All Chapters of Fated to the Forbidden Three: A Triple Mate Bond: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella’s POVI tried calling Trenton again, to tell him that something was chasing us. That something was chasing me. But when I turned back to where I had seen the image, there was nothing there. I was almost beginning to think that I was hallucinating. I tore through the trees after Trenton, branches clawing at my clothes, my heart pounding louder than my footsteps. The forest was thick here, the shadows deeper, heavier, as if they knew something had shifted and were trying to keep the truth hidden.But it was too late for that, the Slade brothers and I knew something and we wouldn’t stop until we learnt the truth.Trenton stumbled into a small clearing, dropping to his knees. His body jerked, twisted—like it was fighting itself. A raw, animalistic snarl ripped from his throat. His skin shimmered beneath the moonlight, veins darkening, stretching across his arms like black lightning.I stopped just short of the clearing, my breath caught in my chest.This wasn’t just a shift

Isabella’s POVAnd the earth beneath the shrine shook.The runes exploded in blinding light.And the altar cracked open, a roar echoing through the mountains—Something ancient had awakened beneath us.Something that didn’t want to be bound at all.The ground buckled.The cracked altar split fully down the center, unleashing a gust of heat and a deep, rumbling growl that did not belong to any mortal beast. The runes flared so brightly I had to shield my eyes, and the fae stepped back into the shadows with an eerie calm, as though he’d been waiting for this.A shape began to rise from beneath the shrine—a clawed limb of pure obsidian, steaming with ancient power. Whatever had awakened wasn’t just part of the mountain.It was the mountain.“The Heart of the Beast,” the fae whispered. “You’ve stirred it.”“What is it?” Trenton demanded, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity. His body tensed like he was ready to fight something ten times his size.“The one who guards the fate of the bon

Isabella's povWe all went home like nothing happened, none of us spoke to each other. The cold, marble floor was unforgiving beneath my bare feet as I opened my eyes to another day in this sprawling, hollow mansion. The sun barely peeked through the heavy curtains, casting a muted glow across my room. Now, the room felt like a beautiful, suffocating cage, one that I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried.I sat up, running my fingers through my tangled hair, and took a moment to gather myself. The night had been too heavy, too full of unsaid words and the raw, volatile energy of the bond. The Slades, each of them; lingered in my mind. Their unspoken tensions, their cold stares, their refusal to face what had changed between us. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep pretending. Pretending that everything was okay when nothing felt right.I thought of Cain for while, I remembered how he had shamelessly betrayed me. Only goodness knew what he was up to next. I stood, still

Isabella’s pov The howl was still echoing in my ears as we rushed down the corridor.Darcy, Trenton, and Oliver had shifted into full protection mode, each of them tense, alert, and terrifyingly silent. My mother tried to stop me before I could follow, her hand gripping my wrist.“You stay here—”“I’m not hiding,” I snapped, jerking away. “You think Cain will stop just because I’m in the damn pantry?”My mothers face blanched, but she didn’t argue.Outside, the Moon Crest estate was bathed in silver moonlight, shadows stretching unnaturally long across the stone courtyard. Guards were already posted, weapons drawn, eyes scanning the tree line. But the howls had gone silent.Darcy was speaking in low tones to the patrol captain when a low growl rumbled from the eastern treeline, and then—movement.The movement was too fast, it was too calculated. A shadow broke through the tree line and darted straight past the first layer of guards, teeth bared, eyes glowing red.“Cain’s wolves,”

Isabella’s POVI asked, but it didn’t answer. But the shadows around it pulsed, and suddenly I saw flashes, visions, like pieces of a shattered mirror. A cradle, then fire. Then I saw a woman screaming. A child with glowing eyes.Then it was gone, the vision stopped. And my bond flared awake again like a heartbeat returning after death.I didn’t sleep the rest of the night, I didn’t dare.The words whispered by the cloaked stranger still echoed in my head, "You’re not who you think you are."The phrase twisted in my chest like a blade, I used to think that I didn’t know who Trenton really was. But it was beginning to look like I didn’t know myself either. Every second since then had felt too sharp, too loud. When dawn finally broke over Moon Crest territory, I knew I couldn’t ignore the storm building inside me anymore.I left my room with purpose, heading toward the south wing where my mother had taken up residence in one of the guest suites. I just opened the door and went in, I