บททั้งหมดของ Mated to My Rival Step Brother: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Blake's POV:I knew the day would feel different, but I didn’t expect it to hit this hard.The moment I stepped into the arena, the noise wrapped around me like a living thing. It wasn’t just loud. It pulsed. Hundreds of voices, shifting, rising, falling. Excited. Hungry. Waiting.Opening day of the Alpha Heir Competition.It had officially begun.I slowed my steps for just a second, letting my eyes adjust to the space. The arena was larger than I remembered. Or maybe it just felt that way today. Banners hung from the upper levels, each marked with old pack symbols. Some I recognized. Some I didn’t. The floor below was polished dark stone, marked with circular patterns that would probably mean something later.Everything looked prepared. Controlled.But the air?The air was tense.Competitors were already scattered across the arena floor. Some stood in small groups, talking quietly. Others kept to themselves, stretching or watching. Everyone was pretending to be calm.No one was calm.

Alex's POV:The arena was loud and I was not listening to any of it.I had found a position near the eastern wall after the bracket announcement, far enough from the main crowd that I could stand without being pressed on all sides, close enough that I could see the floor. I told myself I was studying the competition. Reading the room. Doing what a serious competitor did on opening day.I was watching Blake.He stood near the center with his arms loose at his sides and his eyes on the bracket board and the morning light coming through the high arena windows landed on him in that particular way that I was choosing not to think about. He had not looked back in my direction since that moment earlier. Since we had stood three steps apart and looked at each other and I had opened my mouth and nothing had come out.I love you.He had said it in my room last night and I had stood there and responded with information about our parents and a threat and watched him walk out in my t-shirt and I h

Blake's POV:Coach Vega set the papers face down on each desk with the unhurried efficiency of someone who had done this many times and had no interest in making it dramatic."Theory assessment," he said from the front. "Pack governance. Historical territorial law. Strategic leadership under pressure. Alliance ethics." He looked across the room. "You have ninety minutes. The assessment is closed material." He paused. "Begin."Papers flipped over across the room.I looked at mine.The first question was on pre-treaty inter-pack boundary law. I knew this. I had read three chapters on it two weeks ago and the information was still accessible in the part of my brain that retained things properly when I had slept enough and applied myself.I had not slept enough.I started writing anyway.The first section moved through me reasonably well. Boundary law and the historical cases that had defined its application. The Silver pack's role in the 1887 accords which I knew in specific detail becau

Maya's POV:The atrium was still moving around me and Alex was still standing there waiting for an answer and I had not said anything for approximately five seconds which in a public space with four people watching felt considerably longer.Dinner. Just the two of us. Tomorrow night.I was still processing the shape of the sentence when my phone buzzed in my jacket pocket.Reflex. I looked at it.The number had no name.It never had a name.My chest tightened before I even opened the message. The specific tightening that came from two years of conditioning to what that number meant when it appeared.I opened it.~ If you are done with your shit with Lyra, just say the fucking yes. Otherwise, there won't be any Lyra on the earth who will be breathing.The atrium continued.Students walked past. The announcement screen cycled. Someone laughed somewhere behind me at something that had nothing to do with anything happening in my chest right now.I read it again.Then I locked my phone and

Blake's POV:The dorm room was quiet and I was fine with that.I sat on the edge of my bed with my phone in my hand and the message sent and the screen dark and I did not feel the need to fill the quiet with anything. Quiet was useful sometimes. Quiet let you hear the things you had been talking over.Alex Thorne had asked Maya to dinner.I had watched it happen from approximately four feet away and I had kept my face neutral and I had sent eight words and meant all of them and that was the end of it."Yes, that was the end of it."I put the phone on the bed beside me and looked at the wall.There was a version of tonight where I sat here and ran the whole thing through again. The shower. The room. The confession. The rope on the sofa. The parents. The threat. The walking out. I could run all of it in sequence and arrive at the same place I had been arriving at for two days which was nowhere useful.Or I could not do that.I stood up.The competition bracket was on the second day tomor