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?”

Dazed, Sophie righted herself on the seat, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. As she fought to regain her bearings, she felt a warm trickle of blood from the cut on her forehead, stinging as it dripped into her eyes. The front door opened, and through her blurred vision, she saw Kevin climb in, cursing under his breath.

Then, in a shocking twist, the passenger door swung open, and there was Levi. A flicker of hope ignited within Sophie, a small ember in the darkness that had enveloped her since getting into the car.

Levi turned to her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the cut on her forehead. “You already having problems with her?” he asked, feigning nonchalance. “You should have just knocked her out,” he muttered, fastening his seatbelt as if this were just another day.

But the flicker of hope extinguished almost instantly, replaced by a deep sense of betrayal. Levi had sided with Kevin. A wave of nausea rolled through her, churning her stomach as she realized she wasn’t much better—she had betrayed them too.

Sophie poured all her energy into finding a way to escape from the back seat. Kevin glanced back at her, laughter bubbling up from his throat. “You do realize you’re in the backseat of a police cruiser, right? There’s no escaping. Trust me, tougher criminals than you have tried and failed.” His arrogance only fueled her anger, and she glared at the back of his head, determination hardening in her chest.

They drove for hours, the landscape outside shifting but offering no familiar sights. Sophie had lost track of time and place long ago. Peering out the window, she strained to catch a glimpse of anything that might provide a clue. “This is where he said he’d meet us?” Levi asked, breaking the silence.

Kevin nodded, pulling the car to a stop. He exited the vehicle, and moments later, Levi followed suit. Kevin opened the door and yanked Sophie from the car, his grip bruising as he maneuvered her.

Sophie stumbled, disoriented by the handcuffs and the sudden movement. Kevin forced her to stand beside him against the car, his presence an oppressive weight. “Now what?” Levi inquired, a hint of impatience in his voice.

The tension in the air was thick, suffocating, as Sophie prepared herself for whatever came next.