All Chapters of FATED TO UNWANTED MATE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Berrilyl's POV I hated myself. There was no other way to put it. I felt deep frustration mixed with self-loathing, hard to shake off. I had failed. I had failed at escaping, and the weight of that failure sat heavily on my chest. I had been so close, so close to getting away from everything that had held me captive for so long. But in that critical moment, I hesitated. I had lost my chance, and now I was trapped once again. The guilt was suffocating. It gnawed at me constantly, reminding me that I had missed my opportunity and that I would have to live with that mistake forever.But what made it worse was that feeling which I still can't comprehend. I couldn't understand why I worried so much about Cage. That man had been the cause of so much pain and suffering in my life. Why did he even matter to me? Why couldn't I just let him go, like I had done with so many others before? Why was there still this ache in my chest when I thought of him? It didn't make sense at all. I felt stuck i

Author's POVCandlelight bathed the luxurious room in a warm light, casting its glow over William as he lounged on the velvet divan. His second wife sat beside him; she poured wine with a gentle touch, her eyes locked on his with a soft, adoring gaze.She had given him what he had always wanted so it was right to spend it. Time with her, unlike his first, whom he thought was useless and provoking.He couldn't wait for his heir to finally come to life, and now that there was no screaming, he felt relieved and things were going accordingly.His lips curved as he looked at her, the tension between them charged with a sensual current.William accepted the wine from her meeting her seductive gaze as she handed it to him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.Moving closer to him she tells him how she loves him and is ready to be with him for the rest of her life. He replied with a smile that glowed with satisfaction.This was what he needed, a person who could soothe him, not be a nagging

Cage's POVI woke up gasping. My chest was tight my hands clammy, and the flashes of a familiar nightmare still filled my mind. The details were already slipping away, but the sensation of dread lingered. It always did.I ran my hand down my face, smearing off the sweat that was on my forehead. The room was in semi-darkness, for heavy curtains were drawn such that only a sliver of morning light was allowed in. I let out a loud puff of breath and heaved myself up, the concrete slab that seemed to drop in my stomach weighed heavy against my limbs. Sleep was never a friend to me, and that night had been no different.I crossed the room to the corner where I kept a bottle of alcohol, reached for a cup, and poured a drink without giving it a second thought. The burning sensation went down my throat, contrasting with the cold hollowness spreading inside. It was a habit now, not one I was proud of, yet not willing to give up either.I leaned back against the wall, my fingers tightening aroun

Cage's POVAs I stepped into the pack centre, which was a bare land at the centre of the pack, different from the rest of the palace that glowed with beauty, I could feel the weight of the day's event falling upon me. It was as if the stars knew that something ugly was going to happen. It was usually very peaceful and lovely but as it looked down at the traitors. The sky became irritating and unusual.Berrilyl looked at me surprised because my eyes showed reluctance as opposed to the agile and sinister pleasure she must have been expecting from me.There was no way she still cared even though she saved me. It might have been accidental or just out of impulse. Something was wrong with me, I had been thinking of her so much that it had affected me badly because I hurt her. My heart was confused.I tried my best to let go of the thought as I took my seat at the forefront, my eyes scanning the sea of faces before me.Berrilyl stood tall and silent behind me; her presence brought me comfor

Berrilyl's POVI walked over to Talia and didn't disturb her, going ahead with my work. Trying not to be too loud and draw attention to myself, I began preparing for the next meal: cleaning up and organizing the kitchen space. I was used to working in silence, and this moment felt like a small reprieve from the chaos that always surrounded the Packhouse.Meanwhile, Talia washed the dishes. She didn't seem to mind my presence, though I could tell she was distracted. I watched her for a while, noticing how slowly she moved as if her thoughts were elsewhere.I watched her, and a wave of worry washed over me. The idea was really to ask her what was going on, to try and understand what was bothering her, but at the same time, I would not like to intrude, let alone make her uncomfortable. She just looked so lost in her thoughts, and if she wasn't ready to say anything, then I did not want to pressure her. So, I continued with my work, deciding to leave her alone in the meantime.As I turned