Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Sister's Fiance, My Fated Mate : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

**Elena**Master.Why does staring at Logan kneeling in front of me make my chest ache like this?The way his head is bowed, the way his eyes lock on mine…like I own every piece of him..it should thrill me. And it does. But at the same time, a strange heaviness presses against my heart, making it hard to breathe.I want to drag him closer, kiss that infuriating smirk off his perfect lips, ruin the perfection of his face until he moans my name.But… What if I’m not really what he thinks I am?“I… I’m sorry, Logan,” my voice broke as I tried to pull back, forcing my legs to move. “What if you’re making a mistake? What if the erection you felt was as a result of something or someone else?”I turned away, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, tugging me back, and before I knew it, I stumbled and landed right on his lap. His knees pressed into the floor, his body solid beneath mine.“Can you feel it?”.... Do you think my body could mistake this touch?” His voice was low, rough,

**Elena**“What… happened?” My voice was hoarse, scratchy, as the fog slowly peeled away from my eyes. I blinked, once, twice, until the blur gave way to the familiar sight.Not the training field. Not the canopy. My room.My head pounded, but the memory of Logan’s arms…strong, flashed behind my eyelids. For a moment I clung to it, but then a sharp, screeching sound ripped through my skull, splitting the memory apart.“Arrgh!” I winced, clutching my temples.“Lady Ena… are you okay?” A gentle palm pressed against my shoulder, grounding me. I turned slowly, meeting the worried eyes of the nurse at my bedside.I forced a shaky breath. “I… I think so,” I whispered, though the words didn’t feel true.Movement at the end of the bed drew my attention. The doctor stood there, his expression grim, clipboard in hand. The weight in his eyes told me this wasn’t going to be good.“What’s wrong, doctor?” My voice trembled as I sat up straighter, ignoring the weakness in my limbs.He hesitate

**Elena**Woah. Woah. Woah.Trumpets blaring, drums pounding, cheers breaking like waves. Canopies everywhere, bright colors catching the sunlight, the air buzzing as though the whole world had gathered to see this.And maybe they had.Logan’s words echoed, clear as the day I first dragged myself into this madness: WE TAKE ARCHERY VERY SERIOUSLY HERE.He wasn’t kidding. This wasn’t a simple game. This was a festival, a celebration, a show. I half-expected fireworks to burst over the sky. My palms were already sweating, and the bow hadn’t even touched my fingers yet.Two weeks. That’s how long it had been since the Irene and Blake mess. Two weeks of silence, as if they had vanished off the earth. And honestly? I didn’t know if I liked that or hated it. Their absence was both a relief and fear.Not that I had much time to dwell. My days had been swallowed up…training until my arms ached from pulling strings, practicing until the target blurred in my vision. And when I wasn’t shooting

**Elena**“Wh…what are you doing…” I shifted back a step, my heart racing so fast..Gasps exploded around us. “Don’t do anything stupid right now, Olivia…”Her name was everywhere. Alpha Zain, a few others, their voices sharp, panicked, echoing through the field.But Olivia didn’t move. She didn’t even flinch. Her eyes were locked on me, steady, unreadable, and that damn bow in her hands was aimed right at my chest.I lifted my hands, palms out and my throat felt dry. “It..it’s just a game. Please… put down the bow.”“Olivia!” Alpha Zain’s voice cracked…. “If we get disqualified, I’ll end you!” He was cussing at her.And then…just like that…she blinked. Almost like she’d woken from a trance.The bow dropped away from my body, smooth and slow, and she turned it back toward the target.The string snapped and the arrow flew. Directly at the center.Cheers filled the air, as if nothing had happened.Olivia grinned, flashing teeth at me. “See? You’re not the only one good at this.”I

**Elena**I stole a quick glance from the balcony to the field. People were already moving…chairs scraping, judges gone…. but those two? Still down there, rooted. Eyes locked…. Just them.Ena, stop it. I told myself that, hard. Logan promised to explain. Liam already promised. Promise, promise…words floating around me like confetti that won’t stick.“C’mon, Ena. You’re thinking things too much.” Liam’s voice, casual.. “I thought Logan already promised to explain everything to you.”“I mean… yeah.” I blinked on cue.. “But you’ve also decided to keep me in the dark. Seriously, Liam…. who is she? You know I’ve seen her in a picture in your room.” I poked at his chest like that might cough up answers.He laughed, the soft kind. “You know what? I’m done with you.” He shook his head and grinned. “Okay, I’m going in to get dressed. Since the celebrant… I mean the celebrants….have refused to get ready.” He winked and started to leave, doing the whole ‘I’m the reason parties exist’ thing.