Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated bonds: Her Cure, His Regret: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 147

Ashley’s P.O.V.As Grayson agreed to stay, the servants placed his stuff back in the guestroom again. The day felt strangely freeing as I took the wheel with my buddy beside me, both of us laughing at the radio chatter and sharing little stories along the way.I drove through the heart of pack lands, pointing out the grand hall built centuries ago, where generations of Alphas had been crowned. It was a stone façade carrying the weight of history, weathered but proud. We stopped by the training grounds, watching young warriors spar with a discipline that made Grayson growl in admiration.“The Eastern Gardens Pack is richer in tradition than I expected.” He said as we strolled past the murals painted along the outer walls, depictions of battles, treaties, and moments of unity.“Sometimes, history feels heavier than pride, Grayson.” I answered, though I smiled when his curiosity reminded me that victorious wars were the medals of strong Alphas. The drive carried us further into town,

Ashley’s P.O.V. Darkness had been the last thing I remembered, thick suffocating darkness that swallowed me whole after that brutal blow to the back of my head. Somewhere in that void, I floated helplessly, torn between dreams and nightmares. When my eyes finally fluttered open, it felt like breaking through the surface of deep water after drowning for too long. A sharp ache throbbed in my skull, each pulse dragging a wave of nausea through me. For a moment, I couldn’t even remember where I was or why the scent of blood clung to me. Then it came rushing back: the threats, Enzley, and Vincenzo leaving to face Cassidy. “No!” A desperate panic tightened around my chest as I jerked upright, calling hoarsely. “Enzley… Vincenzo…” My voice broke in the silence like a fragile glass, making me aware of my surroundings. I wasn’t in the safety of my mansion’s room or the stone path where I collapsed. Instead, I found myself sprawled across a vast, immaculate bed. Smooth satin sh

Ashley’s P.O.V. “No!” The ground tilted under my feet, my heart tearing open as though claws had ripped straight from my chest. My scream ripped through the night, raw, uncontrollable, drowning out everything else. I reached for his shoulders, shaking my head violently. “No! No, Vincenzo! Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that!” But his eyes didn’t flicker, didn’t burn with the fire that threatened us. They stayed cold, deadened by the loss. I clutched at Vincenzo’s bloodied shirt as though I could shake the truth out of him. “No! This can’t be true. You went to bring him back. Cassidy wanted the pack papers. Then why? Why couldn’t you save him? Why isn’t my son here?” Before he could answer or even breathe, a sound sliced through the night, cruel, venomous, and merciless. Cassidy laughed coldly. “I don’t play by the rules, Ashley!” She mocked, her voice carrying a poison wrapped in sweetness. “I have taken both: the pack papers and your son’s life. And it’s fair, don’t

Epilogue Ashley’s P.O.V. The grass bent beneath my paws, cool and damp with dew, while the morning breeze kissed my white fur. I stretched my stride wider, faster, until the earth itself seemed to drum beneath with my heartbeat. The sky was painted in soft pastel-lavender clouds, melting into golden light. I felt truly free; the invisible pain in my chest was gone. It was just me, my wolf, and the wide-open field. The scent of wildflowers drifted into my nose, filling my heart with joy. I veered toward a patch of them, brushing my flanks against their velvet petals. The kind of run reminded me of my first shift when I had nothing but my wild heart and the wind at my side. Throwing back my head, I howled, the sound ringing sharp and clear in the air. My paws thudded against the earth, and soon, I spotted a pond, its glimmer captivating my attention. I padded softly towards crystal-clear water. The liquid shimmered under the sunlight, so pure it looked like melted diamonds.