All Chapters of Mistaken by fate(the Lycans curse): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra pov“What did I do to you?” I screamed, my voice hoarse, desperate for an answer, for some flicker of humanity in the face of someone I once called a friend.But his face was stone.No emotion. No regret. Not even a glance.With chilling indifference, he took a briefcase from the braided man and turned his back to me. Just like that, I was already a distant memory.I clenched my jaw, forcing down the scream rising in my throat. If I survived this, I swore, I would come back for him. One day, I’d make him feel the weight of the betrayal he’d handed me.Then came the bite of silver, unyielding, burning, snapping around my wrists and ankles. Each link drained what little strength I had left.A man shoved me into the back of a truck. Two strangers grabbed me, holding me down with unflinching strength. Their silence was colder than their grip.I knew then, I’d survive. Somehow.But the journey stretched on, endless, brutal. The farther we drove, the colder it got. I had no clothes to

Lyra povThe girl led me into a small, cramped room and finally unshackled the silver cuffs from my wrists.The relief was instant, but short-lived. The burn where the metal had pressed into my skin still lingered, throbbing like a ghost wound. She told me I was to stay here until the Alphas decided otherwise. Her voice was quiet, almost detached, but her words curled like smoke in my gut.Until they decided.Like I was nothing more than a thing, stored, not spared.Even as she left, my mind didn’t stop racing. I thought of my sister. Where was she? Was she safe? I should be angry at her, for dragging me into this, for disappearing, for letting me take the fall. But the anger twisted with worry, and the worry with guilt. What if she was captured, too? What if she was out there, somewhere, just as scared, just as lost?And now… I was locked away from the world. From her. How was I supposed to find her when I couldn’t even find my way out of this room?I was still fighting through those

Lyra pov.The raven-haired Alpha strode in, his glare sharp enough to cut. I dropped my gaze instinctively. Meeting his eyes would only make things worse. His presence was heavy, his scorn thick in the air.“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable already,” he sneered.I didn’t answer. My heart thundered in my chest, but I kept my silence “Who gave you clothes?” he pressed, voice sharp.Dread coiled in my gut. I couldn’t betray the girl who’d helped me, not after she’d shown kindness in a place like this. So I lied.“I stole them.”His expression shifted, suspicious, unreadable.The other two entered then, laughter trailing behind them like smoke. I stiffened.“Well, well,” the dirty blonde drawled, eyes raking over me. “Looks like you finally found something worth hiding, slut. Like mother, like daughter.”Heat flooded my cheeks, not from shame, but fury. The insult landed like a slap.“My mother may have betrayed the pack for a man,” I snapped, “but she wasn’t a slut. She loved him

Ronan’s POV When they brought her to us. Her scent struck first. Undeniable, raw, and maddeningly familliar. It slid through the air like a blade. Slicing through reason and control. But we fought against it, resisting the pulll that should have bound us to her. She might be our fated mate, but she had stood beside our enemy,the one who had destroyed everything and everyone we cared about. That fate bond, something she’d insulted by giving herself to others, meant we owed her nothing but the disdain she had earned. We were determined to make her suffer for every wrong choice, every ripple of destruction her existence had caused. This was our beginning—her punishment. She chose him. That alone made her reckless—unworthy of trust. Our wolves stirred, restless and drawn to her, but we fought them. Reminded ourselves of her lineage, her identity.Her loyalty to him ran deeper than any instinct. She’d chosen her side, and it wasn’t ours. She had tainted herself, robbed us of th

Lyra’s POV The first week with the Alphas was nothing short of hell. A slow, burning torment that clung to me like smoke, suffocating, bitter, inescapable. Every attempt I made to run ended the same way: someone would catch me and drag me back like a stray dog, their grip punishing, their silence worse. I stopped counting how many times I was thrown back into that apartment. Each return chipped away at my hope, but never enough to kill it. Not yet. I had learned their names by now. Monon, with his dark hair and sharper temper, struck hardest. He didn’t need to yell, his presence was enough to make the air brittle. His anger came like lightning, sudden, merciless, and always followed by a storm. Kael, silver-haired and silent, held his hatred like a knife he wanted to use but hadn’t yet. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, his words were coated in disdain, like even acknowledging me tasted foul. And then there was Dax. The only one with eyes that didn’t burn through me