I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 66

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**
**Chapter 66**

“Are you alright, beautiful?” Kevin’s voice rang out, echoing slightly as he closed the car door behind him with a decisive thud.

Sophie merely nodded, her heart racing. As Kevin shifted the car into reverse, the gravel crunched beneath the tires, a sound that felt ominous in the stillness of the evening. Just as they were about to turn onto the main road, Sophie glanced up. To her dismay, she caught Torin’s gaze fixed intently on her. A wave of warmth washed over her, quickly followed by a chill of dread, and she looked away, inhaling deeply to steady herself.

The car rolled forward in a heavy silence, the kind that seemed to stretch endlessly. “Thanks for coming to get me,” Sophie finally broke the quiet, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kevin didn’t reply, his eyes focused on the road ahead. She stole a glance at him, searching for a hint of warmth or reassurance, but his expression remained unreadable. With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the passing scenery, the world outside a blur of shadows and fading light.

After what felt like an eternity, Sophie realized she had no clue where they were. “Are we driving into town?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“No,” Kevin replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for further questions.

Sophie felt a jolt of surprise. “I thought we were heading to the police station,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

A chuckle escaped Kevin, but it was a hollow sound that sent a shiver down her spine. It didn’t sound like him at all.

“Oh, Sophie,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Or should I say, Sloane?” The name hung in the air, heavy and accusatory. Sophie’s heart skipped a beat, and she froze, her mind racing.

“Yeah, I know your real name. I know all about you,” he continued, a sinister satisfaction evident in his tone.

Panic gripped Sophie like a vice. What was happening? “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she managed to stammer, her voice trembling.

Kevin laughed again, a chilling sound that echoed in the confines of the car. “I think you do,” he said, his voice turning icy.

“What’s going on? Where are we going?” Sophie demanded, her heart pounding in her chest.

“It’s a little too late to be asking those questions, isn’t it, Sloane?” he retorted, his eyes glinting with malice.

“Don’t call me that!” Sophie snapped, her voice rising with defiance.

“Why? Does it bring back bad memories? Memories of your family?” he taunted, each word a dagger.

“Who are you?” Sophie asked, striving to keep her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her insides. She felt as if the air had been sucked from her lungs, and she was gasping for breath.

Ignoring her question, he leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “You have a very rare talent. I hear you can see wolves’ mates just by touching them. Is that true?”

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