บททั้งหมดของ Fated in the Dark : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I tracked the faintest trace back toward the pack house, stopping at the wink the Elders were occupying while in the Blackstone Pack, when someone stepped from the shadows, quiet and calculated. “Following ghosts, Beta Rowan?” Lena. Her voice carried a low, mocking edge, but her eyes, they weren’t cruel anymore. There was something cautious there. “You’re wasting time chasing scents,” she murmured, stepping closer. “I can tell you who’s been speaking to Malor.” I narrowed my eyes, refusing to take the bait. “Why would you help us? Last week, you were ready to bury us.”Lena’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flash across her face. “Because I sat in a secret Council meeting, Jace. I heard what they’re planning for you, for all three of you.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “If you think forbidden bonds just get dissolved, you’re wrong. They’re talking about permanent removal.”Her words landed like a blow, but I didn’t let it show. “Names, Lena,” I d

The bells tolling carried through the compound, vibrating in my bones as I sprinted alongside Jace and Rhett toward the chamber. The sound was unmistakable, an emergency assembly. Even before we reached the carved double doors, the tension in the bond between the three of us was alive and shifting. Rhett’s Alpha energy burned like wildfire, Jace’s Beta steadiness thrummed beneath it, and my own pulse fought to match theirs. I didn’t need to ask what either of them was thinking. I felt it. The unspoken choice looming between us, marking, claiming, tying ourselves together for all to see, was about to collide headfirst with the Council’s scrutiny. The meeting chamber buzzed with unease. Elders lined the long crescent table, their robes dark as midnight, eyes sharp and watchful. Drayce Malor, the Council-appointed observer, leaned lazily against a pillar, his expression unreadable but his energy too still, a predator waiting to strike.Whispers rippled through the gathered Alphas, Bet

The scent of blood hit me before the roar split the night. One second, we were stalking through the undergrowth, every muscle coiled, ears sharp for the faintest sound. The next, the shadows exploded. Dozens of creatures poured from the trees, fangs dripping with venom, claws slicing through moonlight. Their eyes burned an eerie green this time. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. My wolf took the lead in a rush of instinct and bond-driven fury. I launched forward, tearing through the first beast before it hit the ground, the bond with Rhett and Jace thrumming violently inside my chest.Something in the air shifted, thick, electric, almost alive. “Left!” Jace’s growl thundered through my mind as his wolf intercepted two creatures lunging for me. Rhett’s presence burned through the bond like a wildfire, his Alpha command cutting through chaos and instinct alike.The three of us, three wolves locked in a forbidden bond, moved as one. It was instinctual, powerful and effective. It was a big red

The storm outside rattled the Alpha House windows, but nothing compared to the storm inside Rhett’s chest. Jace stood before him, tense and beautiful, his Beta strength steady, his wolf thrumming so loudly through the bond that Rhett could feel it against his own skin. They’d been circling this moment for days, maybe longer, ever since he’d claimed Jace in front of the Council, even before either of them fully understood what it meant. Tonight, Rhett knew exactly what it meant. “You’re sure about this?” Jace’s voice was low, strained, like he was trying to hold something fragile together inside himself. Rhett stepped closer until their chests brushed, the heat between them sharp and unrelenting. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He cupped the back of Jace’s neck, fingers threading into his hair. “The Council’s coming for us whether we hide or not. If we’re going to stand, we do it united. I want the bond solid. I want you.”Something in Jace broke then, his breath catching as

The acrid sting of wolfsbane still burned his nose, mixing with blood and ash as Rhett stalked through the battlefield, claws still wet. The monsters had finally retreated, or rather, been pulled back, but Rhett wasn’t fooled. Drayce Malor was still here and Rhett had had enough of shadows and secrets. He followed the bond, the thread of anger humming through Mira, and the steel-sharp tension in Jace, to where Drayce stood near the edge of the pack chambers, robes immaculate despite the carnage. That smug, detached calm was fuel to the fire roaring in Rhett’s chest. The Alpha didn’t ask permission. He shoved the chamber doors wide, the sound cracking like a thunderclap, drawing startled gasps from the elders seated within. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, dangerous, waiting to be unleashed. Drayce looked up, unbothered. “Alpha Rhett,” she said smoothly. “You are either brave or foolish to return, being a wanted man.” “Don’t,” Rhett snapped, voice low, lethal. “Don’t pretend