บททั้งหมดของ Fated Fairy Tales: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Rhea’s POV The gates were just being closed when I got to them. The men closing the gates frowned at me as I squeezed through. But they didn’t stop me. My reputation precedes me, I guess. I heard the metal bars clunking and the chains rattling as they were being secured. I looked around and saw Benson taking orders from one of the Wolf Princes, so I rushed to his side. Slipping my hand into his, “What are you doing here?” He asked with a sound of panic in his voice. He looked over at the closed gates and went pale. “Frederick said you may need some support,” I responded sweetly. “Rhea. We have got this. You need to get back inside where it’s safe.” He said as he dragged me by the hand. But I pulled away from him. “The safest place on this earth is next to my brother,” I told him. He looks at me and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Just like our dad does. “Your wolf isn’t strong enough to fight, and you will burn the wolves if they are in front of you. T

Evangeline’s POV The excruciating pain takes my breath away. As I clutch my chest, “Ana” is all I can say. This is Anabelle’s pain. I can’t do anything to help her. I can’t lift my head, never mind get to my feet. Kristopher kicks me as he thrashes around uncontrollably. After what feels like an eternity, the sharp intensity of the pain reduces. The only healer I know is right next to me, so I know what that means. Anabelle’s body is shutting down as she dies. Getting on all fours, I try to get to my feet. But I slipped and had to hold on to the countertop for support. Something plastic crunches under my hand. “You need to save Anabelle,” I yell at Kristopher, who is still lying on the ground. He gets to his feet a lot easier than I did, but he continues to hold his chest. As I let go of the counter, the plastic tray I am crushing falls flat, and a syringe rolls into the center of the tray. I hesitate, and Kristopher grabs my arm, trying to pull me along. I grab the syringe, know

Jo’s POV “Argh!” I could hear a man shouting. I attempt to open my eyes to see who is yelling and what they are yelling about, but my eyelids refuse to move. “Jupiter,” I called to my wolf. But she didn’t respond, which is unlike her. She has never been unreachable since she arrived on my 18th birthday. “Jupiter,” I called again. Thankfully, this time when I call her, she snorts at me. “Jupiter, what’s going on? Why didn’t you answer me? Why can’t I move?” I asked. But she doesn’t respond. Maybe she can’t? I thought to myself. My brain goes into overdrive thinking about what could subdue my Alpha wolf. I heard voices around me. But I can’t process what they’re saying. Open your eyes, Jo. Move your hand. Do something, don’t just lie here all pathetic and useless. I scold myself. But my body doesn’t move. The only change I notice is that my sense of smell gets better, and the smell of blood fills my nostrils. This causes me to panic, but there is nothing I can do. Not in this vege

Merida’s POV With everything going on here and worrying about my Ma back home. I needed to blow off some steam. With my new bow and a couple of quills, I went for some target practice. I know it’s old, a lot older than I am. But this bow feels like it was custom-made for me. It’s the perfect height and weight for me. The wood is sturdy but also bendable, and the string fires my arrows faster than any other material I’ve used. It is a work of art. When Rhea suggested lighting my arrows, I couldn’t believe it. “Best day ever,” I whispered, causing her to snicker. “Wolf hearing,” she responded. I was having a great time until Frederick had to spoil my fun by telling me not to waste my arrows and sending Rhea to be with her brother. Benson is alright, but I still haven’t forgiven him or Ellie for what they did to me. Just as I was aiming to shoot an arrow at a tree, the wall of Beta Academy exploded. While dodging the flying debris, I got hit on the head. A flying piece of debris. Th

Jo’s POV “Haven’t you slept for long enough?” Jupiter asks. It’s good to hear her voice even if she is complaining. “A few more minutes,” I pleaded as I stretched my limbs, hitting someone in the process. My eyes flew open, fearing who it could be. I turned my head to the side to see a face I had not seen in a very long time. “Gosh, you’ve aged badly,” I told Nathan as I rolled on my side and stroked his face. “I’ve aged fine. Thank you very much, Joanna. It’s the trouble you’ve brought to my doorstep that’s aged me. I think I’ve aged a decade since finding out you were here.” He retorts. “Are you saying I shouldn’t have come back when I had nowhere else to go?” He pulls me close to him. “You should never have left. You owe me an explanation.” He says adamantly. Seeing the pain on his face makes me think I may have made a bad decision back then. But I made it based on Nathan having a life full of happiness with his mate. I made the hard sacrifice, so he didn’t have to. I love him