All Chapters of fate betrayal : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 152: The Moonshine Reborn Killian’s POV The journey back to the Moonshine Pack’s territory was not one of triumph but of resolve. The wind carried the scent of ash and blood, a reminder of what had been lost and what remained to be salvaged. My warriors marched behind me, their steps heavy with exhaustion but steady with purpose. The battle with Veyron had left scars—both physical and emotional—but it was time to turn those scars into strength. As the charred edges of Moonshine territory came into view, my heart clenched. The lands were nearly unrecognizable. Once-proud forests stood as blackened skeletons, and the sprawling packhouse was a ruin of stone and timber. Yet, as broken as it all seemed, the essence of the Moonshine Pack lingered in the air. This was home, and it was my duty to rebuild it. “This is where we start over,” I said aloud, my voice cutting through the silence. My warriors paused, their eyes turning to me. “We are not defined by what we’ve lost but by w

Chapter 154: Whispers of the Past Aria’s POV The air in the forest was still, heavy with a silence that felt unnatural. The morning sun barely broke through the dense canopy above, and every step I took seemed to echo too loudly. I was alone for the first time in weeks, away from the Golden Claw Pack and the burdens of leadership. I needed this—space to breathe, space to think. The weight of the mate bond’s dissolution, the shattered alliances, and the aftermath of the battle against Veyron were suffocating. Yet, the forest didn’t offer the peace I had hoped for. Something was watching me. I paused, my hand instinctively moving to the dagger at my hip. “Show yourself,” I called, my voice calm but firm. The bushes rustled, and a figure stepped out—a young boy, no older than fourteen, with wild hair and wary eyes. His clothes were tattered, his frame too thin, but his presence carried an air of quiet defiance. “Who are you?” I asked, keeping my tone even. He didn’t answer immedia

Chapter 156: Shadows of the Past Selena's POV The library was quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fire and the soft rustle of pages being turned. Selena sat alone at one of the long wooden tables, stacks of ancient tomes and crumbling scrolls spread out around her. Her fingers ached from hours of careful handling, but her determination kept her going. The battle was over, but the aftermath was proving just as perilous. Freed from Veyron’s influence, Selena had thrown herself into studying the cursed relics and the magic they had unleashed. She needed answers—not just for herself, but for Aria and the packs struggling to rebuild. Every page she read seemed to deepen her understanding and her unease. The relics had been more than tools of destruction; they were fragments of a far greater power, tied not only to Veyron but to something older, darker. --- Echoes of the Relics The cursed relics weren’t merely created to cause chaos—they were vessels, designed to siphon and ampli

Chapter 158: The Elder's Warning Aria's POV The air was thick with tension as I stood at the gates of the Golden Claw Pack’s rebuilt compound, watching the horizon for our visitor. Killian and Darius flanked me, both silent, their respective presences a study in contrasts—Killian radiated steady calm, while Darius’s restlessness bled into the air. The message had arrived the night before: a mysterious elder from the distant Glacier Fang Pack wanted to speak to me. The note had been cryptic, warning of “unforeseen consequences” from my decision to dissolve the mate bond system. It hadn’t sat well with me, nor with my council, but curiosity and the faint stirrings of unease had won out. When the elder finally arrived, it was with none of the grandeur or ceremony I had expected. A lone figure cloaked in furs, their face weathered and lined with years of wisdom, rode up on a pale gray horse. Their eyes, sharp and silver, met mine as they dismounted, and I felt the weight of their scrut

Chapter 160: The Dream of a New Era Aria’s POV The moon was high above the Golden Claw compound, casting its cold silver light over the walls. I stood at the edge of the balcony outside my chambers, the cool breeze tugging at my hair. Exhaustion weighed heavy on me, yet my thoughts refused to settle. The pack was slowly rebuilding, but unity felt fragile like glass threatening to crack under the slightest pressure. I leaned against the railing, staring out into the darkness. Deep down, I knew the Moon Goddess wasn’t finished with me. The remnants of her influence lingered in every decision I made, in every step forward. Dissolving the mate bond system had been a declaration of freedom, but freedom had come with unforeseen consequences. I closed my eyes, allowing the tension in my shoulders to ease. The world fell away, and the dream began. --- The Dreamscape I found myself standing in a forest bathed in twilight, the trees shifting between shadow and light. A familiar, calming p