All Chapters of Tethered To Fate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: All That We Are (Nayla’s POV) Dominic kissed me like he was tasting a miracle. Slow. Deep. Unhurried. His mouth molded to mine like he had all the time in the world—and all he wanted was me. When his hands came to my hips, his grip was firm but careful. He pulled me closer until our bodies aligned, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. My shirt was lifted over my head and tossed aside. His eyes drank me in, lingering on every part of me like he didn’t want to miss a single detail. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Every inch of you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more perfect.” I felt heat rush to my skin—not just from arousal, but from the way he saw me. There was no hesitation in his gaze, no shadow of doubt. Only hunger. Only worship. I reached for his shirt and tugged it up and over his head, my fingers trailing across the hard lines of his chest, the deep grooves of muscle and warm skin. He was solid under my touch, but his eyes were soft—like I wa

Chapter 93: The Sigil’s Echo (Nayla’s POV) It had been three days since the Moon Goddess appeared in our dream. Three days since she told me my parents were murdered because of who I was. Three days since I learned the prophecy wasn’t just some old legend—it was written in my blood. And I hadn’t really slept since. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see anything—but I heard her voice again and again. “Your family was slaughtered. Not by fate. By fear.” The words haunted me more than any image could. Dominic had started watching me the way you watch a flame too close to the edge of a curtain—calm on the outside, but ready to lunge. I curled deeper into the corner of the couch, knees tucked to my chest, fingers tangled in the loose hem of my shirt. The sun had long dipped behind the skyline, but I barely noticed the shift from light to dark. “Still not sleeping?” Dominic asked gently. I looked up to find him standing in the doorway, a towel draped over his shoulde

Chapter 95: Bloodline Awakening (Nayla’s POV) The coffee sat forgotten in the sink, the sketchbook tucked under my arm like a lifeline as we rushed out the door. Dominic didn’t waste time. He helped me into his car like something urgent pulsed beneath his skin, like the air itself had changed after what he found in the woods. I could feel it, too — a quiet hum, deep in my bones. Something was waiting for me. The drive started in silence, the city melting behind us as the tree line grew dense, swallowing concrete and sky. I rested my forehead against the window, the glass cool and grounding. My fingers traced the edge of the drawing in the sketchbook on my lap. I’d stared at it so long this morning I saw it even when I blinked — that moon, that wolf, the fire braided through the lines like it was burning to be remembered. “I’ve always had this ache,” I said quietly, not looking away from the glass. “This hole inside me. I used to think it was loneliness, or abandonment. But I thi

Chapter 97: Eyes in the Smoke (Unknown POV – External Threat) The scent of old magic traveled farther than most expected. It rode on the wind like ash—thin, silvery, nearly invisible unless you knew what to look for. But they knew. They always had. From the cliffs above the Crescent Ridge Forest, the hooded figure stood motionless, eyes fixed on the horizon as the last tendrils of light faded behind the trees. Night was settling in, but something far older had already stirred. “She’s awakened it,” the voice said, dry and sharp as bark. “The temple.” A second figure joined them, heavy boots crunching softly over dried needles. This one was taller, broader, with shoulders like a battering ram and a scar running from temple to jaw. His armor was dark leather, reinforced with silver-tipped steel and etched with faded sigils long outlawed by the Council. His nose wrinkled. “The magic is unmistakable. It’s not just awakening. It’s responding.” “She must’ve touched the altar,” the fi

Chapter 99: The Price of Failure (Nikolai’s POV – First Person) She didn’t even look surprised to see me. Jaime stood near the broken window, her arms crossed like that might keep her spine from shaking. The wind slipped through the cracked glass and pushed her hair into her face. She didn’t brush it away. “You’re early,” she said quietly. I shut the door behind me. The lock clicked like a clock running out. “I thought you might’ve done something worth rewarding,” I said. “But here I am.” Her lips parted, but no words came. “Still no potion in her blood, Jaime?” I asked, voice deceptively calm. “Still no severed bond?” “She’s been locked down,” she said quickly. “Security around her’s tightened. I couldn’t get close.” “You told me you had access to her. That Dominic was growing careless. That he left openings.” “I thought he did,” she snapped back. “But she barely leaves the damn apartment. Maybe once. A coffee shop run and nothing since. I couldn’t—” “You couldn’t do the