Todos os capítulos de Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Alex’s POV:Silence crashes into the room after my words.Lyra stares at me like she cannot believe what she just heard. Maya’s lips part, her eyes glossy with confusion. Liam frowns, his jaw tightening as if he is holding himself back from saying something reckless.“What is wrong with you?” Lyra finally asks, her voice sharp but hurt sitting right behind it. “Alex, this was done for you.”I laugh, but it sounds hollow even to my own ears.“It is my day,” I snap. “My birthday. My wish. And I decide with whom I want to spend it.”Maya steps forward. “You do not mean that.”“I do,” I reply coldly. “I do not want to spend it with you guys.”The words fall like stones.Blake does not speak. He does not move. He just stands there, frozen, his eyes dull, like someone who expected pain but still hoped it would not come.“That is enough,” Liam mutters. “You are being cruel for no reason.”I glare at him. “Stay out of it.”Lyra’s voice trembles. “Alex, please. At least listen.”“No,” I say fi

Blake’s POV:“Hold on to me, Lyra. Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Maya’s voice trembled as she pressed both hands against Lyra’s side.“I’m… not sleeping,” Lyra hissed, teeth clenched. “I’m just… very aware of pain right now.”That was Lyra. Even bleeding, even barely standing, she was still trying to joke.The Silver Forest behind us felt alive in a way it never had before. The trees were whispering, leaves trembling as if the territory itself had been disturbed by what just happened. My territory. My responsibility.And Alex had crossed into it without even realizing.Or maybe he did realize and didn’t care.A sharp howl sliced through the air, commanding, ancient, powerful.I stiffened. “She’s here.”Liam turned his head sharply. “Your mom?”Before I could answer, the air shifted. The pressure changed. The scent of alpha and Luna wrapped around us like a shield.My mother stepped out from between the trees, silver cloak brushing against the ground, eyes sharp and blazing as they

Alex’s POV:Blake’s footsteps fade down the corridor long before the echo inside my chest does.I stand where he left me, unmoving, staring at the closed door as if it might open again and undo everything I just said. The air in the room feels heavy, suffocating, like even the walls are disappointed in me.He had looked at me before walking away.Not angry.Not shouting.Just… tired.That hurts more.I rake a hand through my hair and let out a slow breath. My wolf shifts restlessly inside me, pacing, growling low in disapproval.You hurt him.“I know,” I mutter under my breath.You are hurting yourself.“I know that too.”But knowing does not make it easier. It does not make it right. It does not change the fact that every time I look at Blake, I see love tangled with betrayal, desire mixed with something forbidden.Mate.The word still feels like a curse.The Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. Out of all the wolves in the world, she chose him. The one person I should never wa

Lyra’s POV:Three past.Not morning. Not night.That strange hour when the world feels suspended between breathing and breaking.I stare at the faint glow of the clock from the edge of my vision, my eyes burning from staying open too long. Sleep never came. Pain made sure of that. Every time I closed my eyes, my ribs screamed, a sharp reminder that I was still very much awake and very much hurt.My right side throbs in a slow, cruel rhythm. Each breath presses against the claw marks hidden beneath the bandages, and every inhale feels like I am challenging my own body to punish me more.“Stupid,” I whisper to myself.Stupid for shifting too late.Stupid for stepping in front of Maya. Simply, I could push her as well with me.Stupid for thinking I could handle it.I try to move, just a little. My fingers dig into the mattress as I attempt to sit up.The pain hits instantly.A sharp groan escapes me before I can stop it, tearing out of my throat like a betrayal. My body curls forward on

Blake’s POV:Alex does not answer me.Not a word.He just stands there, eyes distant, jaw tight, breathing still uneven from the closeness we just shared. It feels like I reached him, brushed something raw and real, and then watched it slip through my fingers like smoke.“Alex,” I try once more, softer now. “Talk to me.”Nothing.The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable. It presses against my chest until it starts to hurt. I hate this part of him. The way he shuts down completely when things become too heavy. The way he builds walls so high even his wolf seems locked behind them.I take a step back.“Okay,” I say quietly, forcing my voice to stay steady. “If you don’t want to talk… I won’t push.”His eyes flicker to me for half a second. There is something there. Regret. Conflict. Maybe even fear.But he still says nothing.I nod once, more to myself than to him. “I’ll… give you space.”I turn and walk out before he can see the disappointment on my face deepen into something wor