บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Fated Mates: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Reid hated Nira with every fiber of his being and now even more so. As he tore through the woods in his wolf form, his fur became longer than usual, and the wind carried a lousy odor right into his susceptible nose, which he knew was emitting from him. The stench of being a rogue, he could smell it already, and any werewolf who came close to him would be able to smell it, too. The wound Denzel had left him on his face would not be healing anytime soon because an alpha did it. He kept feeling like Denzel was right behind him. Knowing better, he was doomed to have that scar for life. It seemed like the banishment was just a show-off, and the actual punishment, which he believed was death, was yet to be delivered. Since his intentions were still what they were, only intents, Denzel couldn't have been able to kill him. Technically, he had yet to commit any crime, so being kicked out was what the law would permit Denzel to do. Unfortunately, the elders didn't have this privilege, so Denzel

Denzel got home to find Nira cladded in her nightwear. She hugged him tightly and kissed him all over his face, knowing how difficult the whole day must've been for him.He shuddered under her embrace as she whispered her famous five words, "It's going to be okay."When Denzel had woken up that morning, he never would've guessed that he would learn of this most trusted friend's betrayal, and neither would he have seen that the day would end with their friendship. They pulled out of the hug, and Denzel flopped onto a sofa."I went after him," Denzel blurted out. "Though, I hesitated for some time. I guess some part of me wanted him to escape.""Aww, you've always had a huge heart." Nira sat next to him, taking his hands into hers. "Don't regret your actions tonight. You made the right call at every point. If Denzel is foolish enough to come back, I'm pretty sure you would be able to defeat him. And then you won't feel bad about killing him because you gave him a chance."Denzel's lips

"Hurt?" Denzel asked, his eyebrows furrowed. He adjusted on the seat, and Nira approached the couch to sit by him. Nira put her arms around him and stared longingly into his eyes."Yes, Denzel, hurt," she repeated. "I fear for her safety."Witches and werewolves had quite an exciting relationship. While they were not exactly the best friends or comrades-in-arms, they relied on each other sometimes. Witches understood the earth, every essence of the fabric that held it together, and so could manipulate it, bend it to their will; Werewolves looked up to the moon, used the lunar energy to charge themselves up, and significantly increased their strengths. But they each had weaknesses, and the need arose sometimes to seek the other's help. So when Ezrianna showed up on their doorstep, needing a place to stay and protection, Denzel knew what she was immediately and, by his lupine nature, felt a need to render help as he could. He assigned a cabin that was within the boundaries of thei

Denzel stopped in his tracks. He and Ezrianna exchanged curious looks. The knock came again. This time, it sounded persistent."Who's there?" Ezrianna said.Denzel did not wait for an answer. He opened the door, determined to face whatever or whoever lay ahead as he did. Standing in front of him with a nervous look on his face was Ronald. He must've masked his scent, so Denzel didn't pick it up instantly. While other werewolves gained popularity by being loud, brash, and overbearing, Ronald was more famous for being restrained and thoughtful. When he gave commands, it was with a particular kindness that endeared him to everybody. When Denzel saw him standing by the door, the fear that had begun to build up in his heart dissipated."Ahh, Ronald, it's just you," he said, taking a deep breath. "Relax, Ezrianna, it's only Ronald."Ezrianna approached the door, and she and Ronald exchanged knowing smiles."Hi there, Ronnie," she said to him, winking."Hi, Ezrianna," he replied.Denzel

Beneath the canopy of ancient oaks, the meeting grounds lay bathed in the silvery glow of the moon at its peak. Shafts of light pierced through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. A crackling bonfire at the heart of the clearing sent sparks spiraling into the night.Amidst the hush of the woods, the haunting howls of distant wolves mingled with the soft murmurs of the gathered pack. The air was filled with anticipation.As Ronald stepped forward, his every footfall seemed to echo through the woods. His gaze met Denzel's with a determined glint, a silent plea for recognition."Alpha," Ronald's voice rang out, clear and unwavering."You know better than to interrupt these meetings. What do you want, Ron?" Denzel asked."Alpha, I stand before you, offering my loyalty and strength. I believe I am worthy of the beta position. Grant me this chance, and I shall serve you with unwavering devotion."Denzel's eyes swept over the pack members, searching for any hint of disap