บททั้งหมดของ Fated Reborn, His Unwanted Mate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Eleanor's POVI gasped in shock. I have powers now?“Fetch more water!” Another guard cried out.I leaned on the iron rail and watched them scramble for buckets of water like soldiers ants scattered around the floor. They looked so pathetic as they wailed helplessly. I found it strange but in a way I wanted their screams to be louder. I stretched my hand towards Sebastian's favourite carriage and it caught fire.A laugh escaped my lips and I let it echo with the wind.“How the heck did that tree catch fire!” Sebastian yelled as he ran in with two guards flanking him.“My carriage!” He yelled again.I cupped my hand over my mouth. “Serves you right, asshole.”He stood at akimbo, watching the guards and maids quench the fire.A man ran to meet him and whispered in his ears. He looked up at the window and our eyes met. I could see the rage in his piercing green eyes. His hair danced in the wind as the fire died down and he didn't stop staring at me.I threw him a wink at him and went bac

Sebastian's povI sat in my office going over last night's event.Who started the fire and why?It was a question no one had an answer to. Not even I had an answer to it. There were no traces of gasoline or fossil fuel. There were even no traces of match boxes or a lighter or anything that could start a fire. It was as though the fire started on it's own and that was impossible. Fire didn't just started by itself. There had to be a manmade interference. Someone caused this fire but who?A light knock snapped me from my thoughts and I looked up. It was Luca, my beta.I leaned back into my seat, wondering why he was here. “Yes?”“Sir, the meeting is about to begin.” He said.Oh, the meeting with delegates from the Bloodfang pack. I had completely forgotten about it.“Sure. Let's go.” I said.Usually, I would take the shorter way to the meeting hall but this time, I felt like I needed to clear my head from last night so I decided to take a longer route though the hall leading to the gard

Eleanor's povAs I entered the room, I found a familiar silhouette.“Who are you?” I asked, fearing the worst.The person turned around and my heart skipped a beat.It was Sebastian.Sebastian stood in the center of the room, his green orbs piercing mine. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept in days and I wonder why.I narrowed my eyes as he took a step closer. “Alpha Sebastian, to what I owe… the surprise visit?”Sebastian cleared his throat. Despite his polished looks, there was something broken about it. Like I give a damn what it was. “You look different, Eleanor.”I raised an eyebrow. “Different… Is that all you came here to say?”His jaw tightened for a moment before he finally replied. “Loretta is miserable.”I let out a soft laugh. “And how is that my problem?”Sebastian took another step closer. “I don't know why she is but I figured you should know why.”I crossed my arms over my chest and scoffed again. I did not just leave my potatoes for this.“If anyone should know, it

Eleanor's POVI run blindly through a forest that has transformed into a living nightmare. Every step feels as though it reverberates through my very soul, the pounding of my heart matching the frantic rhythm of my feet against the damp ground. The trees around me have become sinister silhouettes, their gnarled branches reaching out like desperate, skeletal hands in the dark. Shadows twist and merge, creating a disorienting image that blurs the line between reality and terror.Breathless and suffocating under the weight of my fear, I can barely form the word "Help!" My voice, raw and hoarse, barely forms through the silence. Instead, I am met with the hollow echo of my own plea—a mocking whisper that bounces back from unseen corners of the dark forest. Every echo feels like an accusation, a reminder that I am utterly alone and helpless.I fight against the rising tide of despair and try to tap into the power I know lies dormant within me. I imagine a blazing fire, a fierce inferno th

Sebastian's POVI sit at my grand oak desk, its surface littered with scrolls and ledgers detailing the urgent matters discussed at the recent elders’ meeting—issues of state that demand my attention. Yet, no matter how earnestly I try to focus, my thoughts drift inexorably to her: Eleanor.Her memory is a persistent whisper in the back of my mind. Our last encounter replays like a mesmerizing melody—the tilt of her head, the spark in her eyes, the subtle defiance in her voice—all hinting at a connection deeper than any duty-bound liaison. There’s an undeniable sense that she, like me, has been reborn, carrying echoes of our shared past. I can’t shake the impression that she remembers not only our marriage but also the pain I once inflicted, the mistakes that still haunt me, and she wants to have nothing to do with me.Guilt and regret surge through me with each recollection. I recall how my ambition, my insatiable hunger for vengeance, blinded me to the needs and emotions of the one