Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated Reborn, His Unwanted Mate: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Sebastain’s POVI have been planning a surprise for Eleanors upcoming birthday, a romantic evening designed to sweep her off her feet and mend the briken edges of our past. I wanted to apologise, not with empty words, but with a gesture that would prove I still loved her, fiercely and unyieldingly, more than I had in those early days when I chased her with a wild, reckless devotion. The memory of her hesitant steps toward me back then, driven by hatred of our past rather, still clung to my memory. This time, I wanted it to be different. I wanted her to feel the depth of my heart, to know I will never take her for granted again.The plan was simple yet buried in meaning: a date in the garden where we exchanged our vows. That day, beneath the tall oak and the watchful gaze of the pack, she bound herself to me out of obligation, her eyes guarded and her smile tight. Now, I imagined us there again, surrounded by the same roses and lantern-lit paths, but with love as our motive instead of

Alicia’s POVKlaus’s boat was a floating testament to extravagance, a marvel of wealth that screamed luxury from every polished inch. The Selene gleamed under the morning sun, its white hull stretching long and proud, a beauty I hoped to possess one day, soon. The deck above was a spread of polished wood, wide enough for a small banquet, with cushioned lounges and a bar stocked with wines of various types. Below, the cabins were arranged in an orderly fashion , marble floors, silk curtains, and chandeliers that moved gently with the boat’s motion. It was a palace on water..Now I sat on the soft bed in the room Klaus had assigned me, the mattress sinking beneath me like a cloud. A velvet bedsheets in deep red draped over it, and a small mahogany table nearby held a silver tray filled with delights: a bottle of rich red wine, a layered stand of cakes dusted with sugar, and a bowl of buttery cookies that melted on the tongue. The walls were paneled in dark wood, and a small porthole win

Eleanor’s POVI was caught in a trance, my mind dragged into a storm of unclear, twisted images that didn’t quite fit together. I stood right in the middle of it all, surrounded by chaos I couldn’t control. Fire blasted out from every side, bright and angry, slamming into wolves and sending them crashing down with pained howls. The wolves fought back hard, charging at witches with teeth bared, ripping them apart, arms, legs, everything torn off in a spray of blood. The air was heavy with smoke and the sharp stink of burning flesh, every scream cutting through me like a knife.I was stuck there, feeling it all, the sting of every flame, the gut-punch of terror, the shaky mess of not knowing what was next.“Stop!” I yelled at the witches, my voice rough and desperate, arms out like I could block their spells. “Please!” I begged the wolves, tears hot on my cheeks as I watched them tear into their prey.But nobody heard me.They kept going, falling one by one, witches crumbling, wolves bl

Sebastain’s POVIt had only been a few days since Eleanor left, but it felt like a damn eternity already. How was I supposed to make it through two whole weeks without her? The quiet was eating at me, this big, empty ache where she used to be. I kept thinking I would lose it one morning, grab my boots, hop on a car, and ride straight to Mary’s cottage just to see her face. Two weeks sounded like torture, and I wasn’t sure I had the willpower to stay put.I spent the day digging through her stuff, needing something to hold onto. I found one of her ribbons, a soft, green strip of silk she’d worn in her hair frequently, and pressed it to my nose, breathing deep. That scent hit me hard, all wildflowers and that warm, earthy hint that was just her. Those red curls of hers, they were the first thing that hooked me, way back at the mating ceremony when I first saw her. I could still see her standing there under the chandelier, the light catching her hair like it was on fire. We talked that n

Eleanor's POVThe storm raged outside, a relentless beast rocking at the boat with accompanying wind and rain. Inside, I lay trapped in a trance, my body heavy as though pinned by invisible chains. The sheets twisted around me, damp with sweat, as my mind spiraled into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Thunder rumbled, shaking the fragile boat, but it was the visions, vivid, cruel, and unrelenting, that held me captive.This time, the faces weren’t strangers appearing from the shadows of an obscure past. They were people I knew, people I had loved, trusted, tolerated. Klaus. Alicia. And Sebastian. Their forms appeared before me like ghosts summoned from a haunted past, each revelation, a blade twisting deeper into my chest.The first scene unfolded, pulling me away from the storm-tossed boat and into Alicia’s room. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and betrayal. It was the night Sebastian had slipped from my bed, his warmth still lingering on my skin, only to seek solace in hi