Chapter 1

Lyra’s POVThe High Hall smelled of rust, old blood, and cold stone. Every breath I took scraped against my throat like broken glass. Three pairs of sapphire eyes watched me from across the long oak table—eyes that had once traced my face with love, whispered promises against my skin, and made me feel like I belonged to something eternal.Now those same eyes stripped me bare.Caspian sat at the head like a carved funeral statue, his broad shoulders rigid, jaw set in stone. The dragon tattoo on his forearm seemed to coil tighter, as if ready to strike. Julian stood beside him, arms crossed so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. And Soren… my Soren, leaned against the thick oak pillar, arms folded, refusing to look at me at all. His usual warmth was gone. The boy who once laughed with me under starlit skies now looked like a stranger wearing his face.Julian unrolled the scroll. The parchment crackled loudly in the heavy silence.“Commander Vane’s blood was found under your nail

Last Updated : 2026-04-27

Chapter 2

Lyra’s POVThe frost burned down my throat like shattered ice. Soren’s hand stayed pressed over my mouth, forcing every drop of the Mercy Frost into me while my memories cracked and splintered.“You were nothing but a beautiful lie,” he whispered. His thumb brushed my lower lip with heartbreaking tenderness—the same touch that once traced my skin in the dark and made me feel safe. “A hollow shell, just like this.”I thrashed against the ropes, but the bindings only cut deeper. Blood trickled down my wrists. Soren didn’t flinch. He simply watched me swallow the poison with exhausted eyes.“No matter how you plead,” he said softly, voice dropping to that low, melodic tone that used to pull me apart with love and heat, “you’re going to forget every betrayal you made us swallow.”Tears blurred everything. I looked at them one last time, Caspian standing like a statue of my ruin, Julian watching with cold detachment, and Soren, the boy who once called me his Little Star, forcing the last d

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Chapter 3

Lyra’s POVI woke up gasping, lungs burning as if I were still falling. My hands flew to my chest, my ribs, my throat, searching for broken bones, wire cuts, bruises. There was nothing. Only smooth, warm skin and the soft press of linen sheets.I scrambled out of bed and stumbled to the mirror. The girl staring back was whole. Bright eyes. Healthy chestnut hair. Pink lips. Eighteen years old again.A sob tore from my throat as I sank to the floor. The last thing I remembered was the cliffs, the freezing river, and my desperate prayer: Great Mother, witness my wrong. Give me the strength to return.She had answered.Five years of pain—ropes, beatings, betrayal, and death—had been erased. But the memories remained. Every cruel word. Every touch that once meant love, turned into torture.I remembered Soren forcing the Mercy Frost past my lips while calling me his Little Star. Julian’s silver wire cutting into my wrists as he whispered how I had never been one of them. Caspian’s strap cr

Last Updated : 2026-05-18

Chapter 4

Lyra’s POVI was ten when the world lost its color.Alpha Julian was the man who became my father after he found me shivering in the Whispering Woods. I was five, but he didn’t see a stray orphan. He saw a daughter. He gave me a name, a home, and fierce, protective love that felt like armor against the entire world.Then the Great Northern Skirmish took him from me. I was ten. The light in our house dimmed forever.The triplets : Caspian, Silas, and Soren — were only sixteen back then, but they stepped up without hesitation. They called me their Little Star. They promised to protect me from every shadow. For years, they kept that promise. Caspian’s quiet strength made me feel safe. Silas’s steady presence grounded me. Soren’s warm laughter and playful affection made me feel truly alive.I loved them with every piece of my young heart. They weren’t just my guardians — they were my world. And for a while, I believed I was theirs too.Then came my eighteenth birthday… and Genevieve.She

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Chapter 5

Lyra’s POVGenevieve’s mask had cracked.She stood there in my room, expecting me to flinch, to cry, to give her the satisfaction she craved. But I simply leaned back against the headboard, met her eyes with calm curiosity, and asked the one question she wasn’t prepared for.“Why?”The word hung in the air. Genevieve froze mid-lean, her triumphant smile dying on her lips. For the first time, she looked genuinely unsettled.“Why do they care about you more than me?” I continued softly, voice light but cutting. “Is it because you’re their real family? Because you’re so kind and loving? Or because you truly believe you deserve everything you’ve stolen from me?”Her manicured nails dug into the edge of my desk until her knuckles turned white. Her perfect posture stiffened. The carefully crafted victim facade trembled.I pressed on. “Then why are you here in my room, trying so hard to convince me of it?”Genevieve’s sapphire eyes flashed with fury and something closer to fear. She opened h

Last Updated : 2026-05-18

All Chapters of Step uncles are my mates: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5