All Chapters of FATED TO THE MIDNIGHT ALPHA : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. My Gifted Perfection.

~ RAELIN ~"Fuck Fuck Fuck…"I quickly climb up the stairs heading for Layla's room in this wing section of the packhouse. Every hurried step seems to be worsening the thumping inside my chest and the ringing in my ears. My weight and speed makes the stairs creak, but I don't stop.To be honest, I want to ignore the symptoms of anxiety that I am currently feeling, but my body can't. The thought of Layla being dragged into this tribunal still fills me with so much annoyance but there is no way in fucking hell I am letting Markin win this. I am the Alpha. I will be there. Layla will be there. And I am not going to let that tribunal end the way Markin thinks it will.Finally reaching her room, I pause in front of the door for a moment to brace and prepare myself and my mind. I hate that I am hesitating, but fuck me if I lie to myself. I have already held back enough.I think of everything that could go wrong if I decide to turn around and leave now.The tribunal. The elders. Markin. Kira

Last Updated : 2025-05-01

32. A Different Kind Of Fight.

~ RAELIN ~ Just as I try to get closer and reach out to her again, she raises her hand, stopping me immediately. Fuck... Her reaction is justified, but it still cuts me deeper than I ever thought it would hurt me. “All I wanted was to protect you and figure out how to handle this without putting you in any danger,” I confess with all honesty. “I understand that you're angry now but—” “Being discovered in your pack is already a danger to me, Alpha Raelin,” She cuts me off, my stomach sinking further with the way she spurts out 'Alpha Raelin' like she doesn't give a fuck. She laughs bitterly. “Now that I am going to attend my death ceremony, how is that working out for you? I had told you to reject me and let me go but—!” “Just stop!” I both hate and love the command in my voice, but what is most important is that I move to tower over her, destroying the distance between us in an instant. The rest of my retort that had risen to my mouth dissolves as I helplessly stare down at this

Last Updated : 2025-05-03

33. Watching Over Me.

~ LAYLA ~AN HOUR LATER….I am already settled on the cushioned chair near the vanity table in my room with Aunt Gaia gently brushing my silky hair with a glass-like comb.Staring at the mirror before me, I admire my calm facial expression reflecting back to me from the mirror despite the truth that my heart is malfunctioning deep inside my chest. Today, this morning, the pack council of the Bloodhounds Pack will decide my fate here. Life or death. Acceptance or rejection.And I have no fucking idea which side the scales will tip for me.All my life, I have been running. First from the fire that consumed my home and family, and then running away from Kaliq and his ruthless scumbags that parade themselves as men. I have been running, only to find myself here and bonded to Raelin. The Alpha of this pack.Should I run? Should I plot an escape again? Is running every time even going to give me peace or solve anything? A huge discomfort settles inside my chest and answers the questions fo

Last Updated : 2025-05-03

34. More Than Magnetic.

~LAYLA~ Done with my makeup, Aunt Gaia keeps the application brushes back on the table. “Time to get dressed and eat before you go.” She adjusts one of the pins stuck into my hair. “You’ll do just fine." I swallow hard. "Why are you so kind to me?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "You barely even know me. I’m a rogue. Most people here would rather see me dead." Aunt Gaia’s eyes soften as we silently stare at each other in the mirror for a brief moment. "I’m a mother, Layla. A good one.” She answers, giving me a faint smile filled with a warmth that calms me down. “I can tell when someone’s heart isn’t dark, no matter where they come from. You’re not evil. And you're not lost either. You’re right where you need to be.” Her words sink into me, and I fucking feel like crying again as something swells up in my chest and behind my eyes, threatening to ruin my makeup. I blink rapidly, refusing to let the tears escape. "Thank you.” "Come on, let's get you dressed." She tu

Last Updated : 2025-05-05

35. The Accused.

~LAYLA~ Our car zooms past other vehicles that are in speeding motion along the expressway. Every second that passes by hardens the knot formed inside my stomach, making it almost unbearable for me. Breathe, Layla. Just breathe…. I know I can't shake off the fear, but surrending myself to it is not an option I am willing to take. Earlier, Raelin had informed me that the trial is to take place at the pack's Grand Hall and that we are going to arrive there just in time. If I can have my way, I never want to arrive at that wretched destination at all. I try remaining calm as I quietly breath in gulps of air to hold myself together from losing control. I also can’t help but wonder if this is how prisoners on death row feel on their way to execution because it's not at all funny when one is being trapped with the sure promise of inevitable death whilst still praying and having that tiniest of hopes that they will somehow escape death and continue staying alive. I am scared, but I refu

Last Updated : 2025-05-05

36. To Live A Normal Life.

~LAYLA~ “Let her trial begin.” The gravity of those words descend on me like a death sentence already dished out to my life. However, I allow myself to breathe and keep believing strongly that everything is going to be alright. On my way towards the stand already pointed out to me by Elder Theron who had announced the commencement of my trial, I recall Aunt Gaia's words now ringing inside my mind: 'Hold your head high. Don’t let them see your fear.' That is exactly what I will do. I will not break neither will I let myself be crushed here even though my guts are still twisting into hard knots. I keep chanting the mantra inside my head even when I am few steps away from the stand with everyone's eyes already stuck to me like I am carrying a heavy burden they all see. Reaching the stand, I pause, fear threatening to consume me, my breath catching in my throat. But then again, what do I have to lose except my precious head? Mustering up my courage once more, I move to take my pla

Last Updated : 2025-05-06

37. Verdict.

~ LAYLA~ My Alpha has had enough. The entire hall is still deathly silent while my heart is hammering against my ribs as every eye in the room turns towards Raelin. He hasn’t moved an inch from the spot where he is seated. However, his alpha aura is so heavily felt inside the hall. A power that is unquestionable, offers no escape, and simply cannot be disobeyed. “Are you all finished?” He rises from his chair, looking so sexy and commanding his authority over everyone. His eyes sweep across the entire crowd. "I have something to say in defense of the accused.” The murmurs stir again among everyone even among the Elders. "Alpha Raelin,” Elder Theron rises from his seat as he addresses Raelin, “As per protocol, if you wish to speak in defense of the accused, you must take the second stand." He gestures to the raised wooden platform facing mine. “I fucking know that but thank you, Elder Theron.” Raelin replies in a tone that sounds obviously annoyed. He quickly steps down from wh

Last Updated : 2025-05-06

38. Tantrums.

~LAYLA~ The trial is over. The verdict of my Alpha has been passed. I am free. The heads of the pack families rise first from their seats and shuffle towards the exits. From where I am still enclosed in the stand, I can hear their voices and murmurs: "How could this happen?" "An outsider? His fated mate?" "She should have been executed.” “Maybe our Alpha has a point…” Without a doubt, I know that the war of my acceptance in this pack is far from over. But I believe I am making progress. Drawing in a breath, I manage to succeed in drowning out their voices from my head. Stepping out from the stand, my attention falls to the second stand where Raelin had stood and defended me. His words still ring in my ears: Would you have me reject and kill my own mate? Right fucking now? The memory sends an instant shiver down my spine. I know he said it for effect, to drive his point home, but the brutal conviction in his voice as he said it still unsettles me a bit. He could have done it if

Last Updated : 2025-05-09

39. Want Some Sugar?

~LAYLA~ On the journey home, my mind replays the events of the trial like a broken record: Markin's and Kira's loud accusations, Raelin's defense, Kira threatening me after the trial, the way Markin had stared at us, particularly at Raelin back there in his car. I am thinking too much, and I have this deep exhaustion that has settled into my bones. Leaning against the warm leather of the backseat, my fingers trace over the locket pendant of my necklace absentmindedly. Caleb is sitting in the front passenger seat and nonchalantly munching on vanilla waffles like he didn't accompany me to a battlefield that had wanted to claim my head. Derek is behind the wheel. His focus is on the road as he drives us home. Home.... Do I belong here? Or am I just an unwanted presence causing more problems than I’m worth? My thoughts are everywhere. Doubt. Hope. I should feel completely relieved. I should feel safe after what Raelin did for me today. However, fear is such a sick, stubborn, clingy t

Last Updated : 2025-05-11

40. Memories.

~LAYLA~The moment I step into my room, I am hit by another wave of exhaustion. My body aches, my head is heavy, and my mind… I am just so tired.After closing the door behind me, I place the plate of chocolate cake on the small center table in the room near my bed. Aunt Gaia’s kindness is something I am still in awe of, and even though I am too drained to think too deeply about it right now, that doesn't stop me from reminding myself that she has shown me nothing but love and kindness since the moment I met her.And I really appreciate that.Cursing under my breath, I kick off the damn heels that have been killing me all day and sigh in relief when my feet finally touch the cold floor. Then, with exhausted, sluggish movements, I undo the zipper of my dress and let it pool at my feet. One by one, I remove my jewelry, except for my locket necklace which remains nestled against my skin. After that, I tug out the hairpins securing my chignon hairstyle, and as the last one slips free, my

Last Updated : 2025-05-13

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