บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Fated Mates: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Moss, Keeran, and Reid swiftly retreated, vanishing into the darkness engulfing the forest once more as the moon crept underneath the shroud of gray clouds. Meanwhile, Denzel's previously bleeding neck revealed the remarkable regenerative abilities of werewolves. Consumed by heartbreak, he held himself responsible for all that had transpired, especially his powerlessness during the battle when the witch subdued him to the floor.Cordelia had bravely protected Nira in the intense battle, shielding her from the onslaught of attacks launched at them. Even when she had gotten shot with a wolfsbane bullet she had kept on fighting, enduring the pain. As their adversaries retreated, she finally succumbed, collapsing onto the forest floor. The insidious effects of the wolfsbane thwarted her natural healing, and Nira, overwhelmed with worry, knelt by her side, tears streaming down her face."I'm so sorry I put you in this mess," Nira said, her voice choking with emotion. "The witch was blockin

The air in the warehouse was taut with tension, apprehension palpable in the disposition of all present. Reid — flustered and frustrated — paced the floors of the warehouse, from wall to wall, his head tossed upwards, as if he was imploring some deity. Moss and Keeran, both still exhausted from the rigors of battle, sat on the ground, their backs against the wall. Other wolves sat on the ground, too, in various stages of injuries, nursing their wounds."Fuck!" Reid suddenly let out, punching the wall, his fist cracking going through it, mortar and dust sprinkling to the ground.The noise from his punch gave everyone a start, and they fixed their eyes on him."We had everything planned out," he said again, his breath shallow. "Every single damn thing, and now this."Keeran got on his feet, padded over to where Reid stood leaning against the wall and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezed gently."Be calm, Alpha. We did our best," he said. "There's no need to have regrets. We can always

Several days had passed since the Blackmoon pack faced the brutal attack from the Bluefur pack, and while a semblance of normalcy crept back in, the weight of that fateful night clung to Denzel's every breath. He secluded himself in his room, neither eating nor emerging. Even Nira, with all her influence, couldn't sway him. Respecting his solitude, she turned her attention to aiding Ronald and Cordelia in the daunting task of leading the pack in the alpha's absence. Though not their Luna, they obeyed her nonetheless."Terry, hands off," Nira warned Terry, halting his attempt to sneak away with a piece of meat.Terry, a handsome guy, dropped the pilfered meat. "I'm starving," he protested."When are you not hungry, Terry?" Nira retorted, rolling her eyes."Seriously, Terry, your appetite is relentless," Ronald chimed in, playfully smacking Terry's stomach as he made his way to the mini bar."Are you guys calling me a glutton?" Terry asked, a mock offense in his tone."Worse," Cordelia

Ariella was in disbelief—Denzel was mated to Claudine. "No, this can't be," she exclaimed. "Claudine cannot be Alpha Denzel's mate; it's impossible.""Why?" Denzel asked."Because I'm superior to her.""And if you are?""Then, logically, I should be your mate. She's not worthy of you."“The moon goddess knows best,” Denzel said, his brows furrowing.“Claudine, tell him you refuse him,” Ariella turned to Claudine. “Tell him right now!”“What? I can't do that,” Claudine said, looking bewildered. “I can't refuse my mate.”“Claudine, you selfish... Tell him now that you are unworthy to be his mate.”Choosing not to respond, Claudine shifted her gaze away from Ariella. Ariella lunged at her, but Denzel caught her and slammed her to the ground, his eyes flaring red."Ariella, enough," Denzel commanded firmly. "Mating isn't about dominance; it's a connection that surpasses our werewolf understanding. Respect that.”“Alpha Denzel,” Ariella's father said, approaching cautiously. Ariella's moth

As the heavy cell's door clanged shut, Claudine’s heart pounded in her chest. A surge of adrenaline courses through her veins fueled her movement. She lunged toward the bars, hands gripping tightly as she pleaded with her adopted family, their fading figures tugging at her heartstrings.“Please, Ariella, Mr. Zayender, Mrs. Janey! Don't leave,” she implored, tears welling in her eyes. “Wait, I'll behave, I promise. Forgive me. Ariella, you can have Denzel.”“Keep quiet,” a gruff voice said, striking her fingers with a baton until she recoiled, nursing the stinging pain.“I don't deserve this,” Claudine murmured, sinking to the cold floor.“None of us do,” a voice, rough with weariness, replied, causing her to scramble away until she reached the center of her cell.Gradually, she became aware that she wasn't alone. In the dim prison cell, she noticed rows of other cells, each housing solitary figures, with nothing but prison bars dividing them.“Who's there?” Claudine called out, squint