All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alex’s POV:Something was wrong.I was sitting on the edge of my bed, books open, notes scattered, but I was not reading a single word. My chest felt tight for no reason. Not the normal stress. Not anger. This was different.Heavy.Sudden.My wolf shifted inside me, restless. Not aggressive. Not warning. It felt like a pull. Like a thread tugging from somewhere far but close at the same time.Blake.The thought came without permission.I closed my eyes.Images flashed. Not clear. Just feelings. Pain. Weakness. Darkness. The same kind of pull I felt that night in the forest when he was attacked.I stood up at once.“No,” I muttered. “You have no right.”I told myself to sit back down. To breathe. To stop thinking about him. After everything. After the words. After the blame.But my legs moved anyway.I grabbed my hoodie and walked out of my dorm. I did not tell myself where I was going. I already knew.Blake’s dorm.The walk felt too long. Every step made my chest tighter. My wolf grow

Blake’s POV:I woke up slowly.Not because my body wanted to, but because my mind refused to stay asleep.The pain in my back was less sharp today. It was still there, like a dull reminder pressed into my skin, but it no longer made me gasp when I moved. My arms felt heavy. My legs felt weak. But compared to the last two days, this was better.Physically.Emotionally, I felt worse.I stared at the ceiling for a long time. The light coming from the window told me it was late morning. Or maybe close to noon. I had lost track of time again.I turned my head slightly.Alex was still here.He was sitting on the chair near the bed, not too close, not too far. His elbows rested on his knees. His hands were clasped together. His head was lowered, eyes fixed on the floor like he was counting the lines there.He looked tired.Not injured tired. Not academy tired.Something deeper.I watched him without making a sound.He noticed my movement after a few seconds. He lifted his head slowly and loo

Blake’s POV:Friday morning came quiet. Too quiet for a place like this academy where noise never really sleeps. I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling of my dorm. White. Plain. Nothing special. My body felt better than the last few days. Not perfect, but good enough. My back still pulled a little when I moved. My ribs were sore if I breathed too deep. But I could stand. I could walk. I could leave.That thought stayed with me.I sat up on the bed and let my feet touch the floor. Cold tiles. I welcomed it. It kept my mind sharp. I stretched my shoulders a little and winced. Still healing. Being a werewolf helps, but pain does not disappear just because you want it to.I looked around the room.Everything looked the same, but it did not feel the same anymore.Alex was not here.He had not been here since yesterday. Not even once. Maybe he thought now that I was better, his job was done. Maybe he was avoiding me. Maybe that was best for both of us.I told myself I was fine wi

Blake’s POV:The car slowed before the iron gates.Silver Mansion stood the same way it always had. Tall. Quiet. Heavy. Even the air here felt different, thicker, like it carried too many memories that never left.The gates opened slowly.I leaned back in the seat, my bag beside me. My body still hurt, especially my back, but this pain was familiar now. What I felt inside my chest was not.The car stopped.I stepped out.The moment my feet touched the ground, my wolf stirred. Not aggressive. Just alert. This was home territory. Old power lived here. Old blood.“Welcome back, young Alpha,” one of the guards said with a bow.I nodded. “Thank you.”I walked inside.Silver Mansion smelled like stone, wood, and time. The walls were high, decorated with symbols of our pack. Every corner held history. Every hallway whispered names of those who came before me.My mother stood at the entrance hall.She wore a simple silver dress. No crown. No ceremony yet. Just a mother waiting for her son.“B

Alex’s POV:Night makes the academy honest.The noise fades. The smiles disappear. What stays is truth. And danger.I stood near the outer boundary where Aaran’s territory marker sat. A stone half-buried in the earth. Old symbols carved deep into it. Mark of claim. Mark of warning.I should not be here.Academy rules were clear about boundaries and territories. About respecting rival packs even inside shared grounds.Tonight, rules meant nothing.My wolf pressed close inside my chest. Not loud. Not wild. Focused. Cold.“Show me,” I whispered.I knelt and ran my fingers across the ground near the marker. Dirt disturbed. Leaves crushed. Not recent footsteps. Older. Deliberate.I inhaled slowly.Rogue scent.Faint. Layered. Covered with something else. Academy neutral markers. Someone tried to hide it.Anger did not explode.It settled.I followed the trail a few steps into the trees. Not far. Just enough to confirm.Scratches on bark. Not training marks. Signal marks.I straightened.“T