All Chapters of Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The light that invaded my tired eyes had tears pooling out of them as soon as I opened them. I felt like I had overslept and tired at the same time but what shocked me was the new environment I was in. Looking around, the first thing I noticed was the smell of pine smoke, faint but steady, curling through the air. Then the rough scrape of wool beneath my cheek, softer than the hard ground I remembered collapsing on and for a moment I lay still, disoriented, the memory of running, of blades, of Stacy’s fierce eyes and Solren’s steady voice all blurring into a haze. I shifted slightly and hissed when my ribs ached like someone hit me with the hilt of a sword. My body was heavy, weak, as though every muscle had been wrung dry and I honestly could not remember the last time I felt like this. “Don’t move too quickly.” I heard his voice before I could even stand to my feet. The voice was Solren’s. The usual calm, patient, the same tone he had used years ago when guiding me through d

Yewa's P.O.V A year.It had been a full year since I crossed that invisible line into the human world and chose to bury Yewa and in her place, I became Christy.Christy was ordinary. Christy smiled at customers, made their lattes extra foamy, and learned how to balance three mugs of cappuccino at once without spilling a drop. Christy lived in a modest apartment with a creaky radiator and curtains that always smelled faintly of detergent. She laughed with coworkers about silly customers, groaned when the espresso machine broke, and sometimes joined them for late-night pizza after closing shifts.No one here knew about wolves or battles. No one looked at me and saw chains, scars, or curses.No one mocked me or saw me as undeservingI loved it here.Every day I poured coffee and scribbled names on cups and walked home under the glow of neon signs and human music echoing from bars, I told myself this is life. This is freedom.It was a normal life for them but it was extreme luxury f

The General's (Eric's) P.O.VThe immediate loss of breath I felt in this moment was one that I could never explain. I've heard people talk about heartbreaks and how much they wished they could turn the time back for certain things but I never understood it until now.If I could beg, I would but there was no one to beg to bring her back to me.It's not like she even wanted to stay but I was greedy.For the first time in my life I was greedy enough to keep her with me even though it meant she would hate me.It was toxic and selfish but just one look at her face was all I needed and now more than ever.As I walked back, I could hear the sounds of footsteps, and with the scents, I immediately knew they were my men and although I was supposed to feel at least a little bit of gratitude that they had been searching for me, I felt angry instead, as their scents were making hers even more nonexistent.It wasn't that I had any hope of her coming back.That hope had been strangled hours ago whe

The General's (Eric's) P.O.V“General!” Dylan’s voice was somewhere behind me, sharp and warning, but I didn’t hear him fully as my blood roared in my ears.The Alpha tried to sink his claws into my side but I'm sure he didn't expect that I was faster considering my broadness.I twisted, forcing his arm behind him until bone strained, and he snarled slamming his forehead into mine, with the crack resounding through the chamber. Pain flared, but I welcomed it. It sharpened me.Giving him joy time to even blink. I slammed him into the stone pillar, the impact making the walls quake, and with the speed in which he gets up, I realise that he isn't one of those weak alphas that rely on their soldiers for strength.Great. I loved the competition.The guards surged forward. Blades gleamed and raised high, ready to strike us both down if needed. The wolves’ warriors circled, growls rolling like thunder, their eyes glowing yellow in the flickering light. “So this is the Tiger’s famous cont

The General's (Eric's) P.O.V “It's just a phase.” “It will pass.” “He never felt any special emotion for anyone before so he thinks his attraction is love” They all said whenever they saw me look miserable as I was indeed miserable. They said it would pass. It was easier for them, in those early days, to call it a phase. “The Tiger General ensnared in some brief folly”. That belief kept them comfortable. It kept their faith in order intact, but the men who watched me night after night, those who ate with me, fought at my side, and slept within the radius of my command began to see the truth written on my face. That the “phase” didn’t pass, and instead,the hollow in me deepened. There were moments they thought I was simply punishing myself when I would ride until my throat burned and the horizon looped strange and empty. When I traced the places on the map where we had last smelled her, tiny notations, circles within circles, and then I would pack and leave again, I s