I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 60

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

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely a thread.

The door creaked open, and in walked Madison, her expression a blend of concern and determination. “Hey, Torin called me. He thought you might need some help when you were done,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.

Sophie sighed, the weight of her exhaustion pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. “Yeah. I can’t get up,” she admitted, her tone thick with misery.

“Let me help,” Madison offered, her hands moving swiftly behind Sophie’s back, gently easing her into a standing position. As she did, Madison quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink as she extended a towel for Sophie to wrap around herself. Sophie wrapped it around her body with a sense of urgency, the fabric soft against her skin, and hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Meanwhile, Madison busied herself gathering Sophie’s clothes, her movements efficient and caring.

Madison handed Sophie a pair of underwear, which she quickly slipped on, feeling a small sense of normalcy return. Next came a cozy, clean sleeping shirt and soft pajama pants. Once Sophie was dressed, she sank onto the edge of the bed, her body weary and her mind racing.

“Can I brush your hair for you?” Madison asked, her voice gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing the fragile peace in the room.

“Sure,” Sophie replied, grateful for the distraction. She sat quietly, allowing her mind to wander back to happier times. Her dad used to brush her hair, the soothing strokes a comforting ritual that now felt like a distant memory.

After a few moments, Madison finished braiding Sophie’s hair, her fingers deftly weaving the strands together. Sophie then made her way back to the bathroom to brush her teeth, the minty freshness a welcome reprieve. They exchanged light conversation, but soon enough, fatigue began to creep back in. The dull ache in her ribs and stomach intensified, and Madison, ever attentive, offered to find some painkillers.

A few moments later, the door swung open, and Torin stepped in, his presence filling the room with a sense of calm. He helped prop Sophie up so she could take her pills, his touch gentle and reassuring. After she swallowed the medication, he laid her back down with utmost care, pulling the blankets snugly over her. “Thank you,” Sophie murmured softly, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep began to claim her.

“I’ll be in the room next to yours for the night. If you call out, I’ll hear you. Get some sleep,” Torin said, his voice a comforting balm. Sophie didn’t reply; she simply closed her eyes, willing the haunting memories of her attack to fade into the shadows.

But luck was not on her side. The night brought with it a torrent of nightmares.

Sophie found herself running, her heart pounding in her chest. She could sense them closing in on her, Brody and his friends, their malicious laughter echoing in her ears. They couldn’t catch her—if they did, she knew terrible things awaited her. Panic surged through her as she glanced back, her breath hitching in her throat. They were gaining on her.

She pushed herself to run faster, but her legs felt like lead. The familiar sight of a coffee shop loomed ahead, and she sprinted towards it, desperate for refuge. But as she burst through the door, horror washed over her; it wasn’t the coffee shop at all—it was her old house, her old room. The realization sent a chill down her spine.

Frantically, she tried to lock the door, but the lock betrayed her, refusing to budge. In a panic, she shoved her dresser against the door, her heart racing as they began to pound against it. The dresser shifted, and she knew it wouldn’t hold them back for long. Desperation clawed at her as she scanned the room, her eyes landing on a window she didn’t remember being there. Without a second thought, she climbed out, her heart racing with the hope of escape.

But the howls behind her were relentless. She wasn’t going to get away. A scream tore from her throat as one of them lunged at her. She fell to the ground, grappling with the creature, but her strength was waning. The wolf’s powerful jaws clamped down on her shoulder, and pain radiated through her body like wildfire.

“This is what you deserve, Sophie,” Brody’s cruel voice taunted her, laughter dripping with malice. “Sophie, Sophie.”

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