I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 93

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**
**Chapter 93**

Sophie stood before the mirror, her heart racing as she fought against the rising tide of panic. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately seeking calm amidst the whirlpool of anxiety churning within her. Eight hours had flown by in a blur of preparation for her bonding ceremony with Torin, and now, the moment they had both been waiting for was finally upon them. The reality of it all felt surreal, almost dreamlike. This day was not just important for them; it was crucial for their entire pack.

They needed this day. A reprieve from the weight of uncertainty that loomed over them like a dark cloud. Just one day to set aside their fears and troubles, to celebrate the bond they shared. The thought of bringing joy to their fellow pack members filled her with a sense of purpose. She and Torin were about to offer them a much-needed escape, a chance to revel in happiness, even if just for a fleeting moment.

Yet, the shadows of the past few weeks loomed large. Since the vampires had intruded upon their territory, an unsettling quiet had settled over the pack. There was a palpable tension in the air, a collective understanding that something significant was on the horizon. Everyone was bracing themselves for the storm that was bound to come. Torin had been tirelessly investigating the breach of their treaty, delving into the reasons behind the vampires’ audacious arrival. But despite his relentless efforts, he had yet to uncover any answers, and the frustration etched on his face weighed heavily on her heart. Sophie was grateful for this day; he needed it as much as anyone else.

With a deep sigh, Sophie reminded herself that once the ceremony was over, they would finally be bonded—mated, married, however one chose to define it. The mere thought of that future filled her with excitement, but it was not the source of her current distress.

No, her anxiety stemmed from the very dress she wore. It was undeniably beautiful—exquisite, in fact—but it felt like a costume, a facade that didn’t quite reflect who she truly was. The soft cream fabric shimmered with sequins, strapless and boasting a daring plunging neckline that hugged her every curve. And those curves, thanks to her newfound health and the nourishment she had received from the wolves, were now more pronounced than ever. To add to her discomfort, the dress featured a scandalous slit that reached well past mid-thigh. Paired with towering nude heels, she felt more like a model on a runway than a woman preparing for a sacred bonding ceremony.

The dress had been lovingly crafted by one of the talented women in the pack, and Sophie understood the honor that came with wearing it. The other ladies had assured her of that repeatedly, yet she found herself wishing it was a bit less revealing. Throughout the day, the older, mated women had fussed over her, offering their guidance and support. Madison had been her constant companion, helping with her hair and makeup, but even she hadn’t seen Sophie in the dress yet. Sophie took a deep breath, willing the panic to dissipate. It was nearly time to step outside, to embrace the moment.

“Are you ready?” Greta, the kind-hearted woman who had assisted her all afternoon, asked gently.

Sophie turned to her, forcing a smile. “Yes. Thank you for everything you did for me today.”

Greta’s eyes sparkled with warmth. “It’s my greatest honor to help the mate of our alpha prepare for her bonding ceremony.” She handed Sophie a wrap designed specifically to cover the dress during transit. Sophie accepted it gratefully and followed her out to the waiting car, climbing in with care.

Max was behind the wheel, and Sophie felt a wave of relief wash over her. His presence provided a sense of security that she desperately needed. She didn’t want to engage in conversation; all she wished for was to focus on breathing, on calming her racing heart. The drive to the beautiful hall where the shifters held their weddings and events felt like it passed in an instant. Max opened her door, extending his arm to her. Trembling slightly, she placed her hand on his arm, and together they walked toward the building.

As they entered, the sound of music enveloped her, a gentle melody mixed with the soft hum of voices. Suddenly, panic gripped her once more, and she froze in place. Max glanced down at her, concern etched on his face. “I can’t do this, Max,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He studied her intently. “What do you need?”

“I need to see Torin,” she confessed, her heart aching. Without a word, he nodded, understanding her urgency.

Torin? She reached out through their bond, her heart pounding.

“Sophie, are you okay?” Torin’s voice was laced with concern.

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