All Chapters of My Cruel Stepbrother is My Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ivan’s POV The second I stepped into the gym entrance and saw Jake standing there, all golden wolf fury and twisted pride, I knew I was already on his radar. I didn’t flinch. Not once. My wolf had been trained for this, trained to protect, to fight, to never let Ezra fall into danger. And right now, danger was painted in human form, standing a few feet away with a growl in his chest.Ezra’s voice cut through the tension like glass. “No! I’m not a prize. I’m not something to win or control!”Her words hit me harder than Jake’s presence ever could. I could see the fear in her eyes, the trembling in her hands, and yet there was fire too—a fire I had never seen in a human, not even a wolf, not in this way. She wasn’t weak. She was strong, in a way that terrified me and made me want to protect her even more fiercely.Jake took a step closer, his golden eyes flickering. “It’s always my business,” he whispered. “Because she was mine before you ever showed up.”I froze, not because of the wo

Ivan’s POV The hallways of BlueRock High were deceptively quiet. Empty. But I knew better. Danger didn’t always announce itself with noise. Sometimes it lingered in the spaces between footsteps, in the silence after a slammed locker, in the unspoken tension thick in the air.Ezra had left me standing there, trembling against the lockers, and I could feel the storm building behind her—Jake. He was like a wildfire in human form, a predator wrapped in teenage skin, and his obsession with her wasn’t subtle. I had seen it the moment he stepped into the gym. Gold eyes, muscles coiled like he was ready to snap. That’s why I’d kept my distance… until now.But she needed answers, and I was the only one who could give them.“Ezra,” I muttered under my breath, stepping forward, my senses on high alert. My wolf stirred, restless, sensing another presence nearby, one that made my claws itch and my teeth ache. Jake wasn’t just protective—he was territorial. Dangerous. And he’d never back down from

Jake POV I slammed the door behind me, the echo reverberating through the grand hall of our old mansion. Even the walls seemed to tense under my anger, my frustration, the storm of thoughts hammering in my head. Every step I took toward my father, Conrad, felt heavier than the last.“Ivan’s here,” I growled, voice tight enough to crack glass. “He has Ezra. He’s brought her back.”My father didn’t flinch. Didn’t even glance up from the papers strewn across his mahogany desk. Calm. Always calm. Too calm. That drove me insane.“And?” he asked. Flat. Cold. Measured.“And she’s…” I clenched my fists so tightly I felt my knuckles pop. “She’s… she’s in his control. Ezra’s in his control. He’s trying to take her—take her away from me. From us.”Conrad finally looked up, and the weight behind his gaze hit me like a punch. Not because it was harsh, but because it carried understanding, history, and that quiet authority that reminded everyone who led this family.“They’ve returned,” he said slo

Jake’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed, the moonlight spilling through the half-open curtains, throwing long shadows across the walls. My hands were still trembling from what my father had said earlier.The GreyWolves were back.That one sentence had burned through my mind all night, over and over, until it was all I could hear.The GreyWolves—the pack that had torn everything apart, the pack that had once hunted Ezra and her mother, the reason we’d run, the reason I had been sworn to protect her.I’d known this day would come. I just didn’t think it would happen while she still didn’t know who she was.My father, Alpha Conrad, had said it so simply. Like it was nothing. Like it didn’t tear my insides apart.“Pack your things. We’re moving before dawn.”I’d nodded because that’s what I always did, but the moment he’d turned his back, I’d slipped out the door. I couldn’t leave. Not without seeing her. Not without making sure she was safe.Not without telling her something—anything—tha

IVAN POV The night wind cut against my skin as I held Ezra tighter, the tremor in her shoulders vibrating straight into my bones. For a moment I didn’t move. I just kept her pressed against me like she was the only thing anchoring me to the earth. Her breath hitched, warm against my neck, and something inside me twisted hard enough to bruise.I didn’t know how long we stayed like that. Minutes. Hours. Time didn’t mean anything when she was in my arms.But something else did.Movement.A shift in the air.A scent that didn’t belong to either of us.Danger.I lifted my head sharply, scanning the treeline behind the abandoned theatre. “Ezra,” I murmured, voice low but steady. “We need to move.”She didn’t look up immediately. Her grip stayed on my shirt like she wasn’t ready to let go of the tiny piece of safety she had found. But when she finally lifted her face, her eyes were red—filled with fear and exhaustion, but iron deeper inside.“What is it?” she whispered.“Not here,” I said.