All Chapters of Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

And to make matters worse, Raine, who was supposed to be by his side as the dutiful mourning mate, had been roaming the house like a disturbed victorian wraith ever since she recovered from her injuries. He wasn’t particularly a fan of her, but until he had the chance to replace with Selene, he needed her to keep face with the pack as perfect alpha heir. He found her alone in the conservatory that evening, where she thought no one came. The light had already begun to shift to that dull silver as the last of the light bled out of the sky, bleeding against the glass panels overhead. She stood at one of the long tables, carefully sorting herbs into small linen sachets. She was focused and very quiet. “Didn’t realize you were working,” he said, leaning against the frame of the doorway like he had every right to be there. Because he did. She was his mate. This house was his too, in all but name. Raine didn’t jump. She must’ve smelled him coming. But her fingers froze for just a second

Killian lowered the brass scope from his eye and tucked it into the fold of his cloak. His gloves were stiff with cold, but he hardly noticed. Not when all the lines he’d put in place were falling into place so beautifully. He hadn’t even needed to pressure Raine at all. She’d bent with the gentlest nudge. A patrol report here. A scout route adjustment there. Small, quiet betrayals she’d convince herself were harmless until they weren’t. He didn’t even have to coax her anymore, all he had to do was just remind her, with a word or a note, that he was watching her and that her secret lived in the palm of his hand. She came running every time. A flutter of wings drew his gaze upward. A familiar grey bird cut across the treetops and dipped low before perching on the nearby branch. It tilted its head expectantly. Killian retrieved the scroll he’d written that morning. Just three words in his looping, elegant hand: "Come walk the border.” He tied it to the bird’s leg and watched

But Raine knew her body was failing her, or maybe it was her mind, and it was finally cracking under the weight of all her guilt and the pressure of too many lies stacked on top of each other, threatening to Bury her whole. She sat curled on the window bench of her bedroom that morning, wrapped in a worn blanket that did nothing to soothe the chill that had settled into her bones. The frost had begun to creep along the glass, crystallizing in pale veins against the weak morning light. Outside, the pack compound moved like a distant hum, she could hear voices, the distant bark of someone training in the yard, noise all around her as life went on in the pack and everyone seemed to be moving on. Without her. Matthias hadn’t spoken to her in days, at least not beyond all the strained greetings he gave her in passing, or the half-hearted concern in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking. And Ronan had grown far too quiet. He was already ever in the pack nowadays, and ever si

And yet, he hadn’t said anything. That was the worst part. Ronan hadn’t raged or snarled out accusations, he hadn’t even demanded she explain. He had just looked at her and left. Now, hours later, she sat huddled on the edge of her cot in the empty infirmary, her knees drawn to her chest, while her fingers white-knuckled the fabric of her coat as if it could hold her together. But it couldn’t. Nothing could. Lyra had stepped out not long after Ronan left, muttering something about fetching more tinctures, or maybe just giving her space. Maybe she’d sensed it too that something had shifted, that Raine was slowly but surely, crumbling under the weight of her own mistakes. The walls felt too thin now, it was like every sound from the corridor had sharpened into knives. Footsteps, voices, laughter that didn’t belong to her. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes until the world behind her lids pulsed red. Ronan knew. She could still feel the echo of his gaze on her skin. Th

For some reason, Raine woke before the sun that morning, to the sound of the pounding on the roof, the rain having turned to snow sometime in the night with fleets of ice pounding against the window panes, hard enough to shatter the glass. But it wasn’t even that sound that woke her up first. It was something else, a shift in the quiet, like someone was holding their breath. It wasn’t even loud, or sudden, it was just wrong, like it shouldn’t be there. For a moment, she thought it was the wind outside, or the moan of the frost-stiff trees, maybe even the usual creak of the old house as it settled in the cold. But no it wasn’t any of that. There was someone in the room. Her eyes flew open, heart lurching to her throat as she pushed herself upright on instinct, breath caught in her chest like a bird in a trap. A figure stood just beyond the moonlight cutting through the curtains. Broad-shouldered and still, dressed in all black. In the haze of her fear, Raine registered that she knew