I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 92

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**
**Chapter 92**

As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Sophie stirred awake, finding herself enveloped in solitude. She blinked against the soft glow, her mind slowly piecing together the remnants of sleep. A curious sensation washed over her as she assessed her body; surprisingly, her shoulder felt remarkably better than it had the night before. With a gentle stretch, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and that’s when her gaze fell upon a single rose resting on the nightstand, accompanied by a pristine white envelope.

Intrigued, she reached for the envelope, her fingers brushing against the delicate paper. With a slight hesitation, she opened it, revealing a simple yet heartfelt card.

*Sophie,*

*Thank you for last night. Knowing you bear my mark is the greatest feeling in the world. My wolf was actually calm last night for the first time in a very long time. I can’t wait until I can have you in my bed every night and hold you as you drift off to sleep. It’s my new favorite pastime.*

*I love you, Sophie, and can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.*

*— Torin*

A warm smile spread across her face as she read his words, her heart swelling with affection. The morning seemed brighter, infused with the promise of love and connection. After a moment of savoring the note, she slipped out of bed and headed for the shower, allowing the warm water to wash away any lingering remnants of sleep.

As she stood under the cascading water, she took her time, letting her thoughts wander. She could still feel the warmth of Torin’s embrace, the way his presence wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. After her shower, she rummaged through her closet, selecting a lovely green blouse that she had admired during her last shopping trip. Paired with a pair of white jeans that Madison had coaxed her into buying, she felt a spark of confidence.

She carefully styled her hair, using product to enhance her curls, and adorned herself with delicate earrings, pulling her hair back slightly on the sides. A light touch of makeup completed her look, and with a final glance in the mirror, she felt ready to face the day.

As she descended the stairs, the aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen beckoned her. Just as she was about to reach out to Torin through their bond, a sudden knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

Without a second thought, she approached the door, curiosity piqued. Upon opening it, she was met with the sight of two unfamiliar men standing before her. They were strikingly tall and lean, impeccably dressed in sharp suits that seemed to radiate an air of authority.

“Uh, can I help you?” she asked, her voice steady despite a flicker of unease settling in her stomach.

The man in front inhaled deeply, a small smile playing on his lips. “Oh, I think you’ll be able to help me just fine.” A chill ran down Sophie’s spine; something about his demeanor set off alarm bells in her mind.

“Actually, this isn’t a good time,” she said, her voice firm. “Maybe you could come back later?” She reached for the door handle, but before she could grasp it, the man stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

He seized her wrist with a grip that felt like iron. Sophie blinked up at him, shock coursing through her veins. She had lived among shifters, yet she had never witnessed anyone move with such speed. Fear wrapped around her like a vice.

“Sophie, are you okay?” Torin’s voice echoed in her mind, but she was unable to respond, her focus consumed by the man’s unyielding grasp.

“Torin!” she gasped, trying to wrench herself free, but his hold was unbreakable. Panic surged within her as adrenaline flooded her system, her training kicking in. She threw a punch, but it landed harmlessly against him, eliciting a mocking laugh.

“You’re a wily little thing, aren’t you?” he taunted, just as the second man joined him, effectively pinning her down. They maneuvered her off the porch and down the steps, and just then, the door swung open behind them.

“Hey!” Kyle’s voice rang out, and Sophie felt a surge of hope as a wolf leaped through the air toward them. The man holding her released her, instinctively defending himself against the sudden attack.

Madison’s wolf followed suit, charging at them with fierce determination. In that chaotic moment, Sophie felt herself being grabbed again, this time by the second man, who began dragging her away.

A howl pierced the air, and as she looked up, her heart soared at the sight of three wolves racing toward her. At the forefront was her magnificent black wolf, unwavering in his charge. He leaped at the man who had been holding her, while Liam’s wolf joined forces with Torin, pinning down the assailant with a ferocity that sent shivers down her spine.

Max and Kyle quickly subdued the second man, and Sophie watched in awe as Torin shifted, his eyes blazing with an intensity she had never witnessed before. “You touched my mate,” he growled, his voice low and filled with a dangerous authority. “You’ve signed your own death warrant. Why are you here? Why would you break a century-old pact and step foot on pack lands?”

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