All Chapters of Tethered To Fate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 50: The Next Step (Nayla’s POV) The sun was just beginning to dip below the trees as we pulled out of the forest. I sat in the passenger seat, still buzzing with energy, Sky thrumming just beneath my skin like she’d finally come alive after being locked away. Dominic drove in silence for a while, one hand on the wheel, the other resting gently on my thigh—grounding, warm, protective. Neither of us rushed to speak. Finally, I turned to him. “That was the first time I’ve felt… whole. Since before everything happened.” His thumb brushed over my leg. “You felt the bond.” I nodded. “I’ve always known something was pulling me toward you. I just didn’t want it to be real.” “I know.” I looked out the window, heart racing with a different kind of fear now. “So… what happens next?” He glanced at me. “That’s your choice, Nayla. I told you before—we go at your pace.” “I know,” I whispered. “But I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore. Not of what this is.” The city lights began to

Chapter 52: Shadows in the Light (Nayla’s POV) The scent of coffee and something buttery pulled me from the haze of dreams. Dominic was already in the kitchen, dressed down in a fitted black t-shirt and sweatpants, barefoot as he plated up breakfast—eggs, toast, and perfectly crisped bacon. I wrapped one of his robes around me, the silk brushing my skin, and padded toward him, still half-lost in the echoes of last night… and what followed. He looked up and smiled. That quiet, devastating smile that always made my stomach flutter. “Morning,” he said, voice still thick from sleep. “Morning.” I sat at the kitchen island and reached for the steaming cup he slid toward me. He joined me on the stool beside mine, then cocked his head slightly. “You slept okay?” I hesitated, wrapping both hands around the mug. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was exhausted. But then I had this dream. It felt more like a memory, or a warning. I’m not sure.” His brow furrowed. “Tell me.”

Chapter 54: A Shift in the Air (Nayla’s POV) There was something about Mondays that always made the building feel colder. I stepped into the firm’s lobby, the scent of coffee and copier toner greeting me like usual. But the energy felt… heavier. Off-kilter. I couldn’t explain it. My heels clicked against the marble as I made my way toward the elevators, ignoring the weird pit forming in my stomach. By the time I reached the main floor, the feeling hadn’t left. If anything, it had sharpened. I caught sight of Jaime at her desk, her brows pulled into a tight line as she scrolled through a document on her screen. Normally, she would’ve glanced up and hit me with some kind of sarcastic “survived the weekend” remark or at least a smirk. Today? Nothing. “Morning,” I said, pausing beside her desk with a smile. She looked up briefly. “Hey.” That was it. No joke. No warmth. Just a glance and a word. I blinked. “Rough weekend?” “Just busy,” she said, eyes flicking back to

Chapter 56: Cracks in the Glass (Jaime’s POV) The first sign was in her eyes. Nayla’s laugh faltered mid-sentence, her gaze drifting to the skyline like she was trying to anchor herself to something distant. Jaime tracked every movement—how her hand shook slightly when she reached for her drink, how her chest rose a little too fast, too shallow. “You okay?” Jaime asked, tilting her head, tone perfectly casual. Nayla nodded slowly. “Yeah… just lightheaded. Probably the heat.” Kayla let out a low giggle, swirling her drink. “Girl, you’ve had half a cocktail and now you’re floating? Remind me to never take you to bottomless brunch.” But Jaime was watching more closely than Kayla. She saw the way Nayla’s jaw tightened, how her fingers curled like she was trying to grip something invisible. The way her posture changed, like she was bracing against an invisible tide rolling in from inside her. It was working. The potion didn’t unhinge control like a hammer. It loosened it.

Chapter 58: What’s Been Done in the Dark (Nayla’s POV) The ceiling above me was pale blue, softly lit, and slightly blurred around the edges. I blinked. Once. Twice. My mouth felt dry. My body—heavy. Like I’d been dragged through a storm and dumped back into my own skin. Something warm brushed my wrist. Then I heard it—low, steady breathing. I turned my head slowly and found Dominic seated in a chair beside the hospital bed, elbow propped on the armrest, head bowed. His hand was wrapped around mine. Even in sleep, he looked tense. “Dominic?” My voice came out cracked, more breath than sound. His eyes snapped open instantly. Alert. Focused. Then—relieved. “Nayla,” he said softly, leaning forward, cupping my hand between both of his. “Thank the gods.” I blinked again, trying to make sense of the stillness around me. “Where… am I?” “The supernatural wing of Westridge General. You’ve been here since that night at the rooftop bar.” My stomach turned. “What night