Todos os capítulos de Bound by a Dangerous Fate to my Student: The Prophecy: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Sarah's POVI could not believe my ears as my mind transformed into a storm of conflicting thoughts. I had long given up on the idea of meeting my mate, even though it was believed that it was inevitable—that one way or another, fated mates would cross paths. I was told that my mate would be the key to curing the chronic illness I had been living with since I was eighteen, according to a healer. However, the news came with a devastating prophecy: I would die within seven years if my mate didn’t mark me. Now, I had only two years left. Two short years before the countdown to my death would hit zero—a fate I had already accepted. Until tonight.Joshua didn’t know any of this. This made me wonder sometimes if that made me selfish, knowing I would have left him a widower in the end. But I guess life spared him from that mess. I should have been thrilled, since meeting my mate would change everything, right? But instead, all I felt was the sting of disappointment because the person who w

Sarah's POVI thought letting go of Joshua would be easy—like walking away from the club and everything that happened there would somehow burn away the love I had for him. But I was wrong. Every time I replayed the image of him with that woman, tangled in sheets like I didn’t exist, the pain came back sharper than before.Sleep barely came. My thoughts dragged me around all night until I had no choice but to take a sedative. I needed at least a few hours of rest, not just for my sanity but for work. Mondays were always hectic, and I could not afford to show up drained and unfocused.The loud buzz of my phone snapped me awake the next morning. I didn’t need to check the screen to know it was him—Joshua. He had made a habit of calling me every morning like clockwork, asking pointless questions like, "How was your night? "What’s on your agenda today?"—the same boring routine we used to do like we were something special. "Asshole,” I muttered, turning the phone face down, my lips curlin

Sarah's POVThe universe must have been having a good laugh at my expense, finally settling the score for my sin that turned me into a pariah in this city. In less than 24 hours, I had gone from catching Joshua in bed with someone else to being escorted out of school by the police like some common criminal.Humiliation burnt through me as I walked down the school halls. Teachers and students stared, their smug, satisfied looks practically screaming how much they were enjoying this live drama. My fists clenched, but I kept my head high—I was not about to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. During the drive to the station, I kept demanding to know why I was being hauled in, but the officers wouldn’t speak. Their only response was the same: “You’ll find out at the station," every time.I eventually gave up asking, realising I was not going to get a single hint out of them. Now, here I was, stuck in an interrogation room, alone. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is g

Anderson's POV At the end of the school day, I offered Tasha and Lila a ride home, and they happily accepted. "So, what do you two think about a little weekend adventure?" I asked, breaking the silence as we made our way to the parking lot, walking side by side. "Weekend adventure?" Lila repeated, looking confused. "Yeah," I said with a grin. "Help me figure out what’s fun around here. You know... show me the ropes," I explained. She raised a brow. "How about you spend the weekend catching up on everything you’ve missed before you joined us?" I rolled my eyes, smirking as I glanced at her. "Seriously? I’ve only been in this city for a few days. I need to get my bearings somehow, not bury myself in books." "Besides,” I added with a playful scoff, “you don’t exactly strike me as the super-serious type.” If she’s a bookworm, we probably aren’t going to vibe much. Tasha laughed. “Don’t mind her. She can be a little extra sometimes. But as for your offer, we are totally in!”

Sarah's POV Finally, after what felt like forever, the door clicked open, and Claire strode in, her heels tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor. She tossed a file onto the table between us, her face unreadable as always. My heart raced, anticipation and dread mingling as I straightened in my chair. “Finally,” I muttered under my breath, crossing my arms. "Apologies for the delay,” she said, sliding into the chair opposite me. "Further investigation has been conducted, and..." Her voice dipped, almost mockingly, “...your scent was not found at the scene. "We also found out that those whose scents were found on the scene are guilty." She took a deep breath, locking eyes with me. "You and your partner did an excellent job erasing any trace." She chuckled lightly, the sound tinged with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "That’s impressive, really." In the city's police force, the five supernatural factions—werewolves, witches, panther shifters, hunters, and humans a