I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 65

**Chapter 65**

Kevin’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he posed a question that hung in the air between them like a fragile thread. “You don’t know if I’m coming to get you, or you don’t know where you are?”

“Both,” Sophie replied, her voice barely escaping her lips, laden with uncertainty.

“Well, now that I know you’re with Torin, I can track you down using this phone. I’ll take the choice out of your hands, sweetheart. I’ll ensure you’re safe, and then we can sit down and unravel everything that’s happening. Does that sound good?” As he spoke, Sophie gave a small nod, only to realize that he couldn’t see her acknowledgment through the phone.

“Okay,” she murmured, her heart racing. “I just… I don’t know if they’ll let me go.”

“Oh, leave that worry to me, honey. I’m a police officer. They’ll have no choice but to let you go.” Kevin’s confidence was palpable, but doubt gnawed at Sophie’s insides. “Just be ready,” he instructed, his tone firm yet reassuring.

“Okay,” she echoed, though uncertainty continued to swirl in her mind. She felt lost, trapped in a whirlwind of confusion. Just as she hung up, the door creaked open, and Max stepped inside.

Sophie instinctively clutched Torin’s phone tighter in her hand. “Somebody called for him. I’ll take it to him,” she said quickly, her mind racing to craft a believable excuse.

Max simply nodded, moving towards the living room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Heart pounding like a drum, Sophie made her way down the hallway, her mind a flurry of thoughts. She quickly deleted Kevin’s call from Torin’s phone, desperate to keep her secret safe. Just as she was contemplating her next move, the phone vibrated in her hand, startling her. Initially taken aback, she soon realized this could serve her purpose well. It would provide her with a legitimate reason to approach Torin.

With a determined breath, she paused just outside Torin’s room and gently knocked on the door.

When Torin opened it, he stood before her clad only in a towel, his physique striking and powerful. Sophie felt her mouth go dry, her gaze momentarily drawn to his bare skin. She forced herself to focus on the injuries that marred his body. “Your injuries look a little better,” she managed to say, her voice tinged with concern.

“Shifter healing. I bounce back quickly,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, but there was an undertone of strength that reassured her.

“Oh, your phone’s ringing,” she said, extending it towards him. The moment he took it, she turned on her heel, needing to put distance between them. She hurried into her room, grabbing her purse and a pair of soft grey boots along with warm socks. After slipping them on, she crept out of her room and made her way to the kitchen. She carefully placed her purse on a chair tucked under the table, hoping it would go unnoticed. If anyone questioned her about the boots, she would simply say she was feeling cold.

Sophie settled at the table, her eyes glued to the window, anxiety gnawing at her. Was she making the right choice? After a few tense minutes, her restlessness mounted. She stood up, pacing the floor, her mind racing with possibilities. Approaching the front door, she felt Max’s presence behind her.

“You can’t leave,” he said, his voice firm.

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