บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers: บทที่ 431 - บทที่ 440

SIERRAstood there, frozen, staring at Kane and the new guy, Jude, who was now holding his jaw on the floor.The room was silent. Everyone was watching. My mouth went dry.“Kane!” I shouted, stepping forward. “What are you doing?!”Dane grabbed Kane’s arm, holding him back. “That’s enough, man!”Zane pulled me back gently. “Stay behind me, Sierra. Please.”Jude looked up from the floor, his face twisted in pain. Blood dripped from his lip. He tried to speak, but only groaned.The teacher, Mr. Dorsey, rushed forward. “What is going on?! Who started this?!”All eyes went to Kane. He stood there, still breathing hard, like he wanted to throw another punch.“He just said hi,” I said again, trying to catch my breath. “That’s all.”Kane didn’t blink. “It wasn’t just a ‘hi.’ It was the way he looked at you.”“Oh my god,” I muttered. “You broke his face over a look?”Mr. Dorsey pointed to us sharply. “All of you. Office. Now.”The walk to the principal’s office was silent. Kane’s jaw was tigh

KANEI was on my way to class when I stopped dead in the hallway.Two girls were crowded by the lockers, whispering and giggling like they were sharing a secret. Normally, I would’ve walked past. But something in their tone, something sharp and cruel, made me pause.I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but their voices carried just enough.“I saw her, like… screaming into the trees.”“She ran in like she was possessed.”“She’s totally lost it now.”My heart clenched. I already knew who they were talking about.Sierra.Something inside me snapped.“Hey,” I said, stepping forward. My voice was low, sharp.The girls jumped. One of them dropped her phone, then scrambled to pick it up.They turned toward me, fake-smiles plastered across their faces. “Oh, hi, Kane…”“What did you just say?” I asked, stepping closer.“We weren’t…” the blonde one began, but her voice trembled.“Don’t lie,” I cut her off. “You were talking about Sierra.”The other girl looked away. “We didn’t mean anything by it.”“The

SIERRAI woke up with a scream in my throat.“Zane!” I gasped, sitting up fast. My chest was heaving, and sweat clung to my skin like ice.The room was dark, but my mind was full of him, Zane. Not the Zane from memories. Zane from now. The Zane who was chained, crying out my name in a voice filled with pain and fear.“Sierra?” kane rushed into my room, flipping the light on. “What happened?”I looked at him with wide eyes. “He’s in pain. I saw him. He’s in chains. There’s fog… and shadows… and he kept calling my name.”Kane sat beside me. “You were dreaming.”“It wasn’t just a dream,” I said, shaking my head. “I could feel him. He’s alive, kane. He’s alive and he’s trapped.”“What did you see exactly?” Dane asked from the doorway.I turned to him slowly. “Chains on his arms and ankles. The air around him was thick with smoke or fog. It was like… a prison made of shadows.”Dane nodded once, his face hard. “We’re going back to the library.”Kane leaned against the wall, his eyes shadowe

SIERRAWe moved quietly through the woods, careful with every step. The ground beneath us was damp and soft, like it had just rained, even though it hadn’t. The trees around us bent in strange ways, their branches reaching down like long fingers, and the wind whistled through them like whispers trying to push us back. Each creak and groan sounded like a warning.The air felt heavy, thick and sharp in my chest. It smelled wrong. Not like dirt and leaves like usual, but burnt and bitter. Like fire and rot. Like something dark had slipped out of a place it was never supposed to escape from.It felt like the veil had left its mark here, like a wound on the world.Dane walked ahead, his body tense and ready. His knife was already out, and his eyes kept moving, scanning the trees, the shadows, the corners where light didn’t quite reach. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His silence told me he was listening harder than anyone.Kane walked beside me, close enough that our arms brushed now a

SIERRAThe forest was quiet, too quiet.I didn’t even mean to walk this far. I’d told Kane I just needed air, space to think, but somehow my feet kept moving, like something deeper than me was guiding them.And then I saw it.Half-hidden behind the thick trees, surrounded by moss and roots, was something old. Stone cracked and crumbled. A shape almost like a circle, broken in two places. Vines crawled over it, but I could tell, it had once been sacred.“What... is this?” I whispered.The second I stepped closer, the air changed. Warm, heavy, and humming. A strange sound filled my ears. Not a noise, exactly, but chanting. Soft voices. All around me, though I was alone.My head spun. My knees buckled.Suddenly, visions.Witches. Dozens of them, cloaked in black and silver. Standing in a circle around the altar, chanting in words I didn’t understand.Then wolves, huge, silver-furred creatures, bowing their heads before the stone.I blinked hard. “What am I seeing?”And then I saw the pen