Mated by fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Adam's POVIt has been days since Tammy left, and I'm not any closer to finding her. I and Eric had gone to her house, but she was not there. The place felt like she hadn't even been there at all. I couldn't get the tiniest whiff of her scent, which meant she probably never visited the place at all. I shouldn't be surprised. She knew I would come searching for her there, which was why she didn't go back. 'So where is she now?'After discovering she had gone back, Eric, Ophelia and I, alongside some other pack members, went searching for her. Father even offered some suggestions on where we could search, which was very unusual. Her disappearance has been the only thing on my mind. It got to the extent that Eric and I had to put off researching her real identity.However, all the effort was to no avail, as it seemed like she had disappeared long before we could have even suspected a thing. We were unable to catch her scent. She masked it perfectly. Nurse Roseline had not been of he

Tammy's POVAfter returning the chart, I informed Nurse Roseline of my temporary departure. Surprisingly, she the news well, offering no questions and even wishing me luck. I thought it was extremely weird, but I brushed it off as her being happy for the little progress I'm in my career. I stroll to where I left Adam waiting, and I find him near the stairs. He fails to notice my presence, being engrossed in a conversation with someone over the phone. One hand is buried deep in his pocket, his brows furrowed as he speaks in hushed tones to the person on the other end of the phone. He takes out his hand, using it to pinch the bridge of his nose as the other person speaks, his expression tight. 'What could they be talking about?'Adam hangs up the call, finally taking note of my presence. His brows remain furrowed, a frown is etched on his lips when he turns to me. I want to ask if he's okay, but he speaks first. "That was Eric. There's a problem in the pack."I raise an eyebrow. "P

Tammy's POV I stare at him, waiting for a reply. He seems short of words, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. "Well?" I prompt, my voice cool."Tammy..." He rubs the back of his neck. I raise a brow, waiting for him to speak. "I don't know how to make this sound right to you."I cross my arms. "Try. We don't have all day.""The sickness is the other reason why I brought you here. And like I told you before, there's nothing that can be done to help them out. They are all under the influence of a curse."A curse? "If I'm not capable of helping them out, that isn't a valid reason for bringing me out here, Adam. Everything just borders on one fact, that you only brought me here because you think we would end up together.""Tammy," he begins, but I hold out a hand, stopping him. "Even if I could help them out, and let's say they recover by some chance, what would you do afterward? Will you keep me here against my will? huh, Adam?" My eyes bore into his, searching for answers.He

Adam's POV I quietly shut the door quietly behind me, leaving my Father's office. I struggle to wrap my head around everything that happened just now. Of all the ways I expected my confrontation to go, none of them involved him admitting his mistakes so easily. It felt too sudden.A prickle of suspicion runs down my spine. What must have triggered it? Was he being sincere? Regardless of him claiming it was because of my mother's death anniversary coming up, I don't think that is the main reason. She died years ago, so that can't surely be enough to trigger a change of heart on his part. Tammy might just be this pack's good luck charm, after all. I walk briskly down the hallway, not knowing exactly where I'm headed as my mind is filled with questions from the conversation."Adam," Eric's voice breaks through my thoughts. He falls into step beside me. "I saw you leave Father's office. Is everything okay?"I give a curt nod, offering nothing else.Eric eyes me silently, his brows rai

Tammy's POV The silence is the first thing I notice after stepping out of the house. Not just the absence of any sound, but a heavy stillness that presses against my skin, making my ears prickle. The air feels thick and charged, like a storm about to break. A knot of unease tightens in my stomach. Something feels wrong. Ignoring the growing sense of dread, I start my walk towards the infirmary, hoping to find someone there. After Adam left, I went back to sleep, although it didn't last. My mind was unable to rest easy. My dreams were a mix of unsettling images - flashes of people I don't recognize, my appearance in places I have never known of. I finally gave up trying to rest, so I took a bath and came outside, deciding that I needed to do something. Anything. And working at the infirmary seems like the best option. I know Adam said that there's nothing I can do to help, but hopefully, I will find something to keep me busy. I don't want to be consumed by the feeling that I'm