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026. Things Left Unsaid
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2025-12-15 23:59:17
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Mated to My Rival Step Brother 030. When Anger Felt Like Fear
Alex’s POV:The room was quiet, but my head was not.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, fingers pressed together. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing again and again. Blake on the ground. Blood at the corner of his lips. Liam holding him like it was natural, like it was allowed.And Aaran.My jaw tightened.I had seen many fights in the academy. Fights were normal here. Alphas clashed. Egos burned. But what Aaran did today was not a fight. It was rage. It was dirty.And it was aimed at Blake.That thought alone made something twist hard inside my chest.Why did it bother me so much.I dragged a hand through my hair and stood up, pacing the room. My shoulder still had a dull ache, but it was nothing serious. Werewolf healing did its job fast. Physically, I was fine. Mentally, I was not.I stopped near the window.The academy lights outside glowed softly. Night had settled fully now. Usually, nights calmed me. Today, it only made things louder.Aaran’s face
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 029. Disturbed Mind
Blake’s POV:I froze.I looked up slowly, and there he was, standing too close, eyes sharp, jaw tight. His hand was still on my arm, strong, steady. I hated how safe it felt.“What are you doing in Liam’s dorm?” he asked. His voice was not loud, but it was hard. Like he was already annoyed before hearing any answer.I pulled my arm back and leaned properly. “I got injured,” I said, simple. “Liam brought me here.”Alex’s eyes moved over me, from my wrapped ankle to my lip corner. His anger did not soften. If anything, it burned more.“Then let’s go,” he said. “Return to your dorm. Or my dorm. Anywhere but here.”I frowned. “Why?”He crossed his arms. “Because your mom called me.”That made me blink.“What?”“She called me,” Alex repeated. “She said you were crying when you spoke to her. Then suddenly your phone’s signal was gone. After that, your phone was off. She tried again and again. She panicked.”I swallowed.“That’s why I had to come here,” he added. “To check if you are alive o
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 028. Words That Cut Deeper
Blake’s POV:I was still trying to steady my breath when Alex’s hands left my arms. The warmth of his touch vanished too fast, like it was never meant to stay. I stood there, half supported by Liam, half by my own stubborn will.Alex’s eyes moved from me to Aaran.There was anger in them. Real anger. It flashed sharp and bright, and for one foolish second, hope rose in my chest.Maybe now.Maybe he will say it.Maybe he will speak the truth.The Dean cleared his throat. “Aaran,” he said firmly. “You will explain your action right now.”Before Aaran could even open his mouth, Alex stepped forward.My heart dropped.“You can’t blame Aaran only,” Alex said, his voice cold and controlled. “Blake has a way of provoking people. He knows how to push and then play the victim card.”The words landed on me like an axe to the chest.I forgot the pain in my ankle.I forgot the blood on my lip.I forgot everyone else standing there.All I could hear was that.Victim card.I stared at him, not able
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 027. The Price of Silence
Blake’s POV:The first thing I felt was pain. Sharp and burning, spreading from my chest to my ribs like fire. My breath came out rough as someone’s boot pressed into my thorax again.I groaned but didn’t raise my hand.Liam was holding me from behind, his arms tight around my shoulders, trying to pull me back, trying to shield me even though he was shaking himself.“Blake, stop it,” he shouted. “Stop provoking him.”Blood was warm at the corner of my lips. I tasted iron when I breathed. My right side hurt badly. I knew one of my ribs was not happy.Aaran stood in front of me, chest rising, eyes burning with rage. His fist was clenched, knuckles red.“You think you are smart,” he spat. “You think you can talk shit and walk away.”I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked straight at him. My vision blurred for a second but I forced myself to stay standing.I did not hit him back.I deserved this. At least that is what my head kept saying.I had no proof. No solid proof of wh
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 026. Things Left Unsaid
Alex’s POV:Maya’s fingers were still on my chest when I forced myself to breathe properly. My mind was blank for a second. That mark was staring back at me like it was laughing.I lifted my head slowly and gave a small shrug, trying to look normal.“Maybe during the fall,” I said. “Or when Blake lifted me and took me to the medical room. I was half gone that time. I don’t really know.”My voice sounded flat even to my own ears.Maya looked at me closely. Too closely. Her brows pulled together a little, like she was not fully buying it. But she didn’t push.“Hmm,” she hummed softly. “Could be.”She stepped back and smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.“Come,” she said. “Food will get cold.”We sat together and ate. She talked about her training session, about how the coach made them run extra laps. I nodded at the right times, replied with short words. My mind was somewhere else.I barely tasted the food.After eating, Maya packed her things. She touched my shoulder gently.“
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 025. Marks That Would Not Leave
Alex’s POV:The washroom door shut behind Blake with a soft sound, but inside my head it felt like a bang. I stood there still, the blanket clutched around my waist, breathing hard. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My words were still hanging in the air.Your cock was cocking for me.Why did I even say that.Anger was buzzing through my veins, but under it there was something else. Something uncomfortable. Something that twisted my stomach.I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to remember. I didn’t want to feel anything.I walked into the washroom and locked the door. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself forward. I turned on the shower and hot water poured down instantly. Steam filled the small space.I stepped under it without checking the temperature.The water hit my head, my shoulders, my chest. It ran down my back. I closed my eyes tightly. My hands came up on their own, rubbing my face hard, like I could erase the morning just by wiping it off.Why can’t I remember a
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