Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

SIERRAThe bushes tore at my skin, sharp branches scratching my arms and legs as I stumbled deeper into the forest. I didn’t care about the pain. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision, but I kept running. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, drowning out the sounds of the forest.“Moon Goddess,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desperation. “Take it back. Take it all back.”My foot caught on a root, and I fell hard to my knees. The sharp sting of impact spread through my legs, but I barely felt it. The ache in my chest was so much worse. It felt like my heart was splintering, and no amount of sobbing could put it back together.I slammed my fists into the ground, ignoring the way the dirt clung to my hands. “I don’t want this cursed power anymore!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop. “It’s not a gift—it’s a nightmare.”Dane’s pale, lifeless face flashed in my mind. My chest tightened as guilt clawed its way through me. “I alm

SIERRAThe cold rain still clung to my skin as Kane guided me toward shelter. His words echoed in my mind, each one a reminder of the weight I’d been carrying—my own guilt and pain, but also the responsibility I had to others. He was right, I knew it. But hearing it from him felt like the last bit of strength I had was being drained away.I didn’t speak as we walked, the silence between us thick with unspoken things. When we reached the cabin, Kane immediately went to work. His movements were quick, purposeful, like he was trying to push everything else away, focusing only on me. He started a fire in the small stone hearth, the flames crackling to life with a snap and a hiss.I sat by the fire, the warmth slowly seeping into my chilled bones. The rain kept pouring outside, but inside, the fire made it bearable. I wanted to speak, to say something to break the silence, but my voice caught in my throat. My mind was too full of everything—everything I’d done, everything I was trying to r

SIERRAThree months laterThe morning sun streamed through the window, its golden rays spilling over the room like a warm farewell. I folded the last shirt and placed it carefully into my worn suitcase, the lid groaning softly as I closed it. The house felt different this morning—quieter than usual, almost as if it too was holding its breath for the inevitable goodbye. Three months of peace, and now we were leaving.I stood there for a moment, staring at the dresser. My fingers traced the edge, feeling the smooth wood beneath them. This house had been more than just a shelter. It had been a place to heal, to find myself again after everything. But deep down, I knew it was time to move on. My mother deserved her space, and her life back, and honestly, we needed ours too.A soft knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Sierra? You ready?” Dane’s voice came through, gentle but with a familiar urgency that tugged at my chest.I walked over and opened the door. Dane stood there, hi

SIERRAThe rush of adrenaline still hasn't left my veins. My heart beats wildly in my chest as the boys crowd around me, their eyes wide with desperation."What did you see, Sierra?" Kane demands, his voice low, full of concern. His hand grips my shoulder tightly, as if he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t form the words to explain it. All I can think of is those pitch-black eyes, the sinister rasping voice. I shiver, feeling like something is crawling under my skin."I... I don't know," I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper. "It... it was dark, like pure darkness, and then those eyes. They were empty and cold. And... the voice. It was raspy, like... like something not human."Kane shakes his head, trying to piece together the fragments of my story, but nothing makes sense. Dylan, who’s been quiet up until now, takes a step closer, his brow furrowed in confusion."Who was it, Sierra? You must’ve heard something. Who’s voice was it?""

ZANEI could feel the tension in the room before I even saw her. Sierra. She had been distant for a while now, but this time… this time it was different. Something about the way she was sitting there, staring off into nothingness, had a strange weight in the air. My gut twisted. I knew something was wrong."Guys, look," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I stepped closer to her. The others, already busy getting dressed, froze. I could see it in their eyes—the same realization dawning on them. Sierra wasn’t just zoning out. She wasn’t reacting to anything, not even when we touched her. It was as if she was somewhere else entirely."What the hell’s going on with her?" Kane muttered, concern thick in his voice as he reached out, lightly tapping her arm. "Sierra, hey, snap out of it."But she didn’t. She just sat there, her eyes unfocused, her lips moving in a strange rhythm, whispering something under her breath. I leaned in closer, straining to hear."He’s coming… He’s coming…"