All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 301 - Chapter 307

Lyra's POV:The howling wrapped around us like a living thing, wild and proud, echoing off the lake and rising into the moon. Maya’s hands were still cupping my face, her thumbs brushing my cheekbones, the flower crown crooked on my head like a ridiculous halo. Her ring caught the moonlight and flashed dark and perfect against her skin.She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against mine, breathing hard, smiling that stripped-open smile that made my chest feel too small for everything I felt.“May I have a wild night then?” she whispered, voice husky and teasing. “Maybe I might mark you first. Are you ready, my love wolf?”I laughed; shaky, delighted, terrified in the best way. “Here? On the platform I built so we could be alone?”“Exactly here.” She nipped my bottom lip. “Unless you’re suddenly shy about wolves knowing what we’re doing.”“They already know,” I muttered, cheeks burning even as heat pooled low in my belly. “They’re probably placing bets on who tops first.”May

Blake's POV:The door to our private suite clicked shut behind us, cutting off the last echoes of laughter and music from the anniversary party downstairs. One full year. One year of marriage, of learning each other in every way possible, of building a life that still felt like a miracle most days. The bond between us was singing tonight, bright and hungry, fed by too much wine, too many knowing looks from our family, and the news that had made the whole evening glow.Half-siblings. A little brother or sister on the way for both of us through our parents’ unexpected second chance. The joy of it had sat warm in my chest all night.Alex turned to me, eyes dark and soft in the low light. “I still can’t believe it,” he murmured, reaching for me. “We’re going to have a sibling. Together.”I caught his wrists before he could pull me in, thumbs pressing over his pulse points. “Yeah. We are.” My voice came out lower than I intended. “But right now, I don’t want to talk about family. I want yo

Maya's POV:The moon hung low and heavy over the lake, but nothing felt as bright as the woman beneath me. Lyra’s skin was flushed, marked by my teeth on her shoulder, and the ridiculous flower crown I’d made her wear again sat crooked on her messy hair. My ring, our ring, caught every bit of moonlight as I traced it across her chest.I could still taste both of us on my tongue. My body hummed with the afterglow of too many orgasms to count, but the hunger between us refused to settle.“You’re purring again,” I teased, pressing my thigh between hers just to feel her shiver.“Wolves don’t purr,” she grumbled, even as her hips rolled against me.“Mine does.” I nipped her bottom lip. “My wife does. My ridiculously romantic, treehouse-building wife.”Lyra’s eyes darkened with fresh heat. She flipped us in one smooth motion, pinning me beneath her. The platform felt solid under my back, every plank proof of how long and how deeply she had loved me before I even knew she was ready to ask.“Y