Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated To The Lycan Beast: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The oxygen monitor drops and I lay in the ICU, helpless and hoping I don't die. Wolves are not supposed to die like this. I am twenty-six years old, a Luna by birth, and my body is failing piece by piece.They call it a rare sickness. Something with a long name and no cure. Something that started weeks ago with headaches and fatigue and ended with my organs turning against me.I am dying.And my wolf, Maya, is pissed. She has been silent for days. Long enough that I started to believe she was already gone and I was just a body waiting to follow. But now she thrashes inside me, slamming against my ribs like she wants out.Her panic hurts more than the sickness.Fight, Eve! Fight for us! I keep my eyes closed because if I open them, I'll have to see Lance, my husband and pack Alpha standing by that window with his shoulders blocking out what's left of the December light, and I'll have to reconcile the man I married with the stranger I'm listening to now."Pull the plug."His voice is

Twelve Hours LaterEvery pothole the ambulance hits sends pain spiking through my chest, and I think: This is what humiliation feels like when it has a physical form.The monitors are screaming. My body's symphony of failure is playing at full volume for everyone to hear.Crystal grips my hand so hard I think she might break the bones that are left. "Hold on, Eve. You're going to make it."I want to believe her. But wanting and believing are two different things , and I'm stuck somewhere between them, drowning.My wolf is quiet again, like she's conserving energy for something. Or maybe she's already starting to let go, piece by piece, the way dying wolves do. The human heart stops last, they say. The wolf knows before we do.The worst part isn't the pain. It's knowing. I was strong once. Fierce. The kind of Luna other packs whispered about with equal parts respect and fear. I could pin a full-grown Alpha in training. Could run for hours without breaking a sweat. Could command a room

The door opens, and every nerve in my body goes on high alert.He's here.Dark grey shirt, black pants, moving with that effortless grace that makes my wolf react. I force myself to stay calm. To not react the way every instinct is screaming at me to react."How’s she feeling?" His voice is detached"Better,” Crystal says. "Good." He moves to the monitors and starts checking readings. He doesn't look at me directly. He doesn't need to. His presence fills the room anyway.Crystal hovers near the wall, watching him with barely concealed hostility."Her vitals have stabilized significantly," he says, still focused on the screen. "The detox is breaking down faster than anticipated. We'll continue the protocol for another seventy-two hours. After that, she should be strong enough to leave."Three days. He's giving me three days and then expects me to be gone.He turns back to me, and for the first time since entering, his eyes meet mine directly.The impact is immediate. My wolf surges fo

EveMy desire swelled with every passing second, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Just being in the same space as Axel, breathing the same air, caused every nerve in my body to be on high alert, desperate for something I knew I could never have.But beneath the desire was a shame that clawed at my chest. Then Axel looked at me. Not a passing glance, but truly looked at me. His gaze bore into mine, and for the first time, it felt like he was actually seeing me.My heart became a trembling mess inside my chest, and my body betrayed me with a shiver.Was this the moment he would acknowledge what we both felt? Would he stop pretending, stop fighting, stop acting like he was immune to the bond that had already consumed me whole.He leaned in, his face so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin. My heart pounded wildly, flooding an unexplainable pleasure through my veins.He was going to kiss me.Holy hell.My breath hitched in my throat and I g

Eve The kitchen was wrapped in the comforting aroma of roasted vegetables and sauces. Axel and Shahar’s voices filtered through the hallway. Shahar was louder, his words carrying a carefreeness that came naturally to him. Axel, on the other hand, sounded distant. But when he laughed, it didn’t sound like it belonged to him. It was too smooth, too easy, too human for a monster.Curiosity got the best of me. I moved cautiously, pressing my ear against the surface of the wall, listening.“Nicolas and his goons are just a bunch of noisemakers,” Shahar said. “He’s been so busy flapping his mouth, he didn’t even realize his cabinet member was fucking his wife.”A low chuckle drifted from Axel. A chill slithered down my back, causing my breath to halt in my throat. Was this the same laugh he let out when my family was murdered? When my parents begged for their lives?My heart pounded faster.“The numbers aren’t looking good for him,” Shahar continued, enjoying their rival’s misfortune.Axel