All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha Prince Stepbrother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The ache had become unbearable. Amanda had managed to keep silent for days, to swallow the fire in her chest and pretend that she could live with it. But every time Skylar entered a room, every time his golden eyes flickered toward her and then away, the bond burned hotter. The whispers at school, the cruel laughter of Tessa and her friends, even her mother’s quiet reassurances, none of it mattered compared to the constant ache of her inescapable tether. And she was done carrying it alone. She found him that evening outside the estate, standing near the tree line where the shadows of the forest seemed to swallow the moonlight. He leaned against the trunk, arms crossed, his expression carved in stone but when she approached, his gaze flicked to her, sharp and wary."We need to talk", Amanda said, her voice tight.Skylar exhaled, a humorless sound."About what? Haven’t we already said enough?", he asked with a fake smile."No, we haven't said anything that matters", Amanda snapped, heat

Moonridge had never felt so full. By dawn, the estate and its grounds were bustling with arrivals. Carriages and sleek black cars lined the roads, their crests shining under the gray sky: sigils of wolf packs from the North, South, and the far East. Wolves poured out of them not the textbook kind, these were broad-shouldered men with calculating gazes, fierce-eyed women cloaked in furs, their auras radiating power. The great conference was tradition, held once every decade. This year, Samuel Blackthorne hosted, and Moonridge was on display before the eyes of every Alpha who mattered. Amanda watched from her window as one convoy after another pulled through the gates. Her chest tightened. She already felt like an outsider in her new world; now, with dozens of strangers filling the estate, it felt like the walls might collapse in on her. Behind her, Celeste bustled, overseeing servants carrying trays of wine and steaming food. Her face was calm, but Amanda saw the strain in her mother’s

By Monday morning, the whispers of the conference had spilled into the halls of Moonridge High. Amanda knew it the second she stepped through the front doors. Heads turned, conversations faltered mid-sentence, only to resume in hushed tones as her footsteps echoed down the corridor."They said she's a threat to the pack...""I heard from my sister who works at the Blackthorne estate that Alpha Rufus might take action against Moonridge, all because of her…""Really? That's crazy...""Yeah I agree… but why is Cassian Graveson always with her now?"The words slithered around her, half-hidden but cutting all the same. She held her books tighter against her chest, her chin lifted in the proud way her mother always told her to stand but her insides twisted with every stare. By her locker, Stacie appeared at her side, her expression pinched."Ignore them", she muttered.Amanda forced a smile. "I’m trying."But she couldn’t ignore the way the whispers grew louder, more insistent, or the curio

The council chamber was heavy with tension. Dozens of Alphas sat around the long oak table, the air thick with the scents of dominance and unease. Maps were spread across the surface, pins marking borders and territories, crimson circles drawn where the rogue wolves had struck in recent months. Samuel stood at the head of the table, shoulders squared."These attacks by the rogue wolves are no longer isolated incidents. They are deliberate, coordinated", he said, his voice measured but firm. His finger tapped against one of the crimson circles."They test our borders, retreat when pressed, only to strike again where our patrols are weakest. That is not the work of scattered rogues."A low murmur rippled through the chamber. Alpha Dorian of the Frostfangs frowned."You’re suggesting they’re organized?", he asked."I’m saying, someone is guiding them", Samuel replied, his golden eyes sweeping the room.The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Then Samuel’s gaze landed, del

Skylar’s rage tasted like iron on his tongue. The next day’s training session should have been routine. The younger wolves sparred under the sharp eyes of their instructors, the sound of fists hitting pads and bodies hitting the mat echoing through the hall. But Skylar wasn’t really there, not fully because Amanda’s voice haunted him."I hate you."He’d heard insults before. He’d taken worse from enemies, rivals, even his father, but this… this was different. It burrowed under his skin, clawed at his chest, burned like fire in his veins. Because the bond screamed that it was a lie, that her words were a wall she built to protect herself from him. But what if it wasn’t? The thought drove him mad."Focus, Skylar!", the trainer barked as Skylar’s opponent lunged at him.Skylar moved on instinct, his wolf rising too fast, too vicious. He slammed his partner to the mat, pinning him with a snarl. His claws lengthened, his teeth sharpening as his wolf howled for release."Skylar, stop!", the