Semua Bab UNTAMED FATE: Bab 61 - Bab 70

GAVIN’S POVThe second I stepped into the living room, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily from a brutal workout session, I knew something was off. The air felt thick...tense...and not from the stench rolling off my shirt. No, this was something else.Lucas was pacing.And when he paces, something is seriously wrong.Only one person could make my ever-composed, stone-faced brother look like he was about to tear the place apart.Noah.Damn.I dropped my gym bag beside the couch and wiped the sweat from my face with the towel hanging around my neck. “Hey, Lucas. What’s up?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t already know the storm that was brewing behind his narrowed eyes.He turned to me so fast, his boots squeaked against the floor. His eyes...those infamous forest-green eyes...flashed with unfiltered rage. “Where the hell have you been?” he thundered. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours!”I didn’t flinch. I’ve had years of practice dealing with Lucas’ temper. His anger wasn’t

NOAH’S POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror and almost flinched. Dark circles ringed my eyes like I hadn’t slept in weeks. My cheeks were hollowed out, lips pale, and my usually shiny hair looked like a mop abandoned in a storm. I looked like a haunted raccoon. A very sad, smelly, rebellious raccoon. “This is what grounding does to a person,” I muttered to my reflection, dragging my fingers through my tangled hair. “Congratulations, Gavin. You’ve officially won the Worst Big Brother of the Year Award.” For the past two days, I had been locked in my room like a prisoner of war. Gavin was dead serious about the whole “you’re not leaving till you agree to my terms” threat. The jerk even camped at my door, literally. Lucas was the one delivering meals, knocking gently and slipping the tray in like I was some kind of feral animal. Not that it mattered; I hadn’t touched a bite. Hunger strike in full swing. I groaned and slumped on the edge of my bed, my phone in my hand. My

ARES’ POVA cocky smirk tugged at my lips as I watched little Leister run like hell, his steps frantic, flailing arms barely keeping up with his body. Poor kid must've thought I was naked. That alone seemed to have scrambled his brain and instincts. Hilarious.I stepped fully out of the water, droplets sliding down my skin, glistening under the filtered light that peeked through the trees. My tight black shorts clung to me like a second skin, and I raked a hand through my wet hair, shaking off the excess water.Cute brat. Always skittish, always flushed, like a tiny mouse caught staring at a lion.I reached for the towel I had left hanging on a low branch and began drying myself off, deliberately slow, enjoying the silence of my sanctuary. This wasn’t just any ordinary place...it was mine. A hidden slice of the world untouched by chaos or duty. I discovered it long before my father died… before the weight of the crown descended on my shoulders. Back then, I hadn't cared much for fairy

ARES' POVThe moment I stepped into my suite, a frustrated groan tore from my throat. The weight of the day hung on me like chains. Meetings with Lucas, followed by a whirlwind of political obligations, endless discussions about the upcoming Luna coronation, alliance talks, pack issues, it all felt like dragging a mountain up a cliff.Being an Alpha King was no child’s play.I threw myself onto the bed, the cool sheets doing nothing to soothe the heat rising under my skin. My thoughts drifted back to what Lucas said. Little Leister might be a seer.A seer?I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. That could explain the way he heard the beast that day during the Siege attack, the growl, the voice… things no ordinary person could’ve picked up. But if he’s a seer, then why doesn’t he know it? Why would he be hiding something like that, unless he truly has no idea?The brat doesn’t even know our kind exists.I scoffed.But if being a seer explains the heightened awareness, the spiritual sensi

UNKNOWN POVThe room was dimly lit, the only source of light filtering in through the tall stained-glass windows. The silence was heavy, dense with failure, disappointment, and barely restrained rage.I stood above her, belt clenched in my gloved hand, knuckles white from the force of my grip. She knelt at my feet, sobbing, the tears streaking her flawless face as though they could earn her mercy.They wouldn’t.“Please,” she cried, voice cracking. “Please, I tried...he wasn’t there....he wasn’t anywhere!”CRACK!The belt landed across her back again, the sound echoing off the marble walls like a thunderclap. Her scream tore through the silence, but I didn’t flinch. Pain was the only language failure understood.“What do you mean you couldn’t find him?” I growled, towering over her. “Today was the day. His heat.. his weakness...was today! I planned everything to the last second. I even got my masterpiece inside the palace, hidden in plain sight. We were supposed to strike while he was