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

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

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

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

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

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