ログインBound by Fate, Torn by Love Albert is a teenage omega who wears his heart too openly and it costs him everything. When he falls for Edward, his mysterious and much older alpha professor, rejection becomes a cruel lesson. But nothing shatters Albert more than finding Edward kissing his own brother. Heartbroken, Albert runs, straight into the arms of Emon, a kind human who offers him peace, healing, and something like love. For a while, it's enough. Until Edward comes back. Now, Albert discovers a devastating truth: he and Edward are fated mates, bound by an unbreakable bond. But Emon refuses to lose Albert without a fight, even if it means turning to dark magic. Love, loyalty, and destiny collide in this emotional tale of forbidden bonds, shattered hearts, and the painful path to finding where you truly belong. In the end, only one man can win Albert's heart, but will it be love or magic that decides?
もっと見るEdwardFive years.Sometimes I wake before dawn and it still feels unreal, like if I blink too long, the forest will take it all back. The quiet. The warmth. The steady pulse of life around me that no longer feels borrowed.I lie there now, listening.Still Waters breathes differently these days. The land hums instead of groans. The trees no longer recoil from my presence, they lean in, roots settling deeper as if reassured. Even my wolf rests easier, no longer pacing the edges of my mind like a creature waiting for the next blow.These past five years havebenea blessing I never foresaw after Athena died. But Albert, Cess, Apollo and Theo have done that.I turn my head.Albert is awake.He always wakes before me now, as if his soul is permanently tuned to the world’s shifting rhythms. Since he became a fully fleneced engineer, he has more to do than all of is.He’s sitting against the headboard, loose robe falling off one shoulder, eyes unfocused but alert, listening to something I ca
AlbertA year later, I still woke up tired and I wished that the night was longer so that I could sleep more.This was not the bone-deep exhaustion of fear or grief or magic tearing me apart, but the quiet, ordinary kind that came from chasing two toddlers down marble corridors before sunrise and for a whole day.“Al,” Edward called gently from the doorway, amusement threading his voice. “They’ve escaped again and I swear I can't put up with them anymore. Cess is always able to handle them but he went to town for the cake.”I laughed despite myself, breathless as I crouched and scooped our son into my arms before he could toddle straight into the council chamber like he always does when unwatched. His brother followed his lead with identical determination, his dark curls bouncing as he ran, Edward’s eyes, my stubbornness.“They are plotting,” I said solemnly.“They always do and their tacit understanding is amazing," he said as he crossed the room and took our son from me, pressing a
AlbertA month later…The hall was silent when they brought him in.Not the expectant silence of a crowd waiting to be entertained, but the heavy, suffocating stillness of judgment. The kind that presses against your chest and forces you to breathe carefully, as though even the air itself is listening.Aiden Hughes, my big brother, walked between two guards, his wrists bound in silver cuffs, his head held high in defiance. He looked thinner than I remembered, sharper around the eyes, the arrogance stripped raw into something desperate and feral. But he did not look remorseful.That hurt more than I expected. He should have showed remorse at least and for our parents, I would have saved him.I stood beside Edward at the front of the hall, my hand resting unconsciously over my stomach where Aiden had ripped my babies out of me.The babies lying in the cot stirred faintly, a reminder of what had almost been taken from me. Edward’s presence was solid at my side, steady and protective, but
AlbertThe forest knows me now.It opens when I step forward, branches bending, roots sinking deeper into the soil as if bowing. The air hums with restrained power, thick with magic that does not belong to any witch or fae alone anymore.It belongs to me. I am the god of reckoning who's going to give Bibi Kamwe her dose of the medicine she served me back.Edward moves behind me, silent as a shadow, our first child cradled against his chest. The baby sleeps, blissfully unaware of how close death once hovered over all of us. Edward’s presence is steady, not whole yet, not as strong as he once was, but enough. More than enough.I feel the second child before I see them. It begins as a pulse, a cry that doesn’t reach the ears but splits the soul. My hand tightens.“She’s close,” I murmur.Edward nods. “I’ll stay back. I don't want to hond you back,” he says.I glance over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. There is no fear there, only trust. Absolute, unshaken trust. I smile at him and touch
Albert stood in place and then let go of Edward's hand that he had been holding.“You… you… how…?” Adrian tried speaking but no words could come out and Albert just stood there looking at his brother. His face was so calm that it was giving Adrian jitters.Not able to withstand the pressure anymore
Bibi Kamwe’s footsteps were silent over the cracked pavement, the soft crunch of debris beneath her boots drowned by the distant hum of the forest they had left behind. She had buried Albert and made sure to cast several wards so that no one would ever find his grave.In her arms, she carried a sma
AlbertI woke to silence so complete that it felt like sound had been stripped from the world.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. The forest breathed around me, no, with me, and I felt it the way one feels their own pulse. Slow. Deep. Ancient.My body lay on a bed of crushed leaves
EdwardThe bond did not fade gently. It snapped.Not cleanly, such things are never clean, but like sinew torn from bone, like something alive screaming as it was wrenched apart. I staggered mid-step and gasped as I held my chest.Air left my lungs in a violent ush, my knees buckling as if the eart






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