Fated to the Forbidden Three: A Triple Mate Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 48

Isabella’s POV We all treaded the park house very carefully, hoping to get proof that Cain wasn't really here for proof and Callen, one of the pack members' birthday was the perfect time. The night was cool but alive with the crackle of firelight and laughter. Callen’s birthday celebration was in full swing, the whole pack gathered around a large bonfire in the clearing behind the Slade estate. Callen, the new beta, had a big personality that filled every corner of the room. He was tall, broadshouldered, with a mop of unruly dark hair and an easy smile that made him instantly likable. Tonight, he was the center of attention, his booming laugh carrying across the crowd.The smell of roasting meat and sweet herbs floated in the air, mixed with the sharp tang of pine and the damp earth beneath our feet. I stood near the edge of the gathering, watching the pack enjoy themselves. After the recent tension with Cain and the fragile truce, moments like these felt like a lifeline, a remin

Isabella’s POV The sunlight was weak as I slipped quietly through the corridors of the estate, my footsteps muffled by the thick wool rug that lined the hallways. The note from last night weighed heavy in my pocket, its cryptic message circling relentlessly in my mind: “Masks will fall. The truth is closer than you think.” Who had left it? And what truth was the person talking about?I pushed those questions aside for now. Today, I had an appointment, one I couldn’t ignore. Riven had promised to teach me more about Cain’s magic, and I needed answers more than ever.The old ruins waited just beyond the eastern edge of the forest, halfswallowed by creeping ivy and ancient stones. Their shadow stretched long across the ground as I approached, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and dread.Riven was already there, leaning casually against a broken column, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.“Right on time,” he said, flashing that infuriating grin. “Ready to dig deeper?”

Isabella’s POV That night, as the camp settled into uneasy rest, I stood outside, staring at the dark forest’s edge. The stars glittered cold and distant, like silent witnesses.A rustle behind me made me whirl around, Riven stepped out from the shadows, his eyes gleaming.“You’re not safe,” he said softly. “Not here, not anywhere.”I met his gaze, feeling the heavy truth in his words.“We need to find the traitor,” I whispered.He nodded, “And soon, before it’s too late.”Behind us, the forest seemed to close in, alive with secrets and dangers unseen.And beneath the surface of this fragile peace we had, the game of loyalty was only just beginning.The patrol ended and we all returned to our various rooms. The night was unusually quiet, but my mind was anything but calm. I sat alone on the window seat in my room, staring out at the darkened trees beyond the estate, trying to steady the the way my heart was pounding in my chest. The shadows seemed to flicker and twist like living

Isabella’s pov A thick mist hung just beyond the windows, curling tendrils of fog creeping like silent ghosts around the ancient stone walls. Inside, the candlelight cast wavering shadows that danced and twisted across the high ceilings. My thoughts churned relentlessly, refusing to settle as I paced the dim hallway outside Oliver’s study. I could still feel the weight of the last revelation pressing down on my chest, suffocating in its intensity.My fingers traced the carved stone pillars absentmindedly. The estate was supposed to be a fortress, a sanctuary, yet somehow it had become a prison tangled in lies and forgotten magics.I steeled myself and stepped inside the study, where Oliver stood hunched over a large, glowing orb set upon the ancient oak desk. The orb shimmered with shifting shadows that seemed to writhe beneath the surface, reflecting something deeper than light. Oliver’s eyes, dark and serious, flicked up when I entered.“Isabella,” he said quietly, “there’s someth