Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tethered To Fate : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chapter 60: Echoes in the Static (Nayla’s POV) I kept waking up before the dream could end. Over and over again—laughter, glass clinking, the warmth of Kayla’s arm brushing mine, the soft scent of citrus and summer wind. Then—blur. Sharp, metallic edges. My body untethered. The railing biting into my palms. A voice. Not loud. Just… off. “Here, drink this. You looked like you needed something strong.” Then it all dissolved. Static. And every time I opened my eyes, I half-expected to be back on that rooftop, trembling and out of control, my body rebelling against me. It had been two days. I was home. The hospital bracelet was gone. My vitals were normal. Dominic had barely left my side since. But the moment I was alone, the silence pressed in like a second skin. I moved through the penthouse barefoot, the marble floors cool beneath my feet. The mug of tea Dominic left on the nightstand had long since gone cold, but I picked it up anyway. The scent was calming, even i

Chapter 62: The World She Built (Jaime’s POV) The apartment was quiet, sunlight cutting clean lines across the floor. Jaime moved through it like a shadow—measured, intentional. She set her coffee on the windowsill and stared out at the skyline, not seeing any of it. She wasn’t worried. She was waiting. Dominic hadn’t approached her. No questions. No accusations. That meant they had nothing solid. And if they had nothing, it meant she was still winning. Her phone buzzed. She didn’t check it. Instead, she walked to her desk and opened the drawer. Inside, neatly stacked: old firm memos, clean notepads, a printout of a monthly client rotation schedule from the very first month Dominic had used their building. She had studied it. Memorized it. Circled the dates he typically came into the office in person. The day she applied for the internship, she’d already calculated the odds of bumping into him in the lobby at least once a week. He still never noticed her. Not until

Chapter 64: Setting the Table (Nayla’s POV) The moment her reply came in, I felt it like a spike behind my ribs. Jaime: I’ve been thinking about you, actually. I didn’t want to push after what happened. I didn’t know if you wanted space. My fingers hovered over the screen. Dominic stepped closer, reading over my shoulder without asking. His expression stayed unreadable, but I could feel his energy shift. Focused. Calculating. “She’s trying to gauge how much you remember,” he murmured. I nodded. “She’s testing the water.” I started typing. I’ve been in my head about it. Honestly just confused. I don’t even really remember everything… just flashes. You giving me that drink. The dizziness. The pressure. Then darkness. I paused. Then added: You don’t think it was someone at the bar, do you? Like random? Dominic didn’t stop me. He wanted her nervous. Cautious. Just uncertain enough to keep trying to control the story. A few seconds later, another message came thro

Chapter 66: Stillness Before the Strike (Nayla’s POV) Delano Café was exactly how I remembered it—charming, polished, and forgettable. The kind of place meant for background conversations and soft breakups. The baristas wore polite smiles and neutral auras. The windows were tall, framed with copper ivy. It was the kind of place you’d never expect anything terrible to happen. Which made it perfect. I arrived fifteen minutes early. Not because I was nervous. Because I didn’t want her to see me walk in. I needed the upper hand—any edge. I needed to sit still long enough to feel the hum of my own pulse and remind myself that everything I was about to do was necessary. I ordered a tea I wouldn’t drink and took the back corner seat—the one next to the old brick column, with the soft lighting and the worst view of the door. The ring on my finger felt heavier today. Its quiet warmth pulsed against my skin, monitoring every spike of anxiety, every drop of adrenaline. Dominic had made

Chapter 68: Alpha Command (Dominic’s POV) The moment I stepped into the café, I knew we were too late to stop the first blow. The scent of blood and burning magic hit me in the face like a wall. Tables were overturned, drinks splattered across the floor, the soft café music still playing like a cruel joke in the background. Glass crunched under my boots. And in the center of it all—two wolves, locked in combat. Nayla’s wolf was the first thing I saw. And for a second, I forgot how to move. She was enormous. Larger than she should’ve been. Lithe but powerful, her coat a storm of silver and gold that shimmered even through the smoke. Her movements were fluid, practiced, lethal. She didn’t just shift like a wolf. She commanded the room like one born to do it. Jaime was snarling, snapping, bleeding from a wound on her shoulder as Nayla circled her again—wounded, yes, but not shaken. Not retreating. Not even close. I’d seen Nayla’s wolf before, but this was… different. Bigger