Lahat ng Kabanata ng MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The Healing CaveThe mountain trail sorta fizzled out into this scrawny goat path, barely wide enough for, well, a goat. Lyra led the crew, everyone dead on their feet, up into the jagged peaks that hugged the Shadowwood. Down below, somewhere behind them, that ancient evil they’d wrangled at the stone circle… yeah, still sealed, but definitely nu could feel the nastiness leeching into the woods like motor oil in a puddle. Sanctuary was the name of the game now, somewhere that rotten magic couldn’t touch.“There.” Lyra jerked her chin at what, honestly, looked like a plain old crack in the cliffs. “The door’s hidden, but it’s calling to me. Family business.”Marcus dragged himself along beside her, limping, still stitched together from the beating and the brawl with the cultists. She could feel his pain echoing in her bones, p (or curse?) of soulmates, but stubborn as ever, he wasn’t about to fold, not with her leading the way.Sir Lucas eyed the cliff like he was scoping out a battle

Bond DeepensMarcus sprawled out over the healing pool, half-dazed, like a guy who’d just gotten run over by a truck full of memories. Seriously, the stuff coming back to him hit like a freight train. His hand shot out for Lyra’s, like she was his anchor in the middle of a mental hurricane. Something about that sanctuary water just dissolved all those tough-guy walls he’d built up to keep the ugly stuff out. Now there was nowhere for the nightmares to hide.Lyra’s hand landed on his, solid, grounding, the mate bond sparking up between them so hot it was almost electric. She caught the brunt of what was slamming through his head, soaking it up like she was built for it. She didn’t just get flashes of pain. No, she felt the head games, the way Kael tried to mess with Marcus’s head, tried to grind him down until nothing was left but dust.Lyra sucked in a sharp breath, voice tight like she was straining under a big weight. “I see it,” she managed, and Marcus knew she was right there in

the Strength of the OmegaLyra just kinda sank into the center of the healing cave, arms up, silver light leaking out of her hands and wrapping around everyone huddled in that sanctuary. That power used to wipe her out, like, straight up, she’d be dizzy, sweating, the works. Not now, though. The more she healed, the more she felt juiced up, like the mountain itself was pouring some ancient battery power right into her veins.Marcus was parked beside the master pool, looking healed up and healthy as ever, but his face? Total awe. Like, wide-eyed, “what am I even seeing?” kind of awe. This wasn’t in the dusty old spellbooks. Their mate's bond buzzed between them, he could feel her mind stretching out, touching not just the people in the cave, but everyone who’d been battered by the latest round of supernatural chaos.“Princess,” Master Alhdric called out, voice all reverent and a little bit freaked, watching his own wounds vanish. “You’re doing something impossible. Nobody can channel

Diplomatic ImmunityLyra fiddled with her grandmother’s old crown, silver and a bit heavy, honestly, but it looked impressive in the morning sun. As she got closer to Ravenshollow Keep, the whole place seemed to loom up, daring anyone to challenge its quiet power. This was the crossroads of the south, a place that had managed to stay annoyingly neutral while Kael turned the rest of the kingdom upside down. If anyone knew how to walk a political tightrope, it was Lord Aldwin.Marcus, stubborn as ever, rode next to her, still bandaged under his champion armor. The guy would probably show up to his own funeral in full regalia. The knights behind them held banners high; not aggressive, but definitely not shy either. They wanted everyone to know who was knocking.“Gates are opening,” Marcus muttered, eyes flicking up to the guards. “Not in a rush. They’re watching us.”No kidding. Lyra could feel it, like a buzz under her skin. Curiosity from the walls, a little hope, a lot of nerves. Aldw

Omega's DiplomacyStoneheart Castle’s great hall? Yeah, it was about as chill as a nest of hornets. Five clan chiefs, big, burly alpha types, had circled up like they were expecting a brawl, not a chat. You could practically smell the distrust in the air. These guys had been running their lands forever, all muscle and blunt will, and empathy? Please. To them, that sounded like mind games, not medicine.Then Lyra strolled in. No fancy court dress, no shiny crown. Just plain leather and wool, the kind that actually keeps you alive up in the mountains. She didn’t flash power or pull rank. Here, none of that mattered anyway. These alphas? They only respected raw guts, not a family tree.Chief Aldric of Blazewoodclaw grunted first. His face looked like it had been through a few too many winters, scarred and skeptical. “Princess,” he started, and the word sounded like a dare. “We’ve heard stories about your… talents. Folks say you can mess with minds, bend people to your will.”Lyra didn’t