Semua Bab Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers: Bab 411 - Bab 420

SIERRAThe morning sunlight streamed through the window, too bright for my tired eyes. I sat on the edge of my bed, braiding my hair in silence, trying not to think about what the day would bring. School again. Day two. And already it felt like I was counting down to disaster.“Sierra! We’re going to be late!” Zane’s voice carried up the stairs.“Coming!”I grabbed my backpack, took one last deep breath, and made my way downstairs. The boys were already half-dressed and half-annoyed, all of them bickering as usual.“I’m not wearing this,” Kane grumbled, yanking at his hoodie.“You look fine,” I said, brushing past him. “Everyone wears that.”“But it’s tight,” he said, tugging at the sleeves like they were trying to strangle him.“That’s the style,” Dane added with a mouthful of toast. “Apparently, humans like uncomfortable clothing.”“I don’t get it,” Zane muttered, looking at his phone. “Why does school start so early?”“Because humans are obsessed with schedules,” I replied. “Now hu

KANEGym class. Of all the places to start trouble, it had to be there.I was tying my sneakers when I felt someone staring. I looked up and, of course, saw the guy everyone whispered about. Jock. Broad shoulders. Shiny teeth. The kind of guy who thought the gym was the Olympics. He was heading straight for me."Hey, new guy," he said, grinning like he owned the place. "Are you sure you belong here?"I didn’t flinch. "Pretty sure. Why?""Just saying," he said, pointing at my hair, which was tied back. "Didn’t know they let girls in the boys' locker room."I stood up slowly. "Got a problem with my hair?""No," he said, circling me like a wolf. "Just surprised someone that pretty can even lift a weight. What do you bench? A pillow?"I could feel my muscles tensing. My jaw locked. But I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I took a breath and turned away.He wasn’t done. "Bet you got soft hands too. Probably use lotion. Do you even sweat?"That was it.I stopped mid-step, something

SIERRAIt started with a feeling. Just a slight tingle at the back of my neck, the kind that tells you someone is watching. At first, I thought it was nothing. Maybe a teacher, maybe a random student. But by the third time I caught him looking at me, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.He was older. Maybe late thirties. Always dressed in dark clothes, always near but never too close. Once near the parking lot. Another time across the street near the coffee shop where Kane had said he’d seen someone strange. And today, again. Leaning against the wall near the school gates.I slowed down, keeping an eye on him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t try to look away. Just calmly turned and walked in the opposite direction. My heart was racing. I glanced back toward the school, made sure no one was watching, and then followed him.He was fast. Not running, just… smooth. Like he was gliding. By the time I made it around the corner, he was already two blocks ahead. My boots hit the pavement harder than I wa

SIERRAMath class was boring, like always. Mr. Griggs was droning on about variables, and I was halfway through a doodle of a sword when I noticed Dane shifting in his seat. He kept glancing sideways, toward Emily, the lady Kane saw yesterday.I looked too.Emily was pale. Really pale. Her head was tilted forward like she was struggling to stay upright. Then, out of nowhere, her pencil slipped from her hand. She started shaking.“Emily?” I said quietly.Her eyes rolled back.“Oh my God,” someone whispered.She gasped and collapsed onto her desk with a loud thump.“Emily!” Dane shot out of his seat.Students screamed. Chairs scraped. Mr. Griggs froze.Emily's lips moved.“She’s saying something,” I muttered, pushing past my desk. “Let me hear.”I knelt beside her just as she began whispering. Not English. Not any language I recognized. It was smooth, dark, and chilling, like wind rushing through dead trees. But something about it sparked in my brain. I saw symbols like this in my dream

MAYAThe knife in my hand hovered above the onion, but I hadn’t chopped anything in over a minute. My eyes were on the cutting board, but my mind wasn’t.“Maya?” I didn’t hear him the first time.Thane called again, louder. “Maya?”Still, I didn’t respond. My fingers were gripping the counter so tight they were turning white.Suddenly, I felt his hand on my shoulder.I jumped.“It’s me,” he said gently, moving to stand in front of me. “Hey… are you okay?”I blinked and looked at him. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”“I noticed,” he said. “You’ve been slicing the same onion for ten minutes.”“I have?” I glanced down. He was right. It was a mess. Uneven, wet, forgotten.Thane reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s going on?”I hesitated.“Maya.”I finally sighed. “I’m scared, Thane.”He frowned. “Scared? Of what?”“You know what.” I dropped the knife into the sink and wiped my hands on the towel. “Ariel. I feel like she’s getting closer.”Thane was quiet for a second