All Chapters of Tethered To Fate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: Chaos and Control (Nayla’s POV) The heat clawed at me like a fever, gnawing its way through muscle and bone, turning every breath into smoke. My skin was soaked with sweat, my body trembling from the weight of the forced desire curling in my gut. But underneath the haze, something stronger burned. Rage. The man returned like a shadow, smug and predatory, eyes gleaming with a cruel kind of satisfaction. He didn’t speak at first—just slowly unbuttoned his collar, stalking toward me like I was prey already cornered. His scent was thick—powerful and invasive, dominance layered with the sickly-sweet sting of potion. My instincts screamed run. But my limbs felt like fire and fog, and the strength I once had flickered like a dying flame. Still, I fought. When he reached for me, I waited until he was close—too close—and kicked. Hard. My bare foot connected with his side. Not enough to break ribs, but enough to knock the breath out of him and send him stumbling back. He c

Chapter 43: The Unraveling (Nikolai’s POV) The screen went dark. One second, she was there—curled up in the corner of the cot, heat still rolling off her in waves, her eyes glassy and wild—and the next, nothing. Static. Gone. Ripped from the compound like a flame snuffed out before it could burn. My chest tightened. I stood frozen for a moment, disbelief rooting me in place. Then rage hit—hot, blinding, primal. I slammed my fist into the steel wall of the control room. The sound echoed through the chamber, followed by a sickening crack. Metal dented. Skin split. Blood smeared the panel. I didn’t care. Pain was nothing compared to this kind of loss. A growl tore from my throat—deep, guttural, vibrating through my bones. It wasn’t human. It was him. My wolf. My other half clawing his way to the surface, demanding blood for what had just been taken. The door creaked open behind me. “Alpha,” Jacob said, voice cautious, his boots pausing just inside the threshold. “We confirmed

Chapter 45: Small Thanks, Heavy Thoughts (Nayla’s POV) The rest of the day passed in a haze. I sat at my desk, files open, documents in front of me, but none of it held. My eyes moved across the words, but my mind drifted again and again. Back to him. To Dominic—fierce, quiet, relentless. The man who tore through walls to find me. The man who didn’t take advantage, even when I was drugged and begging for release. The man who stayed beside me in bed, fully clothed, just so I wouldn’t feel alone. My fingers tightened around my pen. And Sky—my wolf—she stirred only when I thought of him. Her presence fluttered like a flickering flame. Distant. Weak. But still trying to reach him. He anchored her. He anchored me. I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen for a full minute before typing. Nayla: What do you want for dinner tonight? I want to cook. As a thank you… for everything. The response came faster than I expected. Dominic: Steak. Potatoes. Anything you make, I’ll eat

Chapter 47: Cloud Nine to Clouded Skies (Nayla’s POV) I couldn’t stop smiling. The whole day, I felt like I was floating. Still wrapped in the warmth of last night—of the way Dominic kissed me like I was the only woman in the world, like he’d waited lifetimes just to have me in his arms. The way his hands had fit perfectly around my waist, firm and reverent. The way he curled around me after, like my body was his home. We didn’t say much, didn’t need to. Just breathed together—steady, quiet, in sync. Sky still wasn’t fully back, but I felt her stirring stronger than before. Flickering just beneath the surface, like she could finally breathe, too. Like she was slowly returning to me after all the silence. Work had passed in a blur. I barely remembered the emails, the meetings, the phone calls. I was glowing. Floating. Relearning what it felt like to be wanted—no, claimed—even if he hadn’t said the words yet. I stepped out of the office building, my bag slung casually over my shou

Chapter 49: Run With Me (Nayla’s POV) The morning light slipped through the curtains, soft and golden. For once, I didn’t wake in fear or confusion. I woke with a strange calm settling over my chest—like something that had been fractured was starting to mend. Dominic was already up, standing at the edge of the bed, shirtless, his hair slightly damp like he’d just showered. He looked at me with a quiet smile. “I want to show you something.” “Right now?” I asked, stretching. “Right now,” he said, holding out his hand. I followed him out of the penthouse, through the elevator and down into the private garage. We drove in silence to the edge of the city, where tall trees swallowed the skyline and the scent of pine and soil grew strong. “This is part of the neutral zone’s outer territory,” he said as we walked toward a hidden trail. “Protected forest. Only those I mark as safe can cross it.” I inhaled deeply. The air was thick with life. “I thought maybe a run would help,” he sai