Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tryst Of Fate: Caught Between The Alpha And Beta: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Brynlee His kiss leaves me breathless, my new collar warm against my throat, our mate bond humming between us. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are intense with more than just desire."Fuck, I love you, Lee-lee." He growls softly against my lips. The words stop my heart. Stop my breath. Stop everything except the surge of emotion that threatens to overwhelm me."What?" I whisper.His hand cups my face, thumb stroking my cheek. "I love you, Brynlee. Not just as my mate or my submissive. I love all of you - your strength, your surrender, your perfect balance of fierce and yielding."Tears blur my vision. After everything that's happened, after all the trauma and fear and healing, I never expected to find this, what we have together. "You don't have to say it back," he says softly. "I just needed you to know—""But I want to. Because I love you too." The words burst from my heart. "So much. I think I have since you first showed me that submission could be beautiful instead of frigh

RhettDawn paints my bedroom in soft gold, but I can't take my eyes off Brynlee. She's curled against me, my collar dark against her throat, skin marked with evidence of our claiming. The sheet barely covers her, having slipped down during the night to reveal the canvas of my possession - every bite, every bruise, every tender spot that proves she's mine.“Mine,” Kian growls with satisfaction. “Claimed. Marked. Ours.”My wolf replays every moment of last night: her first gasp when I touched her, the way she trembled trying to stay still under my hands, how perfectly she followed each command. The memory of her head thrown back, throat bared, begging so beautifully for more makes Kian push against my control.The marks tell our story - the bite on her shoulder from when she first surrendered completely, crying out my name as she submitted. The bruises on her hips where I held her still while she pleaded for release. The tender spots along her inner thighs that earned the most exquisite

Brynlee It takes everything in me not to lean into Rhett's touch when he reaches for me at breakfast. Instead, I force myself to flinch away, hating how his scent spikes with controlled aggression - even knowing it's an act."Don't," I say, letting my voice shake just enough. "Please. I just-, I need space."His hand drops, but not before I catch the subtle brush of his fingers against my collar - a private reminder of what's real. Of what lies beneath this performance."You're wearing my collar," he says, loud enough to carry to the curious pack members pretending not to watch. "My claim."I touch the collar, letting them see uncertainty instead of the comfort it truly brings. "Maybe that's the problem."The whispers start immediately. I catch fragments - "too soon," "traumatized," "rejecting the bond" - exactly what we want them to hear. What we want Tracy to hear when her spies inevitably report back.Rhett growls, playing his part perfectly. "We'll discuss this later.""There's no

Rhett "I can't do this anymore!"Brynlee's voice carries across the pack grounds, perfectly pitched to convey desperation. She's standing just where we planned, moonlight catching the tears on her cheeks."You don't have a choice," I growl, playing my part. "You're mine.""No!" She backs away, one hand going to my collar. "I'm not yours. I'm not anyone's. And I won't let you control me anymore."The gathered pack members shift uncomfortably. In the trees, I catch multiple scents - Tracy's spies, spelled wolves, others waiting to report back. Perfect."Don't." My voice drops dangerously as her fingers touch the collar's clasp. Everything in me rebels at what comes next, but we've planned this.The sound of the collar hitting the ground echoes in the sudden silence.My roar of rage is only partly acting. Even knowing this is planned, seeing her remove my collar makes Kian nearly uncontrollable."You'll regret this," I snarl, advancing on her. Right on cue, pack members move to intervene

Rhett The pack house buzzes with activity as one of the elders works with other witches to break the spells on affected pack members. Grace moves between them, checking for injuries, while warriors secure Xander and Tracy in spelled cells deep underground.But all I can focus on is Brynlee."You need to be checked," I murmur against her hair. We haven't broken contact since the fight ended, my hand resting possessively on her nape."I'm fine," she starts to protest, but stops at my growl."Grace. Now." I let dominance color my tone, watching her melt into the command."Yes, Sir."Heads turn as we cross the great hall - not with the previous worry or pity, but with new respect. My collar sits proud at her throat, her submission now obvious and willing. No more pretense. No more hiding."The baby's fine," Grace announces after examining her. "Actually, it's more than fine. The energy is stronger, more stable." She looks between us. "Whatever happened during the fight seems to have stren