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FORTY-THREE

Author: Evelyn Scott
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-24 18:24:46

Aria’s POV

The truth came to me like a whisper in the night. At first, I ignored it, brushed it off as just another irrational wave of emotion in a sea of too many. But the more I tried to bury it, the louder it echoed in my chest.

Gracie did it. She caused Kael’s memory loss. She wounded Kael.

I don’t know how… not yet. But something inside me, something primal and unshakable knows. I saw the way she looked at him when he came back. Too soft. Too possessive. And he… he looked at her like she was the only one he trusted.

That used to be me.Before everything was ripped away.Before he forgot. Before I became a stranger to the man I once called mate.

I sat on the edge of my bed, twisting my fingers around a strand of my hair, the thoughts in my head spinning like a storm I couldn’t calm. Outside, the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows across the floor.

Kael was still under the illusion. Still stuck in that haze Gracie created. And I, Aria was done waiting for him to rememb
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  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   FIFTY-FOUR

    Gracie’s POV“Gracie.”The voice echoed through the courtyard, soft at first, almost hesitant, my father’s voice. I heard him, but I didn’t move. I was curled up on the small bench in the corner of our garden, where the scent of dying roses still lingered from last season. I hadn’t stepped outside the compound in days.Not since Tavin mentioned that name, he might be doing all those things because I left him to marry Jael. Darren.A name that clawed through my chest like an old scar being reopened. Tavin’s words still haunted me, and ever since, I’d avoided everything, confrontation, the truth, the questions. Especially Kael. I hadn’t gone to see him. I hadn’t tried. Because I knew the truth.Kael didn’t remember. And with that blank slate of a memory, I could craft the perfect story, our love, the wedding, the attack. I told him what he needed to hear, and he believed it. Why wouldn’t he? His last memory was being kidnapped on the day we were to be married. He trusted me.That was s

  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   FIFTY-THREE

    Kael’s POVWe didn’t stop to pack. We didn’t wait for permission. We just walked, and Aria and I are out of the place that once meant everything, now reduced to nothing but control, lies, and pain.“Kael,” she called softly behind me.I didn’t respond. My hand gripped hers tightly as we descended the front steps of her apartment. The afternoon sun burned down with a strange vengeance, as though the heavens were mourning what we were leaving behind.We walked in silence.Our footsteps echoed on the stone pathway. Heads turned. Warriors paused in their training. Omegas stood still with baskets mid-air. The entire pack seemed to hold its breath as we passed.“Isn’t that Luna Aria?”“What’s she doing with Alpha Lucien’s son?”“Are they… holding hands?”“Why are they leaving? Did they get exiled?”The whispers followed us like a tide, and I hated every second of it. But I didn’t let go of her hand. I wouldn’t. Not again.I didn’t care if they stared. I didn’t care if they questioned. I jus

  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   FIFTY-TWO

    Alpha Lucien’s POV“No!!” They both yelled together.“We are adult and we can manage our situations together.” Kael added. At that point, I felt bad about him regaining his memory, or his wolf awakening, he should have been like that forever. So that he won’t sense or smell anything. The room felt colder than usual. Shadows stretched across the walls, as if the very air held its breath, waiting for the storm about to break. I stood before them, Kael and Aria, the two who dared to defy the laws of the pack, to question my authority. My voice was calm, but beneath it burned a quiet fury.“If you’re not going to listen…” I began, each word deliberate, heavy with warning, “you will both be exiled from this pack. Rogue wolves. Outcasts. Stripped of everything you know and loved.”Kael’s jaw tightened, a flicker of resistance burning behind his eyes. Aria’s hands clenched into fists, but neither dared interrupt. I pressed on, seeing their inner turmoil clearly, tasting their defiance and

  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   FIFTY-ONE

    Aria’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the tall trees surrounding the training ground, casting long, trembling shadows on the earth beneath my feet. The air was crisp, tinged with the faint scent of pine and sweat, a reminder that this was a place of both strength and vulnerability.I stood near the edge of the sparring area, my heart pounding louder than the rhythmic thuds of fists hitting pads. The moment felt surreal, Kael had just kissed me. A brief, stolen kiss that still sent warmth flooding through every inch of my body. But it was far from the simple, innocent connection I wanted it to be.He was my mate. The father of my unborn pup. But Alpha Lucien, my stepfather, the man who had claimed me as his own, had just seen us. The kiss. The undeniable spark between Kael and me.A shiver ran through every corner of my body, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. It was the weight of what that moment meant.“Go to your apartment,” Kael’s voice was low, rough with urgency, as

  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   FIFTY

    Gracie’s POV“Which Darren?” I asked, my voice laced with concern and worry.Tavin stood from the wooden stool beside his window, his expression unreadable. He reached for the doorknob without uttering a single word, the muscles in his jaw tightening.I rose quickly from the bed and moved in front of the door, blocking his exit. “Tavin,” I said firmly, meeting his eyes, “you mentioned Darren. I need to know, or do you mean the Darren I think you mean?”He looked past me as though I was made of glass, distant and cold. It’s been three weeks since he woke up, since the poison left his system, since he came back from what we feared was the brink of death. And yet, here he was, withdrawn, secretive, avoiding eye contact.The silence that stretched between us was sharp, oppressive. I clenched my fists. I had waited long enough.“I’m not trying to push you,” I said more softly, “but I need answers. You were working undercover for someone. You helped kidnap Kael. You mentioned a name, Darren

  • Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother   FORTY-NINE

    Kael’s POVIt has been three weeks, Since I came back from where I was kept when I was kidnapped. The early morning sun filtered through the large windows of my room, casting golden rays across the stone walls. I rolled out of bed, my body aching from restless sleep, and dragged myself into the bathroom. Cold water splashed against my face, shocking my senses awake. I stared into the mirror, droplets clinging to my lashes. The reflection that stared back at me felt foreign, haunted by fragmented memories, shadowed by questions I was too tired to ask.I needed focus. I needed control.Grabbing my training gear, I stormed out of the room, my boots echoing against the marble floors as I made my way to the training grounds. The pack members I passed greeted me with respect, some with smiles, others with bowed heads, but I barely registered them. I returned a few nods, ignored others. My mind was clouded. Something inside me was stirring, clawing for release.The training grounds stretched

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