All Chapters of The Curse of Fated Mates : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sandro staggered back as if he'd been struck by lightning. I felt the exact same way too.“What are you talking about? This isn't real. You're in the safe house. You're supposed to be–”“Protected?” Sofia tilted her head with that same mechanical movement. “I think she's being mind controlled,” Makayla said, watching with increasing anxiety and I nodded.Tearing my eyes away from Sofia, I spoke up. “Sandro, I think she's being mind controlled.”He turned to me and the look in his eyes made me stumble back. He was devastated. This was worse than Silas’ betrayal. He considered my words for a moment. “Fight it!” Sandro pleaded, taking a step towards her. “Sofia, I know you're in there. You're stronger than this. Fight the control!”For just a moment, something flickered in Sofia's glazed eyes but it was gone before I could even recognize it, replaced by cold emptiness.“There's nothing to fight,” she said. “I serve the Master now. As will you all, once the harvest is complete.”The oth

The ground beneath our feet trembled.“What's happening?” Trevor called out, as we struggled to keep our balance. All except Sandro who stood still, glaring in Malachi's direction.The stone floor began to rise, moving as one solid piece and lifting us upward like we were on an elevator. The chained wolves screamed louder as they rose with us.Sandro grabbed my arm to steady me as the chamber ascended with speed.Above us, the rocky ceiling split open with a sound like the world tearing apart. Blood red moonlight poured through the widening crack and we burst into the open air.I stared in disbelief. We were no longer underground. The chamber had risen to become a massive stone platform elevated high above the temple ruins. Around us stretched an open space I'd never seen before. It looked like a circular arena carved from ancient rock, surrounded by pillars that reached up toward the blood moon.“What is this place?” Alessia breathed.“The original temple,” Father Matteo whispered in

Silas’ wolf crashed into the corrupted ones with devastating force, killing wolf after wolf. My confusion died down and was replaced with understanding.“They're with us!” Someone shouted. “They're fighting for us!”Hope sparked in my chest for the first time in hours. The new wolves came with something, fresh strength. Their vigor motivated Moretti Brun warriors and just then, we began tearing through the corrupted wolves with renewed efficiency.Silas shifted mid-battle, his human form covered in blood and dirt. “Moretti Brun!” His voice boomed across the battlefield. “I know what you all must think of me. I know what I've done. But I swear on my unborn child. I never betrayed you!”A corrupted wolf lunged at him while he was still talking. One of the new wolves intercepted it, tearing out its throat.“I let myself be captured!” Silas continued, ducking under another attack. “I let them blackmail me so I could learn their plans! So I could find their weaknesses but I knew if I share

Maria's POVMy heart had been heavy with pain and guilt for days, for over a week in fact. I couldn't function. I couldn't think or eat or sleep. All I wanted was to hear my mate's voice through our mind link telling me to relax, that everything was going to be just fine, and that it was all a misunderstanding.I waited, day after day but was met with continuous silence. Nothing. Just silence. My mate, the Beta of Moretti Brun, second in command to one of the most brutal Alphas in the coast, was a traitor. I had thought about it from every angle possible to give him every excuse available in the books.All so I could have an answer to one question.WHY?Why did he betray his pack? His Alpha? Me? Why did he belittle our bond like that? Most importantly, why didn't he think of our little girl who was about to be born? But right then, as I watched the battle that I had been watching for the past hours, one thing had changed. My mate was there, fighting for us like a man possessed and al

“You two are really stupid, you know?” Malachi pointed out. “How could you create a ritual circle within my own ritual circle and not realise you're doing me a favour?”Horror washed over me. “What?’“I wasn't trying to stop your little reversal ritual.” His voice went far across the clearing. “I was feeding it. Every word you spoke, every drop of blood you spilled, you were powering MY ritual, not destroying it.”I looked at Sandro and saw my own terror reflected in his eyes.“The prophecy you tried to sever?” Malachi continued, pacing now like a professor giving a lecture. “That was never the anchor. YOU are the anchor. Two of the strongest fated mates in centuries, willingly pouring their powers into a ritual circle I created.” He spread his arms wide. “Thank you, by the way. You've made this so much easier than I anticipated.”“That's impossible,” Lady Thalia said, but her voice wavered. “The reversal ritual is ancient. Sacred. It can't be corrupted.”“And it wasn't. All I needed