All Chapters of HER DESTINY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Abbey's point of view."Wake up, Abbey," someone called as I slowly returned to consciousness. "They are coming." Blinking away the haze of sleep, I found myself in the same uncomfortable position as the night before: my back pressed against the cold concrete floor, my knees tucked up. The cramped cell offered little space to move, making it impossible to straighten my leg forward.I offered Charity a small smile in gratitude for waking me. "Of course," she replied, assuming the same uncomfortable position as she stood up. I knew I couldn't survive without her. I had met Charity three weeks ago when the Red Moon's pack took over our own. She had been kind and gentle to me, especially considering I had just lost both my parents to this terror. My father had been the beta of our pack before it was taken over, while Charity's father had been an Alpha. She was supposed to be the first female Alpha after him, but their pack fell to the notorious Red Moon pack.The scent of approaching were

Abbey’s Point of ViewThe next thing I knew, I was standing under the harsh sun. My hair stuck to my face in the hot breeze, my skin burning where it wasn’t already bruised. I should have felt warmth, life—maybe freedom—but instead there was only pain.I winced as the cane struck my back again. My lips stayed sealed; screaming only earned me more lashes. My face still throbbed from the claws and the slap. There was no point adding fuel to their fire.I shuffled forward, last in a single file line. Kane, Titi’s brother, walked just ahead of me—we’d shared a cell minutes ago. Now we were here, marching towards death.“Keep moving. Don’t slow down,” the main guard barked, his voice bouncing off the trees. Fifty of us—prisoners—herded through the woods by armed guards. They told us to be quiet and obey “or else.” I didn’t want to know what “or else” meant. I could guess.My thoughts spiraled. How would they do it? A public execution? A bullet to the head? Maybe something worse. The Red Mo

Abbey’s Point of ViewI kept tossing and turning where I lay, my once peaceful expression twisted with fear. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I jolted awake, eyes wide and breath ragged. I clutched the blanket tighter, trying to convince myself it was just a nightmare — but it wasn’t. Every cruel detail was my reality. I was still trapped in this room, still wearing the same filthy clothes, my hair a tangled mess.I flicked on the light, heart hammering when I noticed the empty tray was gone. Someone had come in while I slept. My skin prickled as I checked myself over, half-expecting to find something missing or changed. But everything seemed untouched — except the tray. I swallowed hard, reminding myself the girl had said someone would come for it. Still, unease coiled in my gut.Hours passed. No footsteps. No voices. Nothing. I sat with my back pressed against the wall, eyes locked on the door. The silence made my thoughts scream louder.Finally — knock, knock.I knew that scent insta

Abbey's Point of ViewThe days blurred into a numb routine—wake up, stare at the wall, eat breakfast, stare again, eat lunch, pace a little, maybe exercise, eat dinner, and go to bed. Then repeat. Over and over.It felt like torture, being confined in this room. Maybe this was my mate’s twisted plan—to drive me insane before rejecting me. But I needed him to accept me. That was the only way to stay close enough to exact my revenge.I never imagined he wouldn't be furious after what I said in his office. That, somehow, made it worse.Sitting on the floor, I dug my nails into the baseboards, dragging them against the weathered wood. The bed remained untouched. Not because I wasn’t allowed to use it, but because I felt like I didn’t deserve to. While I had warm meals and clean sheets, Charity was out there—probably on a cold concrete floor, eating soggy bread. The guilt gnawed at me constantly.There was no clock here, just guesswork. Back in my former pack, I had a healthy sleep routine

Abbey’s Point of View"Enough of your little games. We have a lot to discuss," he said.His words sobered me instantly, washing away any lingering tension in the room. Jeremy gestured toward a pair of plush chairs tucked into the corner of his office.Reluctantly, I took the seat closest to the door—just in case. He powered himself into the chair beside me, linking his fingers together."I’m moving you out of the guest house," he said directly, looking me in the eye. "Aira is handling your things. You won’t be staying there anymore.""And where will I be staying then?" I asked, threading my fingers nervously."Back to the cell?" I added dryly."I’m not sending you back there. That place is for prisoners," he responded sharply, his jaw twitching—most likely in annoyance."Is that not what I am?" I asked quietly.There was a long, heavy pause before he replied."Not anymore," he said.His gaze burned into me, intense and unwavering."After what happened last night, I’m not comfortable w