All Chapters of UNTAMED FATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NOAH'S POV Nathan and I walked side by side through the bustling hallway, our steps in sync as we approached our lockers. The usual hum of students filled the air—laughter, hurried conversations, the occasional locker slamming shut. But my mind was elsewhere. I was still mentally replaying last night’s disaster. Cooking had seemed like a solid plan at the time. But standing in a kitchen filled with smoke, Lucas screaming my name like I had personally betrayed him, and Gavin laughing so hard he nearly choked? Yeah. Not my finest moment. And worst of all, I didn't even got what I wanted. I sighed. “You know, in theory, cooking is just mixing ingredients and heating them up. Why is it so hard like rocket science?” Nathan chuckled beside me. “Because if you don’t know what you’re doing. You shouldn't have gone into that kitchen in the first place ” Before I could respond, a student rushed past, shoulder-bumping me hard enough to throw me off balance. I barely had time to register the

ARES’ POV I pushed the door open with my foot, stepping into the guestroom with Noah still unconscious in my arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. I walked to the bed and carefully placed him down. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him. Like I was trying to unravel him. Something about him was… off. I can feel it in my guts I’ve met thousands of people in my life, humans and wolves alike. I could read people easily. Tell who they were, what they wanted, their strengths, their weaknesses. But Noah? He was like an unsolved mystery. And I hated unsolved mysteries. There was no reason why a regular human, should have heard that growl. No reason why the beast didn’t devour him. And more importantly, no reason why I was this disturbed by him. I clenched my jaw. I will find out what you are, Noah Leister. Turning away, I grabbed his phone from my pocket. I scrolled through his contacts and found Penny and Nat

My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. A slow, sinking feeling spread through my chest as I blinked, trying to adjust to my surroundings. The air smelled different, a mixture of mint and snow, something subtly cold. Not my room. Not anywhere I recognized. My heart picked up speed as I slowly sat up, scanning the dimly lit room. My stomach twisted as flashes of last night returned. The growl. The footprints. Then the beast. My breath hitched. I had seen it. Its massive form, those glowing, hungry eyes, like it wanted to devour me. I remembered the moment it attacked, the pain before I blacked out. But how am I alive? Instinctively, I touched my arms, my stomach, my legs, searching for wounds, for pain, for anything. But there was nothing. No scratches, no bruises, not even a dull ache. Was I dead? My heart pounded as the thought settled in. Maybe I had died in those woods. Maybe my body was lying somewhere, torn apart, and my brothers were out there searching for me. W

NOAH'S POV "Run, Noah. Run. Don’t look back." The voice in my head was urgent, desperate. I didn’t recognize it, but I obeyed without question. I ran. My legs moved before I could think, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed forward. The forest was endless, the thick trees casting ominous shadows beneath the pale glow of the moon. My lungs burned, my legs ached, my heart pounded like a drum inside my chest, but I didn’t dare stop. Not with the thundering sound of paws chasing behind me. They were hunting me. But why? A sharp gust of wind howled through the trees, carrying with it a deep, guttural growl that sent chills down my spine. My pulse roared in my ears. They were close. Too close. Branches snapped beneath my feet as I dodged between towering trunks, trying to escape. Panic clawed at my chest, threatening to choke me. I didn't know where I was running to, just that I had to get away. Then, silence. The heavy footsteps behind me stopped. I staggered to a halt,

ARES’ POV The storm raged outside, matching the fury burning inside him. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with pressure. His mind replayed everything that had happened at the warehouse—the betrayal, the emptiness, the undeniable proof that someone had snitched. And the only people who knew about that place were Noah and Jason. Jason was his Beta, his brother in arms. Jason would never betray him. Which left only one person, Noah. A snarl ripped from Ares’ throat as he sped through the wet streets. How could he have been so blind? The signs were all there—the strange aura around Noah, the unnatural way he had survived the attacks, the coincidences that kept piling up. He had ignored his instincts, pushed aside his suspicions, all because of some unexplainable pull he felt toward that boy. That traitor. His jaw clenched as he turned the car around, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. He wasn’t done yet. If Noah thought he could play him for a foo