All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Blake's POV:The hall was quiet in a way that pressed against my ears. Mom was not here because she wanted not to attend like earlier.Not empty quiet. Heavy quiet.The kind that came from too many wolves standing still, breathing the same air, sharing the same memory. Torches burned along the stone walls, their light steady and controlled. Silver flames. They did not flicker like normal fire. They never had.I stood at the center of the ritual circle.The exact place my father once stood.I could feel it in the floor beneath my feet. The stone was smooth there, worn down by time and weight and presence. Alpha presence. His presence. I swallowed and kept my shoulders straight.Around me, the elders formed a wide circle. Men and women with gray hair and sharp eyes. Some leaned on carved staffs. Some stood without support, backs straight despite their age. All of them watched me.Not with judgment.With expectation.An elder stepped forward. Elder Remus. He had served my father for deca

Blake's POV:Sunday felt slower.The Silver Mansion woke without urgency. No bells. No calls. Just light through the windows and the soft sound of movement far below. I stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, listening to the house breathe.When I finally got up, the smell reached me halfway down the stairs.Food.Real food. Not formal meals. Not ceremonial plates. Something warm and familiar.The kitchen door was open. Laughter drifted out.“You are cutting that wrong,” Lyra said, her voice sharp with amusement.“I am cutting it how I want,” my mother replied without looking up.“That is how fingers get lost,” Lyra teased.“I have cooked longer than you have existed,” my mother said calmly.I stepped inside. “She is right,” I said, glancing at Lyra. “You are dramatic.”Lyra turned toward me, knife still in her hand. “Good. The prince has arrived.”My mother smiled softly at me. “Wash your hands.”“Yes, Mom,” I replied.The kitchen was alive. Bowls on every surface. F

Blake's POV:Monday morning came without mercy.The bell echoed through Midnight Academy like a warning instead of a call. I walked through the main gates with my shoulders straight and my steps steady. My body felt whole again. The bruises had faded. The cuts had closed. But inside, something stayed tight.The academy felt colder.Not the air. The space.Stone walls rose higher than I remembered. Windows reflected gray light. Even the ground felt harder under my boots.Liam walked beside me. He did not speak at first. Neither did I.Students slowed when they saw us. Conversations dipped. Heads turned and then turned away too quickly. Whispers followed. Soft. Sharp.I felt them land on my back.“They are watching,” Liam said quietly.“I know,” I replied.He adjusted his pace to match mine. “You healed fast.”“I rested,” I said.“That is not what I meant,” he replied.I glanced at him. His face was tight. Concern lived there. Fear too.“What did you hear this morning?” I asked.“That A

Alex's POV:Monday evening crept into the academy like a warning that refused to announce itself.The sky outside the tall windows darkened slowly. Lanterns lit the corridors one by one. Shadows stretched longer across stone floors. I stood near the upper balcony, hands resting on the cold railing, watching students move below.I was not waiting for anyone.That was the lie I told myself.“Blake.”I turned at the sound of Liam’s voice. He walked toward me, steps careful, like he was approaching something that might break.“You heard,” he said.I did not answer right away.“Yes,” I replied finally. “I heard.”Alex had been summoned.The words kept repeating in my head, over and over, like a drumbeat that refused to stop.Council summons.Not a request. Not a meeting.A summons.Liam leaned beside me. “You look calm.”“I am,” I said.He did not believe me. Neither did my wolf.Down below, two instructors walked past, voices low but urgent.“Aaran.”“Rogue link.”“Thorne heir.”The words

Blake’s POV:Late Monday night made the academy feel hollow.The halls were quieter than usual, but not peaceful. Lights were dimmed. Shadows clung to corners like they were listening. Every step echoed longer than it should have. Even the banners along the walls seemed to hang heavier, their colors dulled by the hour.Most students were asleep. Those who were not knew better than to wander. Night at the academy was never empty. It was watched. Always.Alex told me to stay away.I did not listen.I told myself I was only going for a walk. That I needed air. That I needed space. None of that was true. The truth sat beneath my ribs, tight and restless, pulling me forward no matter how many times I tried to turn back.I followed the pull in my chest, the one that never lied even when my mind tried to. It led me behind the old training wing, near the narrow path that connected to the outer grounds. The stones there were cracked and uneven, worn down by years of boots and claws. The place