I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 82

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**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Fina 82**

Sophie struggled against him, her instincts kicking in as she fought to free herself from his grasp. But no matter how hard she tried, it was futile. In a moment of desperation, she sank her teeth into his lip, biting down with enough force to draw blood. The surprise on his face was almost satisfying. A small smile crept onto Sophie’s lips as she noticed the crimson stain on his skin. Finally, he rolled off her and sprang to his feet, a mix of anger and disbelief etched across his features.

He extended a hand to help her up, but Sophie hesitated. She only accepted his assistance because the eyes of the crowd were upon them, watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement. As soon as she was upright, she released his hand, feeling a rush of relief, and made her way towards where Kyle and Madison stood. Madison enveloped her in a warm hug, concern evident in her voice. “You okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed.

“Never better,” Sophie replied, though her voice lacked the enthusiasm the words suggested. “Just mad I didn’t land any more hits on him,” she added as she began to walk away, not entirely sure of her destination—only that it was away from Torin.

“Sophie,” she heard Torin’s voice, laced with anger, calling after her. But she didn’t turn back; instead, she threaded her way through the throng of bodies, finally pushing through the front doors and into the cool night air. The chill felt refreshing against her flushed cheeks, grounding her amidst the chaos of emotions swirling inside.

As she followed the crowd, a hand suddenly clasped her elbow, yanking her around to face a fuming Torin. Without uttering a single word, he pulled her along with him, navigating through the crowd. Sophie felt trapped, unsure of how to break free from his hold, so she allowed him to lead her wherever he intended to go.

As they moved, people greeted them, offering congratulations for their victories of the night, but Sophie tuned it all out. The noise faded into a dull hum in her ears. Eventually, Garett stopped beside a car, where Max was already seated inside. Torin opened the back door and ushered Sophie in before sliding into the front seat. Max wasted no time and drove off. The silence in the car was heavy, filled only with unspoken tension.

When they arrived at Torin’s house, he exited the vehicle first. Before he could open her door, Sophie slipped out the opposite side, determined to assert her independence. It didn’t matter; Torin was at her side in an instant, his hand once again resting on her elbow, a possessive gesture that ignited her anger.

At the door, he turned to Max with an authoritative tone, “Nobody comes in.” Max nodded in compliance as Torin shut the door behind him. Without a word, he guided Sophie down the hallway and into his room, shutting the door with a quiet finality.

Sophie whirled around to face him, her fury boiling over. “I’m not an object for you to drag around, Torin. Next time, try using your words,” she snapped, her voice sharp with indignation.

Torin remained silent for a moment, his gaze penetrating as he took her in. “You’re mad,” he stated, the calmness of his voice contrasting sharply with her tempestuous emotions.

Sophie let out a derisive snort. “You think? Wow, what gave it away?” she shot back, her frustration evident. Torin narrowed his eyes at her, but she shook her head, unwilling to engage further. “I’m done with this conversation for tonight. I’m going to bed,” she declared, attempting to sidestep him, but he moved into her path, blocking her escape.

“Really? You’re going to stop me from going to my own room?” she challenged, incredulous.

“We’re going to discuss what’s happening between us first,” he insisted, his voice steady and calm.

Sophie crossed her arms defiantly. “There’s nothing happening between us,” she retorted, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and hurt.

“Your presence in the ring tonight suggests otherwise. You were furious with me then, and you still are. I need to understand why. I told you I didn’t want to fight; you’re my mate…” he started, but Sophie cut him off.