All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Stepbrothers: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

ARIELI gripped the mandrake root tighter in my hands as I made my way back to the vampires’ hideout. The night air was thick with tension, the wind whispering through the trees like a warning I didn’t want to hear. Every step felt heavier, my heartbeat a steady drum against my ribs.Sierra’s words echoed in my mind, refusing to fade."Why would the vampires need a root that breaks curses?""Maybe they’re cursed.""Would they even tell you?"I shook my head, trying to push her voice away. She was wrong. She had to be. The vampires had taken me in when no one else would. They had given me answers when I was lost. They wouldn’t lie to me… would they?My conversation with Sierra played over and over in my mind, her words gnawing at my thoughts. "Ariel, think about it. Why would the vampires need a root that breaks curses?" Sierra asked, her voice filled with something I couldn't quite place, concern, desperation, maybe even guilt.I folded my arms, shifting my weight from one foot to t

ASTRIDCelia crossed her arms, watching the entrance where Ariel had just disappeared. “It’s clear we can’t control her.”I sighed, the weight of her words pressing down on me. “Then we’ll have to do the same thing we did to her grandmother. Tie her life to one of us.”A murmur of unease swept through the group. The vampires shifted where they stood, exchanging wary glances, but no one spoke. Their silence said enough. None of them wanted to be the one to do it.Celia narrowed her eyes at me. “And who exactly do you suggest, Astrid? Because I don’t see anyone volunteering.”I turned my gaze over the group, searching for any hint of willingness. Nothing. Not a single one of them met my eyes.“I’m not sacrificing myself for her,” one of the younger ones muttered.Another scoffed. “We barely know her. Why should one of us be bound to her life?”“She’s too powerful,” a voice added from the shadows. “Even if we tie her to one of us, what guarantees she won’t turn against us?”I clenched my

SIERRAI rubbed my temples, frustration and exhaustion clawing at me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t tap into the power they expected from me. I felt useless. Weak. And I hated it.“I just need some air,” I muttered, pushing past the boys before they could stop me. I didn’t wait for their response, I just walked. The cool breeze kissed my skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil in my chest. My feet carried me further from the cabin, into the dense trees where the world felt quieter.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, sinking onto the damp forest floor. If there was any chance of connecting to the Moon Goddess, I had to try.Clearing my mind, I focused on my breathing, letting everything else fade. And then, like a ripple through my soul, I felt it, a shift, a pull. The world around me disappeared, and I was somewhere else.The air shimmered with silver light, the scent of moonflowers filling my lungs. And there she stood, radiant and calm, her eyes glowing like twi

SIERRAMy breath came in sharp, shallow gasps as I stared at Ariel, my mind scrambling to make sense of what I was seeing."How…how are you here?" My voice wavered. "And how can you shapeshift?"Ariel smiled, tilting her head slightly as if amused by my reaction. “I’m trying out new things with my powers. You know, expanding my abilities.” She took a slow, measured step forward, her gaze flickering to my arm. “But the real question is… why aren’t you healing?”I swallowed hard. I didn’t know. My wounds always closed within minutes, yet the burn on my arm still stung, the raw skin pulsing with pain. I could still feel the heat radiating from it, the sharp ache making it hard to focus. This wasn’t normal. My body should have already started repairing itself. But it hadn’t.I didn’t answer.Ariel let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Oh, Sierra,” she said, shaking her head, “you’re getting weaker.”I clenched my fists, trying to push back the rising panic. “What did you do to me?” My voice ca

ASTRID Blood scented the air, thick and intoxicating. The sounds of flesh tearing and bones snapping echoed through the trees as my vampires feasted. Their low growls rumbled in satisfaction, eyes gleaming in the moonlight as they drank deeply from their prey. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching. Some had taken down deer, others wolves. One particularly bold vampire had pinned a mountain lion beneath him, sinking his fangs into its throat as its struggles grew weaker. The night was filled with the wet, sickening sounds of feeding, slurps, gulps, the occasional crunch of bone splitting under force. Blood dripped from their lips, staining their fingers as they devoured every last drop. They were creatures of hunger, of instinct. They didn’t just drink, they indulged, savoring every mouthful, letting the warmth spread through their veins. A few licked their fingers clean, satisfied. Others were still crouched over their kills, pulling at what little was left. I stood a