All Chapters of Fated to the Forbidden Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

That night, the forest seemed to breathe around us, the shadows alive with secrets and silence. Kade and I lay tangled in the cabin’s small bed, his hand tracing patterns along my arm.“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, voice rough. “Waiting for you.”I traced the line of his jaw, feeling the tension beneath his skin; the years of duty, expectation, and secrets finally breaking free.But even in this moment of closeness, a whisper of doubt crept in. The pack was still out there, and Luna’s hatred was sharper than any claw.“We’re not safe,” I said softly.He kissed my forehead. “I know. But we’re together. And that makes us stronger.”Outside, the wind stirred the trees, and the forest held its breath. The next morning, the peace of the cabin shattered when Kade’s friend, Rafe, arrived, eyes serious and voice low.“They’re coming,” he said. “Luna’s pack is hunting for Shea. It’s only a matter of time before they find you here.”Kade’s jaw clenched. “We’ll be ready.”I stared

The next morning, I woke with a pounding in my chest and a heat curling low in my stomach. It wasn’t a dream. I’d felt the earth. Heard it. Like it was whispering back to me.I sat up slowly, blanket falling off my shoulders, breath catching in my throat. My senses felt… sharp. The light coming through the window was too bright. The sound of birds chirping felt too loud. My skin buzzed like I’d been struck by lightning and was still carrying the static.Kade noticed immediately. He stepped into the room, shirt half-buttoned, hair still damp from washing his face outside. But his eyes locked on me like something in him already knew.“It’s starting,” he said.I didn’t need to ask what.My heartbeat picked up, fast and erratic. I grabbed the edge of the bed, but it was like the whole room tilted.My bones ached. Not in a sick way. Not like pain from injury. This was… growth. Like my body was stretching toward something it had been waiting to become.“Kade...” I gasped, biting down a cry

The night was thick with tension, the full Blood Moon hanging heavy over the Hollow. The air buzzed like electricity, every breath tasting sharp with anticipation.The Elders formed a circle around me, their eyes unreadable. Kade stood just behind, silent but unwavering.The first trial was clear: a test of tracking, a Silent Hunt. No shifting allowed. Just raw skill, instincts, and will.I swallowed down the tremble in my throat.“Begin,” the eldest commanded.I stepped forward, senses flaring. The forest around me seemed to blur and sharpen at once. The scent of earth, leaves, and hidden creatures flooded my nose.Every step was calculated, every breath measured.The pack watched, but I was alone in the wild.The scent trail was faint, an injured deer that had passed through hours before. The test was to track it without shifting, without letting the wolf take over.My muscles ached, my skin tingled, but I stayed steady.And then, from nowhere, a shadow moved, quick and silent.A rog

I barely had time to breathe after the third trial before the whispering started.It began with a single voice, one of the younger Elders, tall and sharp-featured, his silver hair pulled tight at the nape of his neck. I didn’t know his name, but I didn’t need to.The way the others turned to listen told me everything.“She’s too calm,” he said, voice just loud enough to carry. “Too controlled. No one touches the fire without shifting, without pain. And yet she walks out… stronger?”One of the older women narrowed her eyes. “You suggest she’s something else?”“I suggest she’s not just a mate,” he said coldly. “She could be a potential Alpha.”That hit the Hollow like a lightning bolt.Even Kade flinched beside me.“She’s human-born,” another Elder hissed. “That’s not possible.”“But her wolf came late,” the first one argued. “And look at how she endures. How she chooses not to shift, even when everything in her body demands it. That’s not human stubbornness. That’s Alpha discipline.”I

The dust hadn’t even settled when the Elders stepped forward.Marisol lay on the edge of the circle, heaving, fury in her eyes but defeat in her body. She didn’t speak. She didn’t rise. Her pride bled more than her skin.Kade rushed to me first, hands on my shoulders, eyes scanning me for bruises, cuts, breaks.“I’m okay,” I said, though my ribs ached and my hands trembled. “I didn’t shift. I didn’t even come close.”He looked both proud and terrified. “You could’ve killed her.”“I didn’t.”“That’s what makes you stronger,” he murmured.The oldest Elder, his silver beard glowing pale in the moonlight, stepped between us. His voice rang out like thunder in a storm.“Shea Carter has completed all three Trials: Instinct, Control, and Past.”The pack fell into absolute silence.“She has survived the fire. She has resisted the shift. She has faced the blood of the Old Law and stood her ground.”Another Elder added, “And shown mercy in victory.”They always said the Trials were tests of wor