Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tethered To Fate : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 10: The Edge of the Knife(Nayla’s POV — First Person)“Hello, little wolf.”The words wrapped around me like a collar I didn’t remember agreeing to wear.I opened my mouth to respond—but nothing came out.Nothing but heat.It climbed up my throat, spread across my cheeks, made my palms sweat against the edge of the bar.I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think.Dominic Gray stood less than three feet away, and the weight of his gaze pinned me in place harder than any hand ever could.Jamie didn’t notice the tension.She leaned in with an eager smile, laughing too brightly. “So… are you always this generous with strangers, Mr….?”Dominic didn’t even glance at her.Didn’t answer.His eyes stayed locked on mine, quiet and devastating.I swallowed hard, gripping my glass like it could anchor me.“How was your day?” he asked, voice pitched low enough that it rolled over my skin without permission.Simple words.Terrifying in his mouth.I cleared my throat, forcing sound past the knot lo

Chapter 12: The Space Between(Nayla’s POV — First Person)The limo was sleek black leather and cool, clean air.Nothing like the cracked subway cars and grimy taxis I was used to.It smelled faintly of fresh leather, expensive cologne, and something sharper underneath.Something him.I slid into the very back seat, as far from Dominic as I could without making it obvious.Kayla practically threw herself into the seat across from me, landing with a dramatic sigh against Sloan, who just smirked and muttered something that made her snort-laugh.Dominic stepped in last, followed by Jamie—who immediately made sure she was glued to his side.She angled her body toward him like a sunflower chasing the sun, flipping her hair, laughing too loud at something no one said.Dominic didn’t move.Didn’t look at her.Didn’t even acknowledge the way her knee brushed his thigh like it was an accident.He just sat back, long legs stretched out, one arm resting lazily on the armrest, the other on his kn

Chapter 14: The Breaking Point(Nayla’s POV — First Person)He stepped closer.Slow.Deliberate.Until he was so near I could feel the heat rolling off him in waves.Dominic Gray.Alpha of the Neutral Zone.The man who could break me in half without lifting a finger.And yet…he just stood there.Watching.Waiting.His gaze dropped to my mouth, and my heart stuttered painfully against my ribs.I sucked in a shaky breath, tasting the electricity between us.Every part of me ached to close the distance.Every part of me screamed to run.I stumbled back a step, my palms damp, my voice barely more than a whisper.“Why?” I asked, my throat tight. “I’m no one.”The words hung there, naked and raw.I hated the way my voice cracked.Hated the way the old wounds bled out in front of him.Dominic didn’t flinch.Didn’t mock.He just moved closer again, slow and certain, erasing the space between us like it offended him.He leaned down, so close his mouth brushed my ear, and whispered,“Not to me

Chapter 16: Unspoken Wars (Nayla’s POV — First Person) I could still feel him. Even now—blocks away from his penthouse, boots clicking against cold sidewalk, coat pulled tight—I felt him. Dominic Gray. His mouth on mine. His breath against my skin. The way he looked at me like I was something rare and untouchable. It haunted me. Pressed into my ribs like a second heartbeat. He had offered me a car home. I refused. I needed air. I needed time. My body was still humming with memory, but my mind was splintered—fractured between want and fear, between past and possibility. I wrapped my scarf tighter as I descended into the subway station. And that’s when I saw them. Him. Nikolai. And her. Alara. They stood near the café on the corner—smiling, hands linked, dressed like they’d walked out of a magazine. He was laughing at something she said. She was looking at him like he hung the moon. It hit me harder than I expected. The ache I thought was dull and buried came ro

Chapter 18: Second Thoughts (Nayla’s POV — First Person) I clutched my phone tighter against my ear, my fingers going clammy despite the cool spring air brushing against my skin as I stepped out of the taxi. The city buzzed around me — horns, laughter, the soft shuffle of shoes on concrete — but all I could focus on was the steady hum of Kayla’s voice on the other end. “You’re seriously doing this?” she teased, her voice bright and a little disbelieving. “Dominic Gray? A gala? Fancy dresses? This is like Cinderella with fangs.” I let out a breathy, nervous laugh, shifting my bag higher on my shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Kay,” I admitted, my voice low. “I agreed before I could even think about it.” She snorted. “Because you wanted to. Don’t even lie.” I stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change, my heart hammering harder than it should. “It’s just… it feels like everything’s happening so fast. One minute I’m trying to figure my life out, and the next I’m