All Chapters of My Cruel Stepbrother is My Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Ezra pov I gasped, stumbling back as the light surged through me. My limbs felt like molten metal, heavy and sharp all at once, yet strangely alive. The sensation made my skin tingle and my teeth ache. It was as if my entire body remembered something it had long forgotten. Something primal and urgent, a rhythm I had never known but that pulsed in my veins like the heartbeat of the world itself.Ivan’s hands stayed firmly on my arms, grounding me, holding me to the earth while my senses spiraled out of control. “Breathe,” he commanded, voice low but filled with iron. “I’m right here. Don’t fight it. Let it flow. Let it show you who you are.”I tried. I clenched my jaw and forced my breath steady, but the world around me warped. Trees stretched taller than they should, the wind sounded like whispers in a language I didn’t understand, and my heart beat louder than my ears could tolerate. My body shook violently, and I could feel something deep in my core stir—something that made me ache

The first gunshot cracked through the night like thunder.My body reacted before my mind did. The silver light inside me surged outward, sharp and fast, and the bullet shattered midair, falling in burning fragments at my feet. Gasps tore through the clearing. The armed figures hesitated, shock rippling through their line.Then everything exploded.Wolves shifted in flashes of bone and fur. The sound was violent, wet, powerful. My pack surged forward in a wave of snapping teeth and flying bodies. The humans fired wildly, panic breaking their formation. One wolf leapt so high it seemed impossible, slamming into a man’s chest and carrying him into the dirt with a bone crushing impact.Ivan moved before I even realized I was in danger. He yanked me back just as another shot rang out. The bullet sliced through the space where my head had been a second earlier. My heart slammed brutally against my ribs.“They are not just hunters,” he said fast. “They are trained for wolves.”Another blast.

The wind changed that night.It was subtle at first. A shift in the air. A pressure that made my skin tighten and my heartbeat stumble. I stood on the broken rooftop long after everyone else had settled into uneasy sleep, watching the horizon like it might crack open and give me answers.The bond under my skin stirred again.Not violent. Not burning.Awake.I pressed a hand to my chest and closed my eyes. The pull wasn’t loud, but it was steady. Like distant footsteps growing closer with every breath.Jake.Behind me, I heard soft movement. Boots against concrete. I didn’t turn because I already knew who it was.“You shouldn’t be up here alone,” Ivan said.“I’m not alone,” I replied quietly. “I just feel like I am.”He came to stand beside me, not touching, not too far either. The space between us felt heavy with things neither of us could fix.“You felt it too,” I said.“Yes.”“How far is he.”Ivan hesitated just long enough to answer honestly. “Too close.”My throat tightened.For a