Between Hate and Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

It’s been two hours since we landed in Russia, and Katya hasn’t stopped talking since we got off the plane. Not that I mind—it’s actually kind of nice to hear her voice instead of the silence we’ve been sharing most of the time—but it’s starting to wear on me. She’s been going on about her family, her mother, and some cottage in the Visokaya mountains that was left for her. A place she hasn’t seen in years.“...so I think we could head there today,” Katya’s saying as we walk towards our rental car. “The cottage isn’t far, maybe a few hours’ drive. It’s small, but it’ll be perfect for starting fresh. I can’t believe it’s still in the family, considering my mother and I... well, we don’t talk anymore.”She pauses, glancing up at me, probably expecting some kind of response. I nod, forcing a smile. “Sounds like a good place to start over.”I’m half-listening, mostly because my mind keeps wandering. The cold air, the familiar scent of the trees, the earth, the way the sky stretches over

The small town is quiet, nestled in the valley just a short drive from the cottage. It’s charming, with narrow streets, colourful storefronts, and locals who seem to know everyone. As we step out of the car, I feel a little out of place. I’ve been in here before, but it’s been so long, and this town feels like it belongs to another time—far removed from everything I’ve known in the past few years.Ruslan, on the other hand, seems completely at ease. He strides confidently down the street, his broad shoulders and rugged appearance standing out, but not in a way that makes anyone wary. Quite the opposite. The locals seem to gravitate toward him, nodding in greeting or offering a quick word as we pass by.I try to keep up, feeling like a ghost as Ruslan does all the talking. His Russian flows effortlessly, a deep drawl that makes my ears perk up every time he speaks. It’s the first time I’ve heard him really speak his mother tongue, and there’s something about it that sends a warm shive

I wake up with a start, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. Sweat clings to my skin, my breath coming in shallow gasps. For a moment, I’m convinced something’s wrong, that something’s about to happen. The air feels thick, heavy with fear, and it takes me a second to realise... it’s not mine.It’s not my fear I’m feeling.Just as I come to that realisation, I hear it—a soft, almost broken whimper coming from down the hall. Ruslan.Without thinking, I throw the blankets off and rush toward his room. The door is already cracked open, and as I push it wider, my stomach drops.Ruslan is in the middle of a night terror, his massive body thrashing under the sheets, sweat drenching his bare chest. His fists are clenched tightly, the muscles in his neck bulging from the strain, and his face is twisted in a mask of agony. He’s muttering under his breath, his words barely audible, but I can hear enough to know he’s trapped in some nightmare.“Ruslan,” I call softly, stepping clo

I walk along the perimeter of the cabin, the crisp mountain air filling my lungs. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees is comforting, though my mind is anything but calm. My boots crunch against the fallen leaves and twigs, the earth solid beneath me, but everything else feels unsteady.How did I end up here?Exiled, pregnant, with the only person I can trust being the man I thought took everything from me. It’s surreal, really. Not long ago, I hated Ruslan. I thought he was nothing but a killer, a rogue who destroyed my world. Now, I’m walking around this remote cabin with him—no pack, no home, just... him. And yet, I don’t feel the fear or anger I once did.It’s strange. I trusted Andrei once. He was my husband, the Alpha. I thought I knew him, believed he was the man I was meant to spend my life with. But after everything I’ve learned, after seeing the truth of what he did, I wonder if I ever really knew him at all. How could I have been so blind?My thoughts wander b

I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing from the kiss. It’s been hours, but I can’t get it out of my head. Every part of me wants him—wants my mate. The bond pulls at me, tightening with each breath I take, and it’s not just because of the connection that ties us together. I’ve fallen for him. Somewhere between the fighting, the fear, and the quiet moments, I’ve fallen for Ruslan.But the fear keeps creeping in. What if I’m wrong? What if this bond is playing tricks on me, making me see something that’s not there? I roll onto my side, my body twisting in the sheets as my mind refuses to shut off. I’ve spent so long convincing myself that I hated him, that he was the reason everything fell apart, and now... now I’m realising I might have been wrong all along.I think about Andrei. About the child I’m carrying. And it’s like a punch to the gut. How could Ruslan accept me? How could he accept us? The child isn’t his—it’s Andrei’s. The same man who tortured him, took