FATEBOUND: Mated to my step-brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Gianna.One minute we were standing in the foyer of the house, bags barely zipped, tension still hanging in the air like a storm that hadn’t fully decided whether to break or pass. The next minute, we were pulling up at the community gates.Even if a part of me wanted to protest, I couldn’t. Not really. The image of Rue still sitting somewhere alone, Alina somewhere in the shadows… it all pressed too hard against my chest. I hated that I understood the urgency now. I hated that I was becoming someone who didn’t question it anymore.We needed training. I needed training.I had to wake up from whatever soft, fragile fantasy still wanted to believe my sister was just… lost, not gone.So when mum said we had to leave, there wasn’t much arguing left in me. We packed quickly. Too quickly. Like if we moved fast enough, we wouldn’t have to feel anything fully.“I’ll see you around, yeah?” Ivan said beside me, his hand brushing my elbow in that quiet, grounding way he always did without even t

Gianna.Morning in the community never really felt like morning.It felt like the forest was stretching awake in layers, slow and watchful, like even the trees were deciding whether they trusted the day yet. The air outside my cabin was cool, sharp in my lungs in a way that made me more aware of every breath I took.I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment longer than necessary.That same pressure was there again.Behind my eyes.Not painful enough to scream for attention… but persistent enough that I couldn’t ignore it either. It had started sometime last night before I finally forced myself to sleep, like something had settled inside my skull and decided it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.My fingers lifted slowly, pressing lightly against my temple.I tilted my head slightly like that might reset something.It didn’t.It stayed.Waiting.Like it was studying me instead of hurting me.I exhaled through my nose, slow and controlled.“Probably just training fatigue,” I muttered, but even

Gianna.The silence that followed my question felt heavier than the words that came before it.Ivan didn’t speak.Marcus didn’t either.And that… that was worse.Because silence only ever shows up when the truth is already too close to the surface.My pulse slowed in a strange way. Not calm. Just focused. Like my body was preparing for impact before my mind caught up.“I asked a question,” I said again, softer this time, but sharper underneath.Ivan shifted slightly.I noticed it immediately.That small movement he always made when he was trying to decide between honesty and protection.Marcus finally let out a breath.“Gianna—”“No,” I cut in quickly, my voice firmer now. “Don’t do that. Don’t start with my name like it’s supposed to calm me down.”Something flickered across Marcus’s face. Not anger. More like… understanding he didn’t want to have.Ivan stepped forward half a step.“Gia, it’s not what you think—”“That’s exactly what people say when it is what I think.”My chest tigh

Gianna.The seer didn’t look at him.Her eyes were still on me.“I know why you came.”A pause.Then—“It has already begun.”My brows pulled together before I could stop it.“What has?” I asked.Her head tilted slightly.Not confused.Not surprised.Just… interested.“You feel it,” she said.Not a question.A statement.My fingers twitched faintly at my sides.And right on cue—that pressure behind my eyes pulsed again.Sharp.Quick.Gone before I could fully react.I swallowed.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Her lips curved faintly.Not a smile.Something quieter.Something that made it feel like she knew exactly what I was trying not to say.“You will.”Silence settled again.Heavier now.Thicker.Like the room itself was listening.Ivan stepped forward slightly beside me.“We were told there’s a way to break it,” he said, his voice steady. Controlled.Her gaze finally shifted to him.Slow.Measured.“There is.”The words didn’t feel like relief.They didn’t open anythin

Gianna.I didn’t know how to feel about going to school today.Not in the dramatic way, I hate school kind of way.Just… blank.Like my emotions showed up late and didn’t bother explaining themselves.I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, staring at my reflection like it might tell me something useful. My eyes looked the same. My face looked the same.But something underneath it all felt… off.Tired didn’t even cover it.It was deeper than that.Like my body had been running all night without me.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly.“I don’t even care enough to care,” I muttered under my breath.I grabbed my bag anyway.Because life doesn’t pause just because you feel like you’re unraveling quietly.Ivan was already waiting downstairs.Of course he was.Leaning slightly against the car, phone in hand, but not really using it. The moment he heard my footsteps, his head lifted, eyes finding mine immediately.That small shift in his expression…It didn’t g