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077. The Truth Between Us
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Mated to My Rival Step Brother 088. The Night Holds Us
Alex’s POV:The forest is quiet when I reach the clearing.Not silent. Quiet in a way that feels held. Like the trees are listening but not judging. Moonlight slips through the branches and paints the ground in pale silver. Not a full moon. Enough light to see. Enough shadow to hide.I stand in the center and breathe.The bond is there. Tight. Calm. Like a rope pulled firm between two hands that refuse to let go. Blake is close. Not here yet. I feel him anyway.Guiding him is harder than guiding myself.That thought comes again and again. I do not push it away. I let it sit. Like I tell him to do with his wolf.Footsteps crunch softly behind me.I do not turn.“You are late,” I say.“By two minutes,” Blake replies. “I counted.”I smile despite myself and turn to face him.He looks tired. Not weak. Not shaken. Just worn in a deep way that does not fade with sleep. His shoulders are tense. His eyes are bright in the moonlight. Too bright.His wolf is close to the surface tonight.“You a
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 087. When Power Is Noticed
Blake's POV:Morning comes too fast.I barely slept. Not because my body was restless, but because my mind would not slow down. The wolf stayed quiet through the night, not asleep, just present. Watching. Listening.When I finally get out of bed, my muscles ache in a deep way. Not pain. More like memory. Like my body remembers standing at the edge of something dangerous and surviving it.I dress slowly and step into the corridor.The academy is already awake.Students move in clusters, talking in low voices. Some laugh. Some argue. Some train even before the bell rings. Everything looks normal.But it does not feel normal.As I walk past them, conversations fade.Eyes shift.A few students stop talking completely until I pass.I pretend not to notice, but my wolf notices everything.It lifts its head inside me. Alert. Curious.They feel it too.I reach the training hall early. Coach Vega stands near the center, arms crossed, watching everyone arrive. His gaze flicks to me and holds fo
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 086. Holding the Line
Blake’s POV:“I am here.”Alex’s words cut through the chaos inside me.The forest feels smaller suddenly. Like it is closing in. My breath comes fast and uneven. My chest burns. My wolf claws at the edges of my control, not angry, not violent, just desperate to be free.“I can feel it,” I whisper. “It is pushing harder. It's taking control over me.”Alex does not move away. His hand stays firm on my shoulder. Solid. Real.“That is normal,” he says. “Do not panic. Panic feeds it. Just hold on. Don't let that win over you.”Easy for him to say.My fingers dig into the log beneath me. The wood cracks slightly under the pressure. That alone scares me. I loosen my grip at once.“I do not want to hurt anyone,” I say. “I do not want to hurt you.”Alex steps closer until I can feel the warmth of his body. He does not touch me again, but his presence is right there. Grounding.“You will not,” he repeats. “Because you are choosing not to. And I know that you will never hurt me intentionally.”
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 085. He is Here
Blake's POV:The dorm walkway is quiet after dinner.Too quiet.The lamps along the stone path glow soft and yellow. Their light pools on the ground and fades into shadow at the edges. The academy looks peaceful at night. Almost gentle. But my chest does not feel calm at all.I walk slowly, hands tucked into my jacket pockets, boots echoing softly with each step. Every sound feels louder tonight. Every breath feels watched.My wolf is not asleep.It is not raging either.It is there.Present.Heavy.Like something sitting under my skin, waiting.I stop near the railing that overlooks the lower training grounds. The field is empty now. No voices. No commands. No Coach Vega shouting at us to focus or move faster.But my body remembers.The training from earlier replays in my head whether I want it or not.Alex.Standing across from me.His eyes sharp. Cold. Focused.Not angry. Not cruel.Controlled.That hurts more than anger ever could.I clench my jaw and look away.How does he do it?
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 084. Teeth Behind the Silence
Blake's POV:Morning at the academy no longer feels like morning.The sun rises the same way it always has, pale gold slipping over stone towers and training grounds, but everything else feels altered. Heavier. Like the air itself is aware of what I am becoming and has decided not to make things easy.I walk across the yard with my hands clenched at my sides.People move out of my way.Not openly. Not in a way the council would ever admit. But it happens. Conversations lower. Steps slow. Some students glance at me and then quickly look away, as if eye contact might invite something dangerous.My wolf notices.It does not roar. It does not snarl.It watches.Calm. Present. Patient.That is what scares me the most.“Blake.”I turn at the sound of my name.Liam stands near the weapon rack, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Leo is beside him, leaning back against the wood with a look that is too relaxed to be real.“You feel it too, right?” Liam asks quietly.“Everyone staring?” I reply.Leo lets
Mated to My Rival Step Brother 083. The Pain of Her
Maya’s POV:The lake is quiet.Not silent. Just calm in a way that feels rare.The water reflects the moon in soft ripples, not full, not bright, but enough to paint silver lines across the surface. Trees lean around the shore like they are guarding the place. Crickets hum low. The air smells like wet leaves and cold earth.I sit beside Lyra on a smooth rock near the water. My legs are folded close to me. Her knees are bent, drawn up at first, arms loosely around them. We are close but not touching. Close enough to feel her warmth. Close enough to feel safe.“It is so peaceful,” I say without thinking.My voice sounds different here. Softer.Lyra turns her head slightly and looks at the lake. “It is. I find the same though.”I breathe in deep. My chest feels light. For once, my thoughts are not racing ahead. No duties. No rules. No expectations.“I never had a moment like this,” I add. “Not like this. So calm. So quiet. It feels like the world stopped for a second. No other tension. N
