All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

SIERRAThe voice came softly at first, a faint whisper threading through the edges of my sleep.“Sierra…”I stirred but kept my eyes shut. It wasn’t real—I was dreaming. That’s what I told myself. But then it came again, louder, more insistent.“Sierra, come…”My eyes shot open. The room was still and dark, the boys sleeping soundly nearby. I tried to shake off the lingering haze of sleep, but the voice came again, so clear it was as though someone was standing right next to me.“Sierra, follow me.”My heart raced, and I sat up, glancing around. There was no one in the room. It didn’t make sense.“Sierra…”It was coming from outside. I stood, barely realizing my legs were moving. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. The voice pulled me, invisible strings tugging me forward.I stepped out into the cool night air, the forest looming ahead like a wall of shadows.“Sierra… this way.”I followed.The forest was quiet, unnervingly so. No rustling leaves, no chi

ZANEThe rhythmic clang of pickaxes echoed off the walls of the cursed cave, each strike sending a jolt up my arms. My brothers and I were determined, yet the harder we worked, the more impossible it seemed.“This is insane,” Dane muttered, leaning on his pickaxe, sweat dripping from his brow. “The cave… it’s not shrinking. It’s growing.”“Keep going,” I barked, my voice edged with frustration. “We’re not stopping until this thing comes down.”The werewolves watching from the shadows muttered amongst themselves, their unease palpable. One of them, an older wolf named Garret, stepped forward, his face lined with disapproval.“Zane, this is madness,” he growled. “Caves like these… they’re not natural. They’re protected by something we don’t understand. You’re inviting disaster.”I spun to face him, my chest heaving. “You think I care about some stupid superstitions? If you’re too scared to help, fine. But don’t stand there and tell me what I can or can’t do.”Garret held my gaze, his ja

SIERRAThe air in the cave grew heavier as the invisible laughter surrounded me, wrapping around my chest like chains. My heart thundered in my ears, a drumbeat of defiance. I’ve never been one to take threats lightly, and I wasn’t about to start now. Anger surged through me, hot and wild, fueling the fire inside me. Without a second thought, I let it loose.Flames erupted, spilling from my fingertips and racing up the walls of the cave. The entire space lit up with fire, a brilliant and furious blaze that should have reduced everything to ash. The heat was palpable, searing, and blindingly intense—but it didn’t burn. It didn’t scorch the stone walls, didn’t blacken the ground beneath me. It simply danced, twisting and flickering like it was mocking me. Every ounce of my power, every drop of my rage, and all of my fear poured into that fire, and yet it was useless here.The realization hit like a punch to the gut, but I refused to let it show. My teeth clenched, and I stood my ground,

SIERRAI shifted back into my human form, my breath coming in ragged gasps, every nerve in my body screaming for release. The moment my bare feet hit the cold cave floor, I glared into the shadows where the pale figures lingered.“If you don’t let me out of here right now, I’ll kill you all,” I snarled, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me.For a moment, the nightwalkers hesitated, their hollow, dark eyes widening as if my threat had landed harder than expected. Their fear was palpable, a ripple of unease spreading through their pale ranks. But then, one of them stepped forward, a woman with tangled hair that framed a face etched with centuries of suffering.“You don’t understand,” she said, her voice soft yet filled with despair. “If we could let you out, wouldn’t we leave ourselves?”Her words hung in the air, sharp and bitter. My anger wavered, frustration crashing in its place.“What do you mean you can’t leave?” I demanded, stepping closer. “You’re the ones who called me h

ZANE"What in the blazes are you talking about?" I scoffed, disbelief coloring my voice. "Cursed the Nightwalkers? You've gone completely bonkers."The three werewolves, their faces etched with ancient sorrow, exchanged a look. "We know it sounds insane, but it's true," the eldest rasped."Centuries ago, you came. Three Lycan brothers, with powers beyond comprehension. And we… you cursed us."I stared at them, dumbfounded. "Cursed you? How? Why?"He gestured towards a worn leather-bound book lying open on the table. "Look."Hesitantly, I approached and peered at the faded photographs within. My breath hitched in my throat. Those weren't just ordinary pictures. They were glimpses into the past, depicting events that had long been forgotten. And there, staring back at me, were faces I knew intimately – my own, Kane's, and Dane's, though impossibly young, their eyes filled with a strange, almost manic intensity."This… this can't be right," I stammered, my mind reeling. "How… how could w