All Chapters of Mistaken by fate(the Lycans curse): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lyra’s POV Ronon’s sharp gaze cut into me like twIn blades, flickering with skepticism—and something else I couldn’t quite place. Curiosity? Disbelief? Contempt? “And how do you plan to reach the West?” he asked finally, his tone flat but biting. “You think you’ll survive out there, penniless, alone, unprotected? Or did you forget Malrevok has enemies in every corner of the kingdom?” His words stung, but I didn’t flinch. I met his eyes, chin high. “I’ll walk as far as I can. Someone, somewhere, will show me kindness eventually.” His smirk was immediate, mocking. “Oh? And what will you trade for that kindness—your pride, your name?” “I’ll make sure no one knows my identity,” I said, more quietly now. “No one will ever know I was bound to any of you.” A bitter laugh escaped him, harsh and dry. “You think determination alone will keep you warm on the forest floor? Keep you alive when rogues sniff you out? You wouldn’t last two days.” “Determination is a strong force,” I

Kael – POV “Kael, if you have grievances, take them out on me. Leave Stasia out of this,” Ronon said, stepping forward, placing himself between me and her like some damn savior. I clenched my jaw. The fury I’d been barely holding back finally erupted. “When you get her out of here, I will. There’s no place for her in this apartment. And if you insist on forcing her into our space, then I’ll take my part of the North and leave. Enough of this brotherhood crap. You’ve broken it.” His eyes narrowed, ice-blue and burning with anger. “All this… for a tainted whore?” The words dropped like a poisoned dagger, and my restraint shattered. I stepped into his space until we were nose to nose, the crackle of unshifted dominance humming in the air between us. “Don’t you dare call Lyra that again,” I growled. “She’s better than your social-climbing mistress, who, by the way, wasn’t even a virgin when you brought her into our home like some prize.” Stasia flinched like I’d slapped her. H

Kael’s POV Dax stepped Into the room, and the shIft was immediate. He wasn’t even fully through the doorway before the oppressIve weight of the room hit hIm square In the chest. His feet slowed, like he’d walked into somethIng thick and unseen. He scanned the space, brows pulling together, taking in the silence, the subtle tensIon strung between every breath we weren’t taking. “What… happened here?” he asked, voice low, cautious. His eyes searched our faces—mine, Ronon’s, even Clay’s—but he found no answers. “Where’s Lyra?” His voIce was casual on the surface, but I heard the undercurrent of worry beneath It. She was always hIs first thought. “She’s in your room,” I said. The words felt heavIer than they should have. A normal answer under dIfferent circumstances. But these weren’t normal circumstances. Dax blinked. His lips parted slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that answer, but his reaction wasn’t what I braced for. No flare of jealousy. No protest. No overprotective

Three days had passed sInce Kael and Dax arranged for me to have my own room. At first, It seemed like nothing more than a small kIndness. But In my world, kIndness was fleetIng, like smoke. It appeared for a moment, only to vanish as If It had never been there at all. It didn’t take Kael long to figure out the truth—that 1 was still a virgin. I hated how quickly he had pieced it together, hated the shame that came with the knowledge. But maybe, just maybe, it would finally put an end to the humiliating names he and the others had thrown at me. For three days, 1 had been left In that little room. It was quiet. Too quiet. The omegas brought my meals, setting the trays down with stiff hands, but the looks they gave me said more than words ever could. Distant. Cold. Disdainful. They saw me as nothing worth respecting. And yet, for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t care. 1learned Kael and Dax had traveled, which explained the strange silence filling the walls ar

Lyra’s POV Ronon stood abruptly, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. His hand shot out and gripped my arm with a force that made my skin throb beneath his fingers. Before I could react, before I could even catch my breath, he dragged me toward the door. The world tilted as he shoved me out of the apartment, and I went sprawling onto the hard ground. Pain flared in my arm where he’d held me, hot and sharp, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache tearing through my chest when I lifted my eyes to his. His cold, burning gaze seared into me, fury blazing in every line of his face. And yet, under that fury, something inside me cracked. If this was what it meant to have a mate, then perhaps the bond wasn’t a blessing at all. Perhaps it was nothing more than a curse. “When you grow the courage to reject me, let me know, Ronon.” My voice came out sharp, cutting through the heavy silence. It wavered with pain, yes, but not fear. Not anymore. His expression shifted.