All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Lyra's POV I didn’t know how long I walked, but I knew one thing. No matter how long it was or hard the road seemed to be, I couldn't stop. Although the thought of it was more than tempting, deep down I just knew I would be doing myself a disservice if I decided to listen to that voice at the back of my head. There was no use clinging to the hope of something that was already lost. He'd told me straight and plain that I meant nothing to him, so why the hell was I going to stop? Time didn’t feel real anymore. It felt more like just one long stretch of cold air, shaking limbs, and the echo of Xavier’s voice replaying inside my skull like a curse I couldn’t outrun.“You and I are nothing.” I tried to block the words out from my brain, but all they did was press against me more and more. “You lost every right the moment you lied.“Whatever place you had in my life is gone.” I'd never seen him say something that terrible and mean it to. I knew Xavier was a very thorough man, but nev

Lyra's POV I didn’t realize how quickly days passed when you were pretending to be someone else. It was hard, and some days it felt damn impossible. Did it make it any easier? No way. Did that mean I was going to come clean to the new people around me? That was unlikely. “Mira.” That was the name I repeated every morning like a shield I was forcing myself to hold steady.I wasn't Lyra anymore. I wasn't the girl who burned her life down with a lie, not the girl carrying the child of a man who would tear the world open if he ever found out the truth.Just Mira.A quiet woman, a harmless visitor, and a stranger trying to survive.Simple. Nothing more, nothing less, except nothing about me was simple anymore.The new pack, settlement, village, whatever they called themselves, was kinder than anything I expected. They were cautious, yes, wary of outsiders, but their caution wasn’t cruelty. It was survival, something I understood far too well.Every morning, I helped with the tasks th

Xavier’s POV It had been months. Months of scorched trails, silent nights, and blood on the ground that wasn’t hers, thank the gods, it was never hers. Months where I almost drove myself mad with the thoughts of her, months where my mind and body had decided to taint me with gruesome dreams about the one person I seemed to care the most about. If I was being honest, I had a love and hate relationship with the dreams I'd been having in the last couple months. Yes, thr majority of them usually ended up with her leaving me or dying in one gruesome way or the other, it still gave me the chance to see her. It was deranged of me to think that way, but could you blame me? Maybe. Just a little bit. But it didn’t matter, because none of it mattered. I tore through villages, interrogated strangers, burned down outposts, destroyed everything and everyone that stood between me and the one thing I needed, Her.And still, she slipped through my fingers.Still, she vanished like smoke, lik

Lyra's POV Ava moved faster than I’d ever seen her. If I hadn't lived with her in the last couple of months, I wouldn't have believed she was the same elderly woman I slept and woke up with on a daily basis. Her voice cut through the rising panic like a blade wrapped in velvet, soft, but sharp enough to make people listen.“Everyone out,” she commanded. “If someone is burning villages in the north, then standing here gossiping will do nothing.”“But Ava…” someone tried to cut in, but she was faster than him. “No.” Her tone didn’t rise, but it rooted everyone in place. “If danger is coming, you’ll need your hunters, your scouts, and your heads clear. Not clouded with fear of a sick woman.”I lowered my head, wishing the floor would just split open and swallow me whole. I knew she was doing that to make the crowd disperse so I could at least breathe, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing. Ava stepped forward, posture tall and unshakable. If I didn't know better, I would ha

Xander's POV I had spent months believing the worst was behind me, but alas It wasn’t. Hell, this was only the beginning, and if there was one emotion that seemed to be dominant in the rest of my body, then it had to be anger. Anger amongst many other things. Growing up, I'd been a lucky child, as people liked to term me. While a couple of people felt I truly deserved only the best things in the world, not everyone agreed with that thought process. Did that bother me though? Not one bit. In fact, I didn't care about a lot of things unless it was affecting me negatively. I used to think I didn't have a single bad luck bone in my body, but in the last couple of months, things had switched up so bad I didn't even see it coming at all. Right now, if someone were to whisper in my ears that I was cursed, best believe I would do anything to make sure I shook that black shadow away from me. I'd gone through many things, but what hurt the most, was the fact that the throne I was raised t