Semua Bab MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Unexpected PartnersMan, the chaos hit like a sledgehammer. That blast of empathic energy blew Kael’s precious mind-links to smithereens, and suddenly the whole camp went nuts. Servants, these poor folks who’d been shuffling around like sleepwalkers, just froze up. Some looked like they’d seen a ghost, memories crashing back in, faces twisted in horror as they figured out exactly what they’d been forced to do. The guards? Same deal. Dropped their spears, just standing there, looking like they might puke at the sight of that nasty altar.Lyra didn’t even break stride. She just strode right through the mess, all calm and unbothered, her silk tunic still spotless (how does she do that?!). She spotted this girl, Joy, kneeling by the supply wagons, face all smeared up with dirt and tears pouring down. The kind of cry that comes with remembering something you wish you could forget.“Joy,” Lyra said, dropping next to her like she’d practiced it. “I remember you. You made those honey cakes f

The Kitchen Staff ConspiracyCook hunched behind a flipped-over supply cart, white-knuckling a heavy metal ladle like it was Excalibur. The kitchen staff, dragged in to help with Kael’s stupid ceremonies, cowered around her, flinching every time the fighting kicked up on the platform above. Thirty years she’d kept this kitchen running, and now a bunch of thugs were making her people serve dinner to the monsters trashing her life’s work. Her eyes were murder-bright.“Bastards,” she spat, watching a little scullery maid sobbing while she set out plates for the stuck-up nobles at Princess Lyra’s disaster of a wedding. “Making kids slaves at their own kingdom’s funeral. Disgusting.”Joy snaked through the chaos, keeping low behind stacks of flour sacks while prisoners and sketchy guards duked it out up top. Her face was streaked with mud and tears, a classy look, honestly, but her eyes were fierce, lit up with the same stubbornness that made her volunteer for the nuttiest part of this stu

Alpha’s EnduranceMarcus ducked and weaved between those weird silver posts, his body a roadmap of nasty cuts leaking blood and some seriously gross black gunk. Still, his eyes stayed crazy sharp; he clocked every move on that platform. Lyra’s power? Man, it crashed through their bond like a tidal wave, burning away the poison clawing at his brain. Thank god for her, honestly.Then, stomping in with all the subtlety of a freight train, Lord Roderick Blackfang showed up. The guy’s axe was huge, his teeth even sharper, and he was ready to smash anything between him and his would-be bride. Real charmer, this one.“Still breathing?” Roderick sneered, eyeing Marcus like he was yesterday’s garbage. “Kael promised you’d be nothing but a memory by now.”Marcus almost laughed, even though every inch of him screamed. “Guess I’m just full of surprises,” he shot back, biting back another groan. Lyra’s pride in him blazed through their bond, lending him enough backbone to stand tall, even with the

Guard’s GuiltCaptain Donnel just stood there, clutching his sword like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away. His hands were shaking so badly, you’d think he’d been locked in an icebox overnight. All those memories Kael had buried in his skull? Yeah, those were boiling up, busting out like they’d been waiting for this exact moment to ruin his life all over again. Loyalty? What a joke. That spell was crumbling fast, and man, it left a bad taste.And then Anna’s face hit him, bam, right in the heart. His girl, with the wild braids and that lopsided, gap-toothed grin that could melt stone. She used to barrel into him when he got home, like he was some knight in shining armor instead of a beat-up nobody with more regrets than coins. Eight years old, she would’ve been. If Kael’s goons hadn’t torched the only place Donnel thought was safe. That memory hurt way worse than any sword wound ever did.Kael was up there shrieking, waving his stupid crystal stick around like he tho

The Omega's NetworkHonestly, it was like the castle itself had finally remembered how to breathe. The old stones, yeah, those that never shut up about how cold they are, started buzzing with some wild new energy thanks to Lyra’s empath mojo. Didn’t matter if you were a noble with a fancy title or just a scullery maid, everyone in that fortress felt it. Warmth kicking off right in the chest, spreading out like sunrise after, I dunno, the worst all-nighter in history.Mira was plastered to Lyra’s tower window, palm smudging the glass, eyes glued not to the window itself but to the weird psychic feed running between her and her boss. The battle outside was far, but Lyra’s presence? Practically in her bones. That mad determination, Lyra so desperate to scrub away every bit of Kael’s nastiness, it almost hurt to witness.“She’s gaining,” Mira blurted, not caring that the room was empty and echoey and way too quiet.But, here’s the kicker: beneath all that fiery resolve, Mira felt Lyra’s