All Chapters of Mistaken by fate(the Lycans curse): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

111 Chapters

011: humiliated

Lyra – POV Ronon’s voice sliced through the silence like a dagger dipped in venom. “What are you shy about?” he scoffed, arms folded as he leaned Against the wall. “Don’t you do it Naked with your lovers?” The mockery in his tone clung to my skin like the icy droplets stIll dripping from my hair. My face flamed with Humiliation. And I instinctively turned my head away, jaw clenched. Throat tight. I didn’t Speak. What could I say that would matter to them? The truth had become Worthless in their eyes the moment they laid them on me. Kael didn’t wait for me to respond. He tossed my still-damp dress at my feet. “Put it on. Now.” The fabric slapped the floor, heavy with moisture, and I crouched quickly, clutching it to my chest. My hands shook as I pulled it over my head, the cold clinging to me like punishment. The wetness soaked into my skin again, making me shiver. But anything. anything, was better than standing there, stripped bare beneath their cruel stares. Kael’s eye

012: cold

Lyra’s POV After they had eaten, Ronon brought me a small plate of leftovers. He didn’t speak. Just set it in front of me. Then walked off like I wasn’t even there. I accepted it without a word. Knowing it was all I’d get. The rice was cold, the meat chewy and lukewarm. But I forced myself to eat anyway. Hunger didn’t care about pride. When Dax pulled out a fresh blanket for himself and disappeared into one of the rooms, I took the thin one he’d given me earlier and laid it out on the floor. The moment I settled down. The chilll of the wood crept into my bones. I curled into a tight ball. Clutchiing the blanket around me like armor, but it was no use. My teeth chattered. My fingers went numb. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt truly warm. Time lost all meaning. My thoughts blurred, scattered by the cold. The Silence in the apartment was heavy, no TV, no laughter, just the Occasional creak of the building and my own mufffled shivers. Sometime deep into the night, I

013 : the Argument

Ronon’s POV Kael leveled me with a steady gaze, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. “Ronon,” he began calmly, “we want revenge too—but we haven’t gathered enough evidence against her. All we know for certain is that Malrevok’s men carried out the massacre, and that they were following his instructions. We didn’t see her give the order.” I scoffed, unable to swallow the rising anger that burned my throat. I stepped away from the table, pacing. “We soften toward that bitch now, and we seal our own downfall.” My voice was sharp. “She worked with him. We saw her. Her scent, her presence, near his camp—she was there willingly.” My fists clenched at my sides. “She’s the devil’s spawn. You think putting a crown on her head will purify her? Her blood is tainted. Her own mother betrayed our clan, for goodness’ sake! I will not unleash that kind of evil on our people. Not again.” Dax didn’t flinch. He never did. Calm, calculating—that was his gift and his curse. “We pro

014: Beneath the scowl

Dax – POV The apartment door clicked shut behind me. Muffling the distant echo of Ronon’s anger still Thrumming in my head. Tension clung to the walls like stale air, thick and suffocating. 1 caught sight of Lyra the moment I stepped into the dimly lit living area. She stood up, stiff as a statue. Shoulders taut. Chin slightly lifted like she was readying herself for a fight. But her eyes… they gave her away. She quickly turned. Brushing her face with the back of her hand, Pretending like 1 hadn’t seen the faint shimmer of tears on her cheeks. She was proud, stubborn, and so damn guarded, but 1 wasn’t blind. She’d been crying. She always tried to hide it. Always tried to wear that iron mask of hers, scowling like the world owed her a debt and she intended to collect with interest. And maybe it did. Maybe we did. “Have you eaten?” 1 asked softly, Careful not to Let too much concern seep into my voice. She shot Me a glare, sharp enough to pierce armor. “Why? Planning to

015: tension

Dax POV “Ronon, may I speak with you in private?” I asked quietly, trying to steer him away from Lyra, who stood like a cornered animal—rigid, silent, yet daring anyone to come closer. But he didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. Instead, he turned those storm-filled eyes on me, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. “Do not try to talk me out of this. Dax,” he muttered, voice low. strAined, but edged with unfiltered rage. “That bitch could never be half the woman Stasia was. I’d be giving up everything if I accepted the bond with her.” I flinched inwardly. That wasn’t grief speaking anymore—it was fury fermented into cruelty. So I linked him silently, hoping I could reach him that way. “She’s afraid of you, Ronon.” His mental response came sharp and cold: “Good. She better know her place.” My stomach turned. Then he stepPed forward, squaring his shoulders, and Unleashed all that poison he had been bottling up. “You ungrateful bitch. I buy you things you

016: Defiance

Lyra’s POV Ronon’s words echoed in my skull like jagged shards of glass. Every syLlable he’d spat tore another piece of me open. All this hate, this fury, because I didn’t thank him? I should have said thank you, right? That’s what a good little mate does. Smile. Submit. Whisper gratitudE while he throws scraps at her feet like a beggar. But I wasn’t a beggar. Not anymore. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to kneel for a man who twisted kindnesS into weapons. I clenched my fists, the sting of his insults burning hotter than fire. I wouldn’t cry, not for him. Not for them. I’d swalLowed tears my whole life, from the moment I realized I was different… disposable. If only Lira had stayed. If only she’d forgiven our mother for hiding her existence, for keeping us both alive while the world believed she’d had only one child. If only Lira had chosen peace instead of war. If she had just… been here with me. But I couldn’t let them know there were two of us. I couldn’t risk the

017: Fractured threads

Lyra POV The moment 1 heard the soft click of their doors shutting, first Kael’s, then Dax’s, 1 let the dam break. My tears fell silently. Soaking into the scratchy fabric of the couch cushion beneath me. Alone in the vast emptiness of the living room, 1 finally dropped the mask. No one to see me. No one to accuse me. No one to care. Why this? Why, after years of crawling through darkness, of surviving off scraps of hope and dignity, did the goddess tie my fate to three men who saw me as nothing more than a curse? I had dared to believe in the myth of fated mates—of someone who would choose me, despite it all. But this? This was no sacred bond. This was a cruel twist. A nightmare dressed in destiny. I had always fought. Always endured. But tonight, the weariness clung to me like a second skin. 1 was so tired. Of Ronon’s contempt. Of Kael’s emotional distance. Of the confusion Dax stirred within me. Tired of being seen, but never known. Tired of existing in the gray, neithe

018: a bitter claim

Ronon’s POV I knew Lyra would try to eavesdrop, so I did not bother speaking out loud. Kael would understand. I reached out through the mind link, careful to keep my expression unreadable even as my thoughts churned. “Stasia gave me an ultimatum.” Kael glanced at me briefly, his face unreadable. “Let me guess, reject Lyra, or she walks?” “Exactly. She won’t even be in the same room with me unless I cut Lyra loose.” I stared out the window, jaw tight. “Then do it,” Kael replied coolly. “You were planning to anyway. I don’t see the problem.” But I heard it, the slight note of judgment in his voice. Not outright disapproval, but close. I gritted my teeth. “It’s not just about that.” “No?” “If I reject her, it might ruin your and Dax’s chance at magic.” It sounded weak, even to me. A justification I’d repeated too many times. Kael scoffed softly. “Ronon, come on. You really think we’re getting anything with the bond in its current state? The magic doesn’t care about ex

019: Ultimatum

Ronon’s POV “Alpha Ronon,” Stasia greeted me with her usual warmth, her eyes bright with something that resembled hope. I smiled at her, out of habit more than anything else. “You know you can just call me Ronon.” I said lightly. She returned the smile and stepped aside. opening the door wider to let me in. I handed her the bouquet of pale pink roses. Her favorite. And she accepted them with a soft sound of delight. She moved with practiced grace. Placing them in a glass vase on the kitchen counter. Adjusting each stem with delicate fingers. Watching her felt like slipping into a memory, familiar, safe. Comfortable. She had been my anchor in the chaos. The soft place I turned to when everything else. Especially the bond with Lyra, began gnawing at my sanity. What she did not know, what I never told her, was that she’d been my first. After the first whispers about Lyra’s so-called reputation began surfacing in the Kingdom. I had sought Stasia out. Not to prove anything, not

020: reject me already

Lyra’s POV I woke up with a poundIng in my skull and the bitter aftertaste of regret on my tongue. The vodka hadn’t brought the relief I’d hoped for. Just dullNess and now this splittIng headache. My body felt heavy. as if It had absorbed the weight of everything I’d been trying to forget. The cold pressed in around me despite the thick blanket, but it wasn’t the chIll that made me feel hollow. It was the conversation I’d overheard. Ronon and Kael. Whispering about me. About decIsions I wasn’t a part of. As if I were an Item on theIr to-do lIst. Not a person. Not theIr mate. Not even a threat, just a complicatIn. I forced myself uprIght and stumbled toward the bathroom. I barely recognIzed the girl in the mirror. Skin pale and blotchy. Eyes rimmed with red. Hair a tangled mess. The North had stripped me of everythIng, my dIgnity, my clarIty, my sense of identity. I wasn’t Lyra anymore. I was just a name tIed to someone else’s crimes. After a quick rinse and brushing my tee

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