Fated Soul - Fated Light のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

DANTE “I have no idea what you are even talking about. How dare you come in and throw accusations my way!” Solana fumed, attempting to hide any sense of guilt that would destroy her. The bitch was delusional if she thought I would not pull the truth from her one way or another. She better hope and fucking pray that I did not find out that she had a direct hand in Ziyah’s imprisonment because her life would be filled with more agony and terror than she ever thought possible. Ziyah’s emotions were bouncing around before they settled on determination. There was an edge of darkness in there that really made me fucking curious. “You’re right,” Ziyah said calmly. Solana’s shoulders relaxed with those two words, but she obviously did not know her sister because I could tell even without the bond that she was the cat playing with the mouse. Solana was her prey, and I could not wait for her to strike. “Throwing accusations is childish. So, let’s just find out the truth and do a mind dive.

ZIYAH Breakfast went really well. Everyone got along, and thankfully Grandmother Ayla kept herself contained for the most part. I had warned her that shifters were not as sexually open as Fae were. Dante, however, was a fucking traitor when he called her out on being reserved. Then she told him about my warning. They were both fucking traitors. Suffice it to say that she was a hit. Everyone loved them some Granny. It was great to see everyone was like this because it gave me a glimpse of the future. A future where our families were just one family. I could tell that Dante had the same thought too. My family even brought Byron into the conversation, and my heart warmed so much at that. I could tell that it meant everything to my mates as well. Mates and bonded were essentially the same concept, so both Dante and Byron were now their in-laws just like I was now the in-law to Dante’s family. “Hey, I have something in the suite for my mother. I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing Dante’

DANTE My arms were wrapped around my mate all night. It took forever for me to succumb to sleep because my body and mind were still on edge over what happened to her. Images of what she looked like when I found her were all I saw when I closed my eyes. Bloodied face, broken nose, and torn dress… My mate went through so much in her life. It was entirely unfair. I felt like a failure for this happening under my nose. Yet, she did not blame me at all. That was one saving grace at least and gave me hope that we would be able to find our way past this in time. I was not looking forward to taking her to the cells where the fucker would be. He dared to lay his hands on my mate, hurt her, broke her bones, touched her body in a way that was meant only for me, and had every intention of taking it further. Last night, I reached out to Elle and let her know that Ziyah had requested that to be with me when he was interrogated. I was not certain if my mate would want her there, but it did seem

ZIYAH I had stayed composed on the outside while I was dealing with the bastard, but I was anything but composed on the inside. He reminded me about what it was like underneath Toris’ thumb. It would be great if I could just forget all about that part of my life, but that was not possible. Knowing that he planted explosives around the pack made me murderous. I would be damned if I let anything happen to this pack if I could prevent it. There was no telling if I could, but I knew where I could go for answers, and she would tell me one way or another. Dante did not want to let me out of his sight, but he had to work on the bastard while I worked on the bitch. He did relent once Elle offered to go with me. Nate also accompanied us. “I need you both to stand outside the cell. The door can be open, but my power could harm you if I lose control. Marcia’s mind will be even more fortified than his,” I told them before we got to her cell. They both looked hesitant but agreed once I reminde

ZIYAH Guilt threatened to drown me as Dante and I were getting ready to search out the explosives because my involvement caused her to bind it only to me, resting the fate of the pack on me. This would have been a much easier mission if anyone could touch and disarm them. Disarming them was an entirely different affair. She was a fucking clever bitchy witchy and made sure that only he knew how to do it. That was a great ploy on her part because she knew that he would not last against anyone. Therefore, by the time that his mind was fried, the answer went up in smoke. The bitch was a master manipulator. It made me wonder what else she had manipulated while being in this pack. Was anyone or anything safe? Dante had put out a pack-wide mindlink about going to the packhouse auditorium. That was the only place big enough for the entire pack. Our warriors were tasked with keeping everyone in the auditorium under the guise of a security breech. A couple of my family stayed behind. Dante’