All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Blake's POV:For one long second, no one moves.The clearing is frozen in the aftermath of violence. Blood darkens the ground. Broken branches hang low like they bowed under the weight of the fight. My chest rises and falls too fast, each breath scraping my lungs.Then she steps forward.Lyra.She does not rush. She does not look around in panic. She moves like she already understands the field, like she counted every body before she entered. Silver fur fades as she shifts back into human form with smooth control. Her boots touch the ground without sound.Behind her, three figures emerge from the trees. Silver Pack betas. Not many. Not a patrol. Just enough.This is not pack involvement.This is quiet help.Maya gasps softly beside me. “Silver.”Lyra’s gaze snaps to her at once.She crosses the clearing in a few long steps and drops to her knees in front of Maya. Her hands are steady as she inspects the wound.“You should not move,” Lyra says calmly.Maya swallows. “I was not planning

Blake's POV:We move before dawn.No one argues this time.The forest feels different after what happened to me. It listens more closely. Or maybe I do. Every sound lands sharp in my head. Every shadow feels layered, like something could be hiding behind it and behind that again.Lyra walks a few steps ahead, quiet and focused. Leo stays close to her left. Liam walks behind me, guarding my blind side. Maya insists on coming too, her shoulder wrapped tight. She hides the pain well, but I hear it in her breathing.No one mentions my awakening.They do not have to.I feel it in the way they watch me now. Careful. Alert. Like I am something that might break or bite.We follow the trail Lyra found.Rogue paths do not look like normal trails. They cut sharp. Straight. No care for cover or beauty. Broken branches point inward like arrows. The ground is churned by too many feet moving in a hurry.“This way,” Lyra says softly.The air thickens as we move deeper. It smells old. Damp. Like rot a

Blake’s POV:The cave erupts into chaos.Rogues rush in like a broken wave, fast and loud and hungry. Their eyes glow wrong. Their movements are rough, uneven. They crash into each other as much as they crash toward us. They do not care who they hit first. All they want is blood.“Protect Aaran,” I shout.My voice echoes hard against stone.Leo moves at once, dragging Aaran back toward the inner wall where the shadows are thicker. Aaran stumbles, still weak, but Leo keeps him upright. Liam steps in front of Maya, blade raised, feet planted wide. His jaw is tight, eyes sharp. He is scared, but he does not move.Lyra does not speak.She simply moves.She becomes a blur of motion, calm and precise. Every strike is clean. Every movement ends a threat before it can reach us. She does not waste energy. She does not hesitate.I meet the first rogue head on.My body moves before my thoughts do. I block his swing, twist my shoulder, and strike back hard. The impact rattles my bones, pain shoot

Blake's POV:I waited outside Alex’s dorm long after the mission briefing ended. I walked the path slowly, trying to control my breathing. Half awake wolves passed by in distance on patrol rotation but no one noticed me. They thought I went to infirmary for check up. It was easy to slip away after everything tonight. No one expects a newly awakened wolf to sneak around rather than rest.The hallway was dim. The moonlight filled through the long window and painted a narrow silver line on the floor. I stopped at his door. For a moment I wondered if I should leave. I could have sent a message. But my chest felt heavy. I needed to see him. I needed him to believe me. I raised my hand and knocked softly.A few seconds passed. The lock clicked. The door opened just a little and his eyes met mine. His face looked tired. His hair half messy from a shower maybe or rest. His guard was up even if his voice was calm.“You should not be here,” he said.“I know,” I replied. “But I came anyway.”He

Blake's POV:One week can change how the world looks at you.I feel it the moment I step into the academy grounds.Nothing dramatic happens. No one bows. No one moves out of my way openly. But eyes lower. Conversations stop half a second too late. People pause before speaking to me like they are measuring every word.Power does not announce itself loudly. It settles. And once it does, everyone feels it.I walk through the main corridor, boots echoing softly against stone. A group of second years stands near the notice board. They stop talking when they see me. One of them swallows and nods quickly. I nod back without thinking.They leave.My wolf shifts inside me, calm and steady. Present. Always present.It is not restless anymore. It does not surge or pull. It simply exists. Heavy. Like a second spine running through my body.I hate how natural it feels.An instructor crosses my path and hesitates. Just a breath of a pause. Then he inclines his head slightly before continuing on.I