Todos os capítulos de Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Maya’s POV:My legs are still shaking when we start climbing down.“I cannot believe I kissed someone on top of a tree,” I whisper to myself.Lyra hears me and laughs softly. “You did great up there.”“I almost died.”“You did not.”“I almost did.”She smiles and moves down first. “Come slowly. I am right below you.”The bark feels less scary now. Or maybe I am just too full of feelings to think straight.When my foot slips a little, her hand catches my ankle fast.“See?” she says. “I got you.”I look down at her. Moonlight makes her hair shine. Her face looks calm. Strong.Why does she always make me feel safe like this?We finally reach the ground. My feet touch the soil and I exhale loudly.“I love the ground,” I say.She laughs. “Drama queen.”I try to walk but my legs feel weak.She notices at once. “Hey. You okay?”“My legs forgot how to be legs.”Without another word, she turns her back to me and bends a little.“Get on.”My eyes go wide. “What?”“Come on,” she says. “I will ca

Blake’s POV:The three days off end faster than I expect.Maybe because my mind is not resting at all.When the morning horn echoes through the academy, I open my eyes already tired. I did not sleep well. I kept turning on the bed, thinking about yesterday, about Alex’s face, about his voice that sounded like ice.I sit up slowly and press my palms against my eyes.“Maybe today will be better,” I whisper.I want to believe that.Training days are supposed to feel normal. Hard. Loud. Full of orders and sweat and stupid jokes from Liam. But today, I feel like I am walking toward something heavy.I get dressed and step out. The air is cool. Students move in lines toward the training ground. Some are still yawning. Some are already excited.Liam joins me halfway.“You look like you fought ten wolves in your sleep,” he says.“Feels like that,” I reply.He lowers his voice. “You okay?”I force a smile. “Yeah.”He does not look convinced, but he does not push.When we reach the field, the in

Blake's POV:The training yard felt too big today.I sat on the wooden bench near the side fence, elbows on my knees, hands hanging between them. My breathing was still heavy from drills, but that was not what made my chest tight.It was Alex.He stood across the field, speaking with another trainee, but it did not look like him. His posture was straight, his face calm, but there was a wall around him. Invisible. Cold. Hard.Liam dropped down beside me, wiping sweat from his neck with his shirt."Bro," Liam said, breathing hard, "you look like someone stole your wolf."I forced a small laugh. "Does it show that much?""Yeah," Liam replied. "You have been staring at Alex for ten minutes."I looked away immediately. "I am not staring.""You are," Liam said simply. "And he is acting weird."I stayed silent.Liam leaned back on his palms. "Did you two fight?""No," I answered. "We did not fight.""Then?""I do not know," I said quietly. "He came back different. Cold. Like he does not want

Maya’s POV:I could still feel the cold water in my bones, but the moment Lyra wrapped that towel around my shoulders, the cold stopped mattering. My body was shaking earlier, not just from the shower but from everything inside me breaking apart. Now I was sitting there, breathing slowly, while she stood behind me with that quiet focus she always had when she cared.She did not ask questions. Not one. That was the most dangerous thing about her. She did not push, yet she always reached my heart.Lyra moved the towel gently over my hair. Slow strokes. Careful. Like I was something fragile that might fall apart if she rushed.“Still cold?” she asked softly.I shook my head. “No.”My voice came out small. I hated how small I sounded, but she did not make me feel weak. She made me feel held.She kept wiping my hair, then lowered the towel to my shoulders. She carefully took off my top, not in a way that made my heart race in embarrassment, but in a way that made me feel safe. Her fingers

Gregory’s POV:The Silver Forest feels different at night.Quieter. Heavier.Even the wind moves like it is hiding secrets.I stand near the south east corner, where the trees grow taller and the ground dips slightly. No one comes here. No patrol walks this side unless ordered. That is how she wanted it.That is how she built it.I pull open the front of my long silver wolf coat hoodie. The fabric glints faintly under the moonlight. Soft, light, but strong. Selene made this herself. Said it would help me pass without raising suspicion from the border guards or the beta wolves who check scent trails.She thinks of everything.I touch the collar and smile to myself. “You and your genius mind,” I murmur.From the outside, it looks like nothing. Just a thick branch stretching wide from an ancient tree. Moss. Shadows. Silence.But I know better.I step closer and place my palm on the bark. The surface feels cold, then warm, then it shifts. A soft silver glow runs like veins through the wood