Semua Bab Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers: Bab 411 - Bab 415

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