All Chapters of Fated To The Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty-OneRhea shot up from her bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her eyes were wide with fear as if she had seen a ghost. Her hands trembled as they clutched the sheets, her heart pounding in her ears. The pain in her head still lingered, sharp and unforgiving, like the last sting of a nightmare refusing to leave her alone.She looked around, slowly realizing that she was back in her room. The familiar surroundings brought little comfort. The soft hum of the ceiling fan, the glow of the moonlight through her window, the half-empty bottle of water on her nightstand—it was all the same. And yet… everything felt different.“What was that?” Rhea whispered to herself, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.It had been a long time since she’d had a dream like that—if she could even call it a dream. No… it felt real. Too vivid, too intense, too terrifying to be just a figment of her imagination. The dea

Chapter Thirty-Three: They opened to the section of the book that discussed witches. As expected, there were different classifications—Black witches, White witches, and a few lesser-known subgroups. Rhea and Anna settled on the floor more comfortably, flipping carefully through the fragile, yellowed pages, trying not to damage the brittle paper.The first section was boldly titled:Black Witches'Centuries ago, Black witches and White witches lived together in peace and harmony. They were equals in power, bound by shared knowledge and mutual respect. For a time, all was well. But eventually, the Black witches desired more—they sought a power that would set them apart, a force darker and older than anything known to the magical world.''Despite the warnings of the elders, the Black witches delved into forbidden magic—ancient, chaotic power hidden away for a reason. This dark force was said to whisper wickedness into the minds of those who summoned it, corrupting their hearts, twisting

Chapter Thirty-FiveRhea woke up with a soft groan, lifting her head slowly from the table. Her neck felt stiff and sore from sleeping in such an awkward position. She winced as she moved, immediately raising her hand to massage the side of her neck in slow, circular motions.“Gosh, that’s painful,” she muttered under her breath, gently working the muscles to relieve the tension. After a few moments, the discomfort lessened. She sighed in relief, glancing around the living room that was dimly lit with the warm glow of a single wall sconce. It was already late at night.Rhea stood up, gathered the books she'd been reading, and carried them to her room. As she ascended the stairs, her mind drifted back to the conversation she had earlier with Kieran. There had been something different about his tone—calmer, almost gentle. She was used to him being distant and cold, so his slightly softer demeanor had caught her off guard. He was still distant, yes, but not as cold as usual. A small smi

Chapter Thirty-Seven"Kieran, do you know what you're doing? They could die any minute from now," Daren said sharply, turning to his son with eyes wide in disbelief."Let’s see," Kieran replied coolly, not taking his eyes off Rhea. He didn’t understand it himself, but something deep inside told him to trust her—something unexplainable, something primal. He could feel the weight of her power, the pull of destiny. Rhea was no ordinary girl.Without a word, Rhea reached up and removed her contact lenses. A gasp escaped Anna's lips as the silver of Rhea’s true eyes was revealed glowing softly, almost ethereally. A sudden surge of energy passed through her like lightning, causing the ground beneath her feet to hum.She slowly raised her hand. Her fingertips tingled with raw magic. A small orb, no larger than a soap bubble formed above her palm, shimmering and translucent. It floated upward, glowing with a strange, unearthly light. Her gaze shifted to the afflicted pack members lying helple

Chapter Thirty-NineIn a dark, imposing building that loomed like a forgotten relic of the past, a woman descended the wide marble staircase. Her long black dress swayed elegantly with each graceful step. Shadows flickered across the stone walls as torchlight danced behind her, giving the space an eerie, almost ethereal quality. The silence was heavy—broken only by the faint echo of her heels.The Master was seated in the vast, dimly lit living room. Tall, slender, and draped in dark robes, he looked out the towering windows as if waiting for something—or someone. The moment he heard her footsteps, he turned slightly, his gaze sharp and unreadable.She walked to his side and sat beside him, the air between them taut with unspoken tension.“We have a problem,” she said, her voice low, clipped.The Master didn’t look at her immediately. “And that is?” he asked, turning his gaze away from her face and back to the darkness outside.“The plague... it’s gone.”His head turned sharply toward