All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Blake's POV:Tuesday early time settled over the academy like a held breath.The halls were quieter than they should have been. Even the lamps outside the dorms seemed dimmer, as if the walls themselves were listening. I walked back to my room with slow steps, my bag heavy on my shoulder though it carried almost nothing. My body was tired, but my mind refused to rest.Alex’s words still echoed in my head.You should not be near me right now.I unlocked the door and stepped inside.Liam was sitting on his bed, boots still on, jacket thrown carelessly beside him. He looked up the moment I entered. His face was tense, eyes sharp like he had been waiting.“You found him,” Liam said. It was not a question.I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment. “Yes.”Liam exhaled slowly. “And?”“And nothing is simple,” I replied.He nodded like he already knew. “Sit.”I crossed the room and sat on my bed. The familiar smell of the dorm helped a little. Books stacked wrong. Clothes

Blake’s POV:Tuesday night crept in quietly, but the sky told a different story.Thick clouds covered the moon, heavy and restless, like they were arguing with the wind. The air felt damp. The kind of night that promised thunder but had not delivered it yet. That kind always made my chest feel tight.Not because of me.Because of Alex.I stood on my window for a long moment, watching the clouds roll slowly over the academy towers. The stone beneath my bare feet was cold. Somewhere far below, a door shut. Voices laughed faintly, then faded. Life going on like storms were not waiting overhead.My wolf was alert, ears up, restless. He remembered storms. He remembered Alex shaking without wanting anyone to notice. He remembered hands gripping fabric too tight, breath coming uneven, pride fighting fear. He remembered the way Alex always pretended weather did not matter to him.I pulled my jacket tighter around myself.This was stupid, I told myself.Alex told me to stay away. He warned me.

Alex’s POV:The kiss does not end when the thunder fades.It lingers.Not rushed. Not demanding. Just there, like Blake is afraid to let go too fast. His lips are warm. Steady. Grounding. My breath stutters before I can stop it. I feel the tremor in my chest before I even register it myself. He tastes like mint and heat and something familiar I do not have words for.Another thunder cracks outside, closer this time.I flinch.My fingers twist into Blake’s shirt without permission. I do not realize I am holding him until I feel the fabric pull tight under my grip. It anchors me and exposes me all at once.“It’s okay,” Blake whispers instantly.His voice cuts through the noise better than silence ever could. I lean into it without thinking, like a drowning man reaching for something solid.“I’m here,” he says again, softer this time.The softness reaches places inside me I thought I had locked. I let out a sound I did not mean to make. A broken breath. Almost a whimper. It escapes befor

Blake's POV:The whole day of the Wednesday was filled with training and classes, but my mind was filled with the tension of Aaran.Night wrapped the academy in a careful kind of silence.Not peaceful. Just watchful.The towers stood tall against the sky, windows dark except for a few study lights. Somewhere far off, a guard’s footsteps echoed and then faded. The air smelled clean after the storm, but the calm felt thin, like it could tear if touched the wrong way.I moved quietly along the outer path, keeping to shadows. My heart beat steady, but my wolf was alert, ears up, senses stretched tight. Every sound felt louder than it should have.I should not be doing this.I knew that.I also knew I was already past the point of turning back.The meeting point was just beyond the academy limits, near the old stone markers that once marked pack borders before rules became lines on paper. The boundary was still there, faint but real. Crossing it without permission carried consequences.Leo

Blake's POV:The forest does not calm after the howls fade.It tightens.I feel it first in my shoulders. That sense of being watched does not leave. It grows heavier, like eyes pressing from all sides, patient and cruel. The rogues we saw do not rush us. They linger. They wait. That makes it worse.Leo signals for us to pull back a little. We move toward thicker cover, closer together now. Liam keeps glancing behind us, counting steps, listening for breath that does not belong to us.My wolf stays close to the surface. Not wild. Not loose. Focused.“Something is off,” Liam whispers. “Too quiet again.”“Yeah,” I reply. “They are not done.”We reach a narrow clearing where broken trees lean like tired guards. Moonlight slips through the branches in pale lines. I step forward, scanning the edges.That is when I sense her.It hits me like a wrong note in a familiar song.Human heartbeat. Familiar scent. Not rogue.“Maya,” I say sharply.She steps out from behind a fallen trunk with her h