All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan Beast: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

AlecMy feet dragged heavily across the floor, echoing my exhaustion. The weight of the day clung to my shoulders. Decisions had been made, duties fulfilled, and the constant pressure of living up to the Alpha’s name loomed large. I needed a bath.I reached the bathroom, turned on the taps, and filled the bathtub with steaming water. Already anticipating some relief, I sprinkled bath salts into the water, releasing a minty scent, and lowered myself into the tub. The hot water immediately wrapped around my tired muscles, pulling the tension from my knotted shoulders. A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my head back against the edge.My eyes fluttered closed, and the world narrowed down to the sound of water lapping against the tub and the heat seeping deep into my aching bones. Then, a sharp trill broke the silence. My phone was ringing somewhere beyond the bathroom door. My eyes cracked open, irritation blooming in my chest. It wasn't worth the effort to drag myself to the bedroom just

Vanessa I remained in bed. I couldn't even remember the last time I had the luxury of staying in at this time of day instead of slaving away.I could hear voices going back and forth outside my room, but I made no move to rise. If the Alpha had ordered that I shouldn't lift a finger today, who was I to disobey? My shoulders, which had been sore the night before, felt completely fine now. I could picture the other servants' sneers without even seeing them. They would be angry. They had probably been scrubbing since dawn while I stayed tucked away, nursing nothing but a lack of command. The thought made me chuckle as I made some honey and chamomile tea for myself.I wondered if any of them had noticed me and Alec recently. Servants were always the ones who got the juicy gossip, and it was only a matter of time before someone caught us. If I, who usually minded my business, had caught Lucas's wife Isabella and the guard, then nosy people like Clara and Petra—who knew all the dirt about

Vanessa Word spread fast. By dawn, whispers had crawled through every hallway in the house—Maya was in the hospital. Some said she collapsed in her sleep. Others swore they saw blood on the sheets. A guard muttered that the baby might not survive.I stood frozen near the water pump, bucket in hand, my heart thudding so hard it shook my ribs. My fingers curled tighter around the handle. Had Olga done it? Had she gone ahead without me? Or was it just some cruel accident?The thought made my stomach twist. We had only talked. That was it. We vented, we dreamed. But what if that was enough? What if our words had teeth? I wasn’t a witch. I had no power. So why did it feel like I’d pulled the trigger?I dropped the bucket and stumbled back inside. My chest tightened with every step. I could barely breathe. This wasn’t part of the plan. None of it was real—or it wasn’t supposed to be. What if this came back on me? What if Olga turned and pointed straight at me?Alec’s face flashed in my min

Alec Vanessa's scent clung to the air even minutes after she had passed. Wrapped around me, the sweet pool was intoxicating and tightened my chest. I stood frozen for a long moment after she disappeared around the corner. My hand still tingled from the accidental touch. The soul tie the ancestors supposedly blessed us with felt more like a curse today.We were on opposite sides of a chasm. She was hurt, and she knew it. I could see it in her eyes. The accusation thrown at her—that she had poisoned Maya—hung heavy between us. It was a logical suspicion, wasn’t it? Before this connection, our families were enemies. Distrust was bred into our bones.But the way she had reacted—the genuine shock and pain in her eyes—didn't feel like the act of a guilty woman. My gut, which was an instinct I had learned to trust on the battlefield, whispered that she was innocent. That only complicated things further.If not Vanessa, then who? And why?I would have to make sure Maya's food was strictly mo

The next day, I found myself in the gardens. The Omega boys were harvesting fruits. I knew most of them and saw Zachary among them. He was reaching high into a mango tree. He grinned when he saw me.“Hey!”I waved back and then approached him. “I heard some interesting rumors lately.”“About?”“Something about us getting married.”He nearly dropped the mango he’d just picked. “Ah,” he said with a grin. “You know how it is. A man can dream, can’t he? It’s my fantasy.”“I know,” I said gently. “But I need you to understand that I won’t marry you. It’s not because I have anything against you. You’re a good guy, but it’s not going to happen.”His face fell, but he tried to recover. “I’m working hard and saving up. I could take good care of you. Just like your father would have wanted. We could have a good life.”I smiled. “I’m sure you could, and I’m sure there are plenty of girls who would jump at the chance to build that life with you.” I paused, then added lightly, “Amma, for instance,