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021. Craving to Taste Him [18+]
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Mated to My Rival Step Brother 155. A Decision Wolf Denies to Accept
Blake’s POV:I do not look back.If I do, I know I will say something worse. Or I will break. Either way, I lose.So I walk.Every step away from the training ground feels heavier than the last. My chest burns. My throat feels tight, like I swallowed something sharp and it got stuck there.Pathetic.That is what he called me.I clench my fists as I cross the courtyard, ignoring the curious glances from other students. Some of them sense the tension. Wolves always do. Anger has a smell. So does hurt.My wolf paces inside me, restless, snarling low.He did not mean it.I shove that thought away instantly.No. Do not do this again.I reach my dorm and slam the door shut behind me, locking it with more force than necessary. The sound echoes, sharp and final.The silence that follows is unbearable.I press my back against the door and slide down until I am sitting on the floor.My hands shake.“Get it together,” I whisper to myself.But my chest caves in anyway.Images replay without mercy
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 154. Cold Plates and Sharpened Words
Alex’s POV:The training ground smells like dust and sweat when I finally slow down.My muscles ache in the good way. The way that tells me I pushed hard enough to drown out everything else. I bend forward, hands on my knees, breathing heavy.Do not think about him.Too late.I feel him before I see him.That presence. That pull. Like the air itself shifts.I straighten slowly.Blake stands near the edge of the ground, jacket half zipped, hair messy like he did not bother fixing it properly. His eyes are sharp. Tired. Hungry.Literally hungry, if the tight set of his mouth is anything to go by.He did not eat.I know it without asking. He always skips breakfast when he is upset. Says coffee is enough. Lies straight through his teeth.Our eyes meet.The world narrows.“So,” Blake says, breaking the silence first. His voice is calm, but I hear the edge under it. “You are alive.”I scoff. “Disappointed?”“Confused,” he replies. “You ran off like the world was ending.”I turn away, grab m
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 153. Dorm Walls and Silent Wars
Alex’s POV:The shower water hits my back hard, like it is trying to bruise something out of me.Steam fills the small bathroom, fogging the mirror, turning the world into something blurry and distant. I let my head drop forward, palms flat against the tiled wall, breath slow but heavy.It is still my birthday.The realization lands quietly. No fireworks. No celebration. Just a dull weight in my chest that refuses to lift.I should have been sleeping. Laughing maybe. Pretending I do not care about dates like this.Instead, I am here. Alone. Letting hot water wash over a body that feels too tight, too restless, too aware.Happy birthday, Alex.I scoff under my breath.Some gift this turned out to be.Blake’s face flashes in my mind before I can stop it. His eyes. His voice. The way he looked at me like I was something worth holding onto.I slam my hand against the tile.“Stop.”My wolf growls low inside me, pacing, angry, wounded.You pushed him away.“I know.”You hurt him.“I know th
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 152. The Ride Back to Reality
Blake’s POV:The engine starts with a low sound, smooth and controlled, just like my mother.We sit inside her car in a strange silence. Too many people. Too many thoughts. No one knows where to place them.I am in the front seat beside her. Maya, Liam, and Leo are in the back. The sky outside is still dark, early morning light trying to wake up but failing. The road from Silver Mansion to the Academy feels longer than usual.Maybe because none of us are really here.Maya sits curled slightly toward the window, her arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes keep drifting down to her hands, then up again, then back down. I know that look. That is worry she does not know how to put into words.Lyra.Liam and Leo sit on either side of her. Liam has one arm stretched across the seat, relaxed, like always. Leo leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, quiet for once.That alone tells me something is wrong.My mom keeps her eyes on the road. Both hands on the wheel. Calm. Composed
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 151. Before the Sun Finds Us
Blake’s POV:The sky outside is still dark, that in-between shade where night hasn’t fully loosened its grip and morning hasn’t dared to announce itself yet. The clock on the wall reads 5:25 a.m., its red digits glowing like an accusation.Too early.Way too early.And yet here we are.I tug my jacket on, fingers moving automatically as my mind lingers somewhere else entirely; somewhere tangled in silver eyes, a blank stare, and words that were never spoken. Sleep had been a joke. Closing my eyes only brought Alex’s face back, restless, guarded, breathing faster under my touch and then… nothing.No answers.Just silence.“Blake,” Liam mutters, dragging his bag across the floor with zero respect for anyone’s ears, “if this thing wakes Lyra up, she will murder you. Slowly.”“I will gladly sacrifice you to save myself,” I reply without looking at him.Leo snorts from the doorway, hair sticking up in at least four different directions. “Bold of you to assume she won’t kill all of us.”May
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 150. The Weight of an Apology
Alex’s POV:The corridor outside my room feels colder than it did an hour ago.Or maybe it is just me.I stand near the window, arms crossed, staring at the faint silver glow of the moon spilling across the marble floor. My wolf is unusually quiet. Not calm. Just… subdued. Like it knows I crossed a line that cannot be erased with time or strength.A soft knock breaks the silence.“Alex.”Her voice.I straighten instinctively. “Come in.”The door opens, and Silver Luna Selene steps inside.She does not look at me immediately. Instead, she carries a folded dark coat over one arm and a small crystal vial in her hand. The scent of herbs and moonroot follows her, subtle but powerful.“We need to leave,” she says quietly. “Now.”I nod once.No arguments. No questions.That is how it has been since she left my room earlier. Silence. Heavy and unspoken.She steps closer and drapes the coat around my shoulders before I can react. It is warm. Heavier than it looks. The fabric is infused with pa
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