Todos os capítulos de Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Lyra's POV:Silver wolves are trained to watch before they move. That is the first lesson we learn. Watch the land. Watch the pack. Watch the wolves who think they are hiding something.Tonight, Blake is not hiding well.I stand at the edge of the upper training ground, far from the lights of the academy towers. The stone beneath my boots is cold. The wind carries the scent of pine, iron, and something new. Something heavy.Blake’s awakening still hums in the air. Not loud. Not wild. Controlled. And that is what makes it dangerous.He moves across the field alone. No partner. No instructor. Just him and the night. His strikes are clean. Strong. Too strong. The practice post cracks under his grip, wood splitting like it was already tired of standing.He exhales slowly, forcing his wolf back down.It listens.That alone tells me everything.Most newly awakened wolves struggle. They fight their instincts or drown in them. Blake does neither. His wolf sits inside him like a king waiting f

Maya’s POV:The lake is quiet.Not silent. Just calm in a way that feels rare.The water reflects the moon in soft ripples, not full, not bright, but enough to paint silver lines across the surface. Trees lean around the shore like they are guarding the place. Crickets hum low. The air smells like wet leaves and cold earth.I sit beside Lyra on a smooth rock near the water. My legs are folded close to me. Her knees are bent, drawn up at first, arms loosely around them. We are close but not touching. Close enough to feel her warmth. Close enough to feel safe.“It is so peaceful,” I say without thinking.My voice sounds different here. Softer.Lyra turns her head slightly and looks at the lake. “It is. I find the same though.”I breathe in deep. My chest feels light. For once, my thoughts are not racing ahead. No duties. No rules. No expectations.“I never had a moment like this,” I add. “Not like this. So calm. So quiet. It feels like the world stopped for a second. No other tension. N

Blake's POV:The dorm walkway is quiet after dinner.Too quiet.The lamps along the stone path glow soft and yellow. Their light pools on the ground and fades into shadow at the edges. The academy looks peaceful at night. Almost gentle. But my chest does not feel calm at all.I walk slowly, hands tucked into my jacket pockets, boots echoing softly with each step. Every sound feels louder tonight. Every breath feels watched.My wolf is not asleep.It is not raging either.It is there.Present.Heavy.Like something sitting under my skin, waiting.I stop near the railing that overlooks the lower training grounds. The field is empty now. No voices. No commands. No Coach Vega shouting at us to focus or move faster.But my body remembers.The training from earlier replays in my head whether I want it or not.Alex.Standing across from me.His eyes sharp. Cold. Focused.Not angry. Not cruel.Controlled.That hurts more than anger ever could.I clench my jaw and look away.How does he do it?

Blake's POV:Morning comes too fast.I barely slept. Not because my body was restless, but because my mind would not slow down. The wolf stayed quiet through the night, not asleep, just present. Watching. Listening.When I finally get out of bed, my muscles ache in a deep way. Not pain. More like memory. Like my body remembers standing at the edge of something dangerous and surviving it.I dress slowly and step into the corridor.The academy is already awake.Students move in clusters, talking in low voices. Some laugh. Some argue. Some train even before the bell rings. Everything looks normal.But it does not feel normal.As I walk past them, conversations fade.Eyes shift.A few students stop talking completely until I pass.I pretend not to notice, but my wolf notices everything.It lifts its head inside me. Alert. Curious.They feel it too.I reach the training hall early. Coach Vega stands near the center, arms crossed, watching everyone arrive. His gaze flicks to me and holds fo

Alex’s POV:The door closes behind us with a soft sound.The room feels warmer than the forest. Or maybe it is just the way Blake’s presence fills the space. He moves carefully, like his body remembers the fall even if his face tries to pretend nothing happened.“Sit,” I say, pointing at the bed.He raises an eyebrow. “That was not a request.”“It was,” I reply. “A caring one.”Blake exhales through his nose and does as told. He sits on the edge of the bed, straight back, shoulders wide, hands resting on his thighs like a soldier waiting for orders.I open the small cabinet near my desk and take out the tin box.“This is the medicine,” I say. “Your mother made it. She gave it to me after the rogue attack on you when I had my first full awakening. It helps with muscle strain and internal pressure.”Blake watches me closely. “You trust it a lot.”“I trust her,” I answer.He nods once. “Then I trust it too. After all, she is my mother.”That should not do anything to me. But it does.“Ta