Semua Bab The Curse of Fated Mates : Bab 91 - Bab 100

"And what would anyone gain from betraying his own pack over a power squabble?" Dante asked. “Over some land?” He added."Money. Power. Protection." Zuko listed off the usual motivations. "Or maybe Bianchi has something on them. Blackmail.”"What do you need from us?" Silas asked his Alpha. "I need records. I want to know everyone's movements during the days leading up to the attack. Who left the territory, when, why, who received messages, who met with outsiders." Sandro looked at each of them in turn. Rose shifted uncomfortably. "Alpha, with all due respect… how do we know it's not one of us here?"The question no one wanted to ask."We don't," I admitted. "We investigate everyone. Including ourselves.”——The room felt suffocating. For hours, we'd been going through names, records, timelines in an attempt to strike names off the list. Everyone was a suspect. No one was above suspicion. "We should strike her out. Rose was behind the defensive line during the attack," Zuko said, p

“In some old library archives in Spain,” I repeated, my heart hammering against my ribs. “It was tucked between a book about dark spells and such. Lin, who is she? Why does she look like me?”Lin's wings fluttered anxiously as she continued to stare at the painting. When she finally spoke, her voice trembled.“How have I never made the connection between you both?” She whispered, sounding like she was talking to herself rather than to me. “This woman…” She paused, seeming to gather her courage. “We don't talk about her in the fae world.” Her fingers trailed over a clump of words at the bottom of the page. “They called her Lekhia.”The name sent a shiver down my spine, though I didn't know why.“Who was she?” I asked, taking a position on the floor beside the bed so we were at eye level.“She was a faery. A powerful one, from over four centuries ago. My goodness, she looked exactly like you.” Lin looked at me again, disbelief still on her face. “She had magic, Elara. Magic that came fr

Sandro's POV"Get out."Dante hesitated at the doorway. "Alpha, we need to discuss—""I said GET OUT!" My roar shook the windows.He fled, Lin rushing behind him as he pulled the door shut. My chest heaved, my nostrils flared in anger as Dante’s word played over in my head. The moment it clicked, I swept my arm across the desk. Papers, pens, the lamp, everything crashed to the floor in a mix of broken pieces and scattering documents."Sandro—" Elara started."A red crow." I slammed my fist into the wall, feeling the surface crack beneath my knuckles. "That arrogant son of a bitch sent me a red crow.""What does it mean?" Her small voice cut through my rage."It means he's challenging me for my Alpha position." I turned to face her, feeling Raka clawing beneath my skin. "Traditional combat. To the death. Winner takes everything… the pack, the territory, the title."Elara's face had gone white. "To the death?""It's an ancient rite that hasn't been used in decades." I paced like a caged

We stayed in silence, burdened by all the things we couldn't say. I stood too, watching Sandro's shoulders rise and fall shakily, and something inside me shattered."Come here," I said softly.He didn't move."Sandro." I crossed to meet him. "Please look at me."Slowly, he turned. The devastation in his eyes nearly undid me. I'd seen various parts of this man. The fierce Alpha of Moretti Brun, my protective mate, the strategic leader, the ruthless don of Ombra Nera. But this…this broken man standing before me…he was foreign. I didn't know what to do.I cupped his face in my hands. "We're alive. That's what matters right now.""Elara –""Just listen." I pressed my fingers to his lips. "We're alive. We're together. And we will figure this out."He pulled me against him so suddenly, I gasped in surprise. His arms wrapped around me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded and he buried his face in my neck."I can't lose you," he whispered against my damp skin. "I can't lose anyone e

We were taking a very big risk, courtesy of me. I sat awkwardly on the old, rickety bench. We were in an old chapel. Judging by the dust all around, the place hadn't been used in a while.The owner of the voice had been a woman, probably in her mid thirties or late thirties. Somehow, she knew Sandro and even more surprisingly, believed that we were going to meet her if she didn't come to us. I was ready to shrug her off as some crazy lady in the countryside when she mentioned the name of the motel Sandro wanted us to stay for the night. Threatened, Sandro growled at her, barring his fangs on display. “What are you? Have you been stalking us, you witch?”I couldn't tell if Sandro thought she was a witch or if he meant that as an insult. She didn't smell like a witch to me. But either way, the woman didn't seem at all fazed.“Why don't you hear me out first before you start hurling accusations?” She asked, with a crooked smile playing on her lips. “There's so much you both need to kn