Switched Fate：The Alpha's Unwanted Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

*Harden, I Don't Need You*Harden’s POV:I sat behind my desk, staring at the phone in my hand. The screen was dark, but Elara’s number was already pulled up. It had been a week since I’d last seen her, a week since she slapped me and stormed out. I still felt the sting of that slap—not just on my cheek, but deep inside me. One part of me kept replaying my actions from our last meeting."Shit, what am I thinking..." I hissed at the memory of the exact words I had said to her. “Let’s have one night together.”My fist banged hard on the table, and I continued to question myself. Why did I say that?! As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I’m madly in love with Elara.Never had I thought that I’d be easily moved by any woman. But Elara had always been different. She had a way of crawling under my skin, making me want her every time. I’d tried to control her, to keep her close, but she slipped through my fingers, right into Arthur’s. That only made me want her more.Gerald Williams.He was

*Threat to Us*Third Person's POV:Harden pivoted in the room, the cool air doing little to calm the storm raging inside him. He had to find a way to meet with Arthur and probably convince him to drop Elara's father's case. Surely, Arthur wouldn't want to stain his reputation for a man like Gerald. If he heard about the things Gerald was involved in, he'd likely drop the case.The door creaked open, and Caitlin stepped in, staring at the pacing Harden with lazy eyes. He probably landed himself in some huge trouble, which was why he needed her, she thought. Caitlin made her way to the couch in the room, crashed on it, and flung her bag to the side."I told you I had so much to do and plan for the wedding. Why did you call me here?" she asked in a cold tone, which made Harden feel guilty and ashamed of himself. He was so stupid that he found it hard to handle the slightest problem. Harden knew that Caitlin loved him, and she was so innocent that he didn't need to involve her in his mess

Third Person's Pov:*We'll Figure Everything Out - 2*Once Arthur returned from the bathroom, the fresh, clean scent of his body wash and shampoo filled the room. His blonde hair was still damp, beads of water clinging to his skin as he dried his hair with a towel. The light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow on his skin, highlighting the strong lines of his arms and shoulders. As he moved, the muscles in his back flexed slightly.Elara, seated on the edge of the bed, clutching the clothes she had chosen for him, couldn’t help but stare, her eyes tracing the contours of his frame without realizing it. Her mind wandered, captivated by the simple yet intimate moment. She admired the way he moved so effortlessly, the way he carried himself with a pride and dominance that seemed to radiate from him. The warmth of the room mixed with the coolness of his presence, and she felt her cheeks flush at the thoughts running through her mind. She still couldn't believe this fine man, who looked

*A Struggle for Survival*Just when Arthur thought he would black out, his eyes snapped open, and his body trembled in agony. It felt like the Moon Goddess was giving him a second chance, urging him to do all he could to stay alive. He fought desperately to stay conscious.The pain from the open wound surged through him like waves, threatening to drown him. His vision blurred, the world around him spinning wildly as he struggled to keep himself awake.Black, abnormal blood seeped from the wound, and though he was vaguely aware of Tony’s desperate movements nearby, all he could focus on was the fire consuming his body from within.*Stay awake. For Elara. For the pack, and Family.* His mind repeated it over and over, a mantra to keep him grounded. Each breath was a battle, shallow and ragged, as if even the air resisted him. Arthur clenched his fists, a groan escaping him as he tried to force the pain down to his stomach.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath. “I can't... Thi

*Fading***Arthur's POV:**Everything hurts.There’s no other way to describe it. Every breath feels like fire, every movement sends shockwaves of agony through my body. The wound in my chest throbs, pulsing in rhythm with my slowing heartbeat. I can feel the blood leaving me, feel the life draining from my body with every passing second. I try to focus, to stay conscious, but the world around me keeps blurring and spinning.I can't lose this fight—not now, not after everything.But my body isn’t listening to me anymore. My limbs are heavy, too heavy to move, and I feel myself sinking deeper into the cold. My vision fades in and out, darkness creeping into the edges of my mind. I struggle to hold on, to keep myself tethered to reality, but it’s slipping away. Fast.“Arthur, stay with us.”The voice is distant, muffled, like it’s coming from far away. It’s Tony—I recognize his voice even in the haze. He sounds desperate, but I can barely make sense of his words. I want to answer him, t