All Chapters of UNTAMED FATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NOAH'S POVI gently twisted the doorknob, stepping into the lecture hall. Professor Parker, a middle-aged woman with a stern demeanor, stood in front of the class. It seemed like she was Professor Rex’s stand-in for the day. The moment I entered, all heads turned toward me, like I was some sort of celebrity, an outcast one, at that."You're late, Mr. Leister," Professor Parker’s voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing on me as she folded her hands behind her back."I know, Mrs. Parker. I apologize," I said quickly, offering a sympathetic look as I stepped further into the room.She gave me a quick, disapproving glare before turning her attention back to the class.I scanned the room, searching for my friends. Penny and Nathan were seated in the middle, but neither of them bothered to save a seat for me, as they usually did. I glanced at Penny, but she didn’t even look in my direction. She was obviously pissed. Sighing, I walked toward the empty seat I found at the back of the room, near

NOAH’S POVI shoved another spoonful of mint-chocolate ice cream into my mouth like it was a life-saving drug. Everything Penny had said earlier was still ringing in my ears like an annoying ringtone you can’t find the phone to silence. “He’s the king,” she said. “He is betrothed to someone else,” she said. What was I thinking? That Ares would settle for a guy. Why does love always come with a warning label and a sprinkle of betrayal?Normal heartbroken people drown their sorrows in tequila. Me? I eat ice cream. Alone. At a random ice cream shop. In public. Looking like a sad little mystery boy with zero social life.Why? Because if Gavin saw me like this, he’d never stop asking questions. And Gavin questions are like interrogation lights... blinding, unrelenting, and way too accurate.I let the icy sweetness melt in my mouth, the mint numbing my tongue, but not the ache in my chest. I held the spoon between my lips and sighed, pouting dramatically like I was auditioning for a sad in

ARES' POV I tore the head clean off another beast, black blood splattering my fur like ink spilled on parchment. The stench was unbearable—rotting flesh, dark magic, and something else. Something fouler. Whoever made these abominations had to be a sick, twisted bastard. Their creation wasn’t just flawed—it was insulting. These things were no match for an ordinary Alpha, let alone me. But the question that haunted me more than their creation was how they got in. Siege is protected. Sealed. Cloaked. This shouldn’t be happening. We only responded to the scream of a student. By the time we arrived, three beasts were already feasting on his lifeless body, tearing through flesh like it was nothing more than fruit. I fought them off single-handedly, bones crunching beneath my claws and jaws. But for every one I killed, three more appeared. Like a curse unfolding in real time. This… This was the "bad" little Leister warned me about. Not that I hadn’t believed him—there was someth

ARES POV I placed my hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open, the hinges creaking slightly in protest. The heavy oak door gave way to the dim, solemn interior of my study. The scent of old books, leather, and a faint trace of smoke lingered in the air—comforting and cold all at once. Jason trailed behind me silently like a shadow, but the moment I stepped in, my eyes locked on the two figures already occupying my space.They were exactly where Jason said they’d be.One of them, tall—taller than I had anticipated,with light brown hair, was pacing the room like a caged animal. His shoulders were taut, his jaw clenched, and every now and then, he ran a hand through his hair with barely restrained frustration. The other sat with deceptive calm on the couch, his back facing me, legs crossed like he owned the place. I scoffed inwardly. Bold. Reckless. Or just plain desperate.The pacing one noticed my presence first. He stopped mid-step and turned to face me. “It’s an honor to finall

NOAH’S POV“I know you’re awake, little Leister,” Ares said, his voice a velvet rasp laced with dark amusement. “Enough with the games.”My breath caught in my throat.Every instinct I had screamed run.But Ellis?That damn wolf was purring inside me like she was rolling around on a velvet rug dipped in hormones.Perverted mutt, I muttered internally.She moaned in response. “You know we don’t have to play hard to get. He’s ours, babygirl. Ours to claim,” she purred, practically salivating.I clutched the duvet tighter around me, legs locked together like a human chastity belt. I wasn’t going to make it easy—not after everything. Not when I was this vulnerable. Not when I could still feel the ghosts of yesterday clinging to my skin."I am not going to repeat myself, little Leister," Ares said, his voice suddenly rougher, edged with a dangerous growl. "Unless you want me to rip that duvet off and take you right where you are."My pulse spiked.He wasn't bluffing.Swallowing thickly, I