knelt beside her, a smirk on her face. “Don’t ever take my headphones away from me again,” she hissed, leaving Sophie gasping for air on the floor.