Todos los capítulos de Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

“This is stupid,” Selene hissed from she was sprawled on Killian’s office couch, lazily thumbing through one of the magazines he’d left on the coffee table next to her. She was looking sideways at him with a lazy eyed expression, and something about it pissed Killian off. He growled low in his throat, turning the full force of his gaze on her. “And what exactly is it that you find stupid about this entire situation?” “This ridiculous beef you have with Ronan now, just because he took back a member of his pack. One you weren’t even meant to have kidnapped in the first place. It’s incredibly stupid.” She ended the statement with a final clap of her magazine. “That pack member is mine.” He hissed, “That was the basis of our trade with Hansel, he give me Raine and I’d give his father the witch. But he has gone behind my back, and now I will forsake both him and his plans.” Selene scoffed, very obviously done with the bullshit. “Oh please, this righteous act is getting on my nerves.

Matthias hated himself. He hated everything surrounding this situation. He looked at Raine, and the guilt rose like bile in his throat, thick and choking, until he could barely breathe around it. He wrenched his gaze away from her, his jaw clenching hard enough to crack bone, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He couldn’t afford to unravel here, not in front of her, not in front of anyone. The pack was still watching, waiting for their alpha to get a grip. When the last of the earth had been thrown and the funeral rites ended, the crowd began to scatter, their murmurs soft and reverent as they drifted away in small clusters. But Matthias remained where he was standing, rooted to the spot, staring down at the freshly covered grave, his breath dragging rough and uneven from his lungs. He didn’t even hear Raine approach. But he felt her, unsurprisingly. She came to stand behind him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, soft and steady ag

The walls had begun to close in on her. Raine could feel it in the way the air thickened with every step she took inside the pack house and every passing glance sharpening against her skin, even though no one looked at her for too long. No one suspected. Not yet. But it didn’t matter. She felt exposed anyway. She couldn’t breathe here,not with the weight of her secret curling tighter beneath her ribs, not with Lyra’s words still lingering in her ears, soft and ominous, a warning she couldn’t forget. Secrets had a way of coming out eventually. She needed air, and fuck she needed space. By nightfall, she was slipping past the borders, her steps light, careful, her heart pounding far too loudly in her chest as she crept beyond the safety of the territory. She told herself it was only for a few hours. It wasn’t like she was running. But she was lying to herself, the same way she had been lying to everyone else. The town was quiet by the time she reached it, cloaked in the soft, mut

Matthias could not remember the last time the pack house had been this quiet. It must have been decades ago, and even then it had been a sort of quiet that was far different from this one, soft hush of peace and warmth as the wolves settled in after a full moon’s hunt. This was a different kind of silence, brittle and worse, it was the quiet that settled after the screaming stopped, After the digging was done and the fires burned themselves down to embers and there was nothing left to watch but ash cooling on the wind and the scent of freshly turned earth as his life’s blood was reduced to nothing but food for maggots. Matthias was going mad. He had been in this seat since before dawn, a heavy-backed chair that groaned beneath his weight, as the scent of smoke and iron settled thick in his lungs. The embers in the fireplace still burned low, its flames half-hearted, as if even they were tired of pretending to bring warmth. He hadn’t slept since the funeral. The war table was litter

Raine got the message three days after Killian came to the park house. It’s had been days since she last saw Ronan, and she was beginning to feel as if she was the only one in the pack who was the burden of this secret on her shoulder. Mathias had been busy trying to find the killers of his son. Most members of the pack we're beginning to question his sanity. Rain was driving herself crazy trying to keep this pregnancy a secret from not only him but Ronan as well. So, that morning, it did not come as a shock when the big black bird flew into her room with the summons in its claws. She was not familiar with this communications tactics and so at first she only stared at the big black bird and wondered in fear if somehow she had been found out and was being summoned to the elders for judgements. But then she saw the familiar Insignia of the Voss pack and knew it had to have come from Killian. Hesitantly, she approached this bird and reached out very carefully to take the piece of pap