All Chapters of Mated to my Stepfather, claimed by my Stepbrother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alpha Lucien’s POVThe chair beneath me felt like a throne of needles, sharp, uncomfortable, and utterly incapable of supporting the weight of my thoughts. My back ached from leaning forward too long, elbows resting on my knees, palms pressed against my temples.“How…?” I whispered to myself again, for what had to be the fifth time.How did Damian return?And not just return, how did he find me?How did he locate Kael?The silence in my chamber was deafening, yet my thoughts were loud, spiraling and relentless.“I made sure Kael stayed far away from me,” I muttered, my voice no louder than a breath. “I kept him hidden, I kept him safe…”No one, not even the Elders, knew the truth.Not even Kael himself.They all believed Kael I detest Kael so much, I detest everything about him and his dead mother.But the truth was far deeper and far messier.Kael was my son.My own blood.And I buried that truth in the shadows, not because I was ashamed, but because I wanted him to live , to breath

Aria’s POVThe 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

Alpha Lucien’s POVI had always believed that silence was peace, until Kael’s silence started screaming at me.He stood tall in front of me, but the pain in his eyes betrayed the composed look on his face. It wasn’t the kind of pain that came from physical wounds. No. This was deeper. Raw. Betrayal laced with something more dangerous, intent.“Don’t ask any unnecessary questions,” he said coldly, his voice void of the warmth I once hoped would be restored between us.“If you’d been a good father, would I have been kidnapped?”The words struck me like claws to my chest. I swallowed hard, holding my ground, trying not to flinch under the weight of his accusation. My own son, my blood, looking at me like I was the enemy. Maybe I was, or prolly I am but in his defense. Kael had always felt distant, even as a boy. I had thought keeping him away, shielding him from the truth, from my enemies, was the right thing to do. But now, staring at him, I realized I had built a wall so high between

Aria’s POVI could feel it.My bump wasn’t visible yet, but something deep within me was shifting. A heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. A soft flutter in my lower abdomen. A presence I couldn’t ignore. This baby, my baby, he or she was growing inside me, and somehow, even in all the chaos, I felt grounded by it.A soft sigh escaped my lips as I stared out the window. The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, warming my skin. A small part of me wanted to believe this child would bring light into all the darkness that had consumed our lives lately.But how?How was I supposed to bring a baby into a world that had done nothing but rip Kael and me apart?He had been shot, kidnapped, and brainwashed. His memories were stolen. His heart was confused. Now he walked around like a stranger, cold and unreachable. I couldn’t just throw more weight on his shoulders, not when he was still struggling to remember who he even was.“I pray he remembers, and gains his memory back,” I muttered u

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