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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated by Mistake: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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001.

LIAM’S POV. Power wasn’t handed to me through sheer luck. I was bred for it, trained for battles and raised like a weapon. That’s what it meant to be a Moonfang, what I was raised to be—the Heir to one of the oldest, strongest Packs in Silvercrest. And at Silvercrest College—the elite school for children of influential Packs—I was expected to carry that name like a crown…or a blade. The marble beneath my boots echoed as I made my way through the arched halls of Silvercrest College. My father used to say that legacy had a sound—deliberate, sharp, never hurried. I’d learnt to walk in that manner. “Morning, Moonfang,” someone called as I passed. I nodded curtly, tight-lipped. Greetings were formalities that distract from purpose. I needed my mind clear and free of distractions, considering today’s auspicious event. Finally stopping at the front of the Great Hall, I pursed my lips into a thin line. I took a step further, clearing my head as I made to enter the Great Hall when a voic

002.

LIAM’S POV. I dashed out of Geraldine’s without waiting for Bethel, hopping into the car instantly. My heart raced at the thought of what had just happened. I’d waited so long to meet my mate. To my father, and the rest of the Pack, I needed a mate who’d rule by my side, continue the lineage and that, in fact, was the only thing delaying my father from installing me officially as his heir. And now, my chance of being that has being ruined. I felt empty. It’s a cruel game played by the Moon goddess. What have I done to deserve this?Being in an air tight car never eased me of the need to claim my mate, my gum itching with desperation as Zelest’s intoxicating scent filled my senses. It took everything in me to calm myself down. Mate. My wolf growled in my head. Claim mate!My mind was in various places—pulled and torn in different directions, I couldn’t think straight. I needed a clear mind.“To the lake house,” I muttered to my driver who zoomed out instantly. The drive to the lak

003.

LIAM’S POV. Throttle me now and I’d probably say thank you for it. Anything but this. I stared at the notice board, nerves threatening to explode as I saw my name being paired up with Disorder, otherwise known as Zelest Hawthorne. Rogue Psychology was an easy course but could also get tricky when you’re not fully invested into it which was why we took it as a group project, with various ideas to help you understand the concept. And yet, I was paired for the project with Zelest. That chaos magnet. I could picture myself getting a D in the course after being unable to cooperatively work with Disorder. Fate and its cruel joke. I couldn’t take my eyes off the notice board out of disappointment. We’d have to set our differences aside because there’s no way I was going to fail that course. A wave of spice and sweetness hit me like a brick. I didn’t need to look back to know who it was.His humorless laughter resonated behind me. “Well, look what we have here.” His voice grated at the

004.

LIAM’S POV. I was summoned.The email was short, awfully precise, and devoid of context. “Liam Moonfang, report to Professor Callahan’s office. Immediately.”“Are you sure you’ll go alone? You seem really gloomy,” Bethel asked for the umpteenth time as she trailed behind me. “I’ll be fine, Bethel. Thank you.” “Are you sure? I just want to make sure you’re alright—” “I said I’ll be fine, Bethel! What more do you want?!” I snapped at her, my voice rising. Regret registered on my tongue like an acrid drink as it scalded my throat while I watched Bethel’s face fall in despair. I always tried to avoid lashing out on her. “He’s a big boy, Bethel. He can handle Professor Callahan. Understand that or your presence will soon become a chore,” Thea stated, startling both of us by popping out of nowhere. Bethel turned to face her, her face twisting into something malicious. “Maybe you should listen to your own advice, Thea. You follow him everywhere like he’s your owner. I wonder how many

005.

Liam’s POV. This can not be happening. The door slammed shut behind me, stopping me in my tracks. That moment of panic brought the reality crashing down on me as Callahan’s words resounded in my head, haunting my very being. “One project. One paper. One tent. No switching partners. No excuses. And if you don’t return with results… you’ll retake the entire course. Individually.” I tried working with Zelest Hawthorne once and it was disastrous, leading to an awful emotional outburst between us—well, mostly from me—causing a strain on our relationship. Not like we ever had anything beyond glances but that wasn’t the point. Now… with knowledge of him being my mate, it all felt so wrong like else could possibly have and this course would exhaust me mentally even more than the last time in his room. The memory of him unclad with the sunset bleeding on his tanned skin stirred me in ways I’d never felt. His body wore the stream of sunlight like a skin, adorning him in ways jewels could

006.

Zelest’s POV. Liam Moonfang’s a riddle. I hate riddles—they tire me and mess with my knowledge. But not Moonfang. In a way, riddles were intriguing with the thrill of wishing to unravel them coursing through your body. That was how I felt with Liam. I wanted to know him. Beyond that layer of trained perfection and schooled coolness, he amused me. And with every layer of outburst, deadpanned silence or confidence, his aloofness seemed to shift, giving away just a glimpse of all that raged beneath his little mask of ‘perfect heir.’ Only a glimpse. It was also frustrating in a way, not fully knowing who he truly was but a reflection of what was demanded of him. I roller tirelessly in bed, unable to sleep as the thought of Liam Moonfang plagued my mind in every way possible, leaving me to wonder if I’d ever be able to get some rest before dawn. I closed my eyelids, recalling Liam’s gaze all over me few days ago as his eyes trailed down. I could’ve sworn I saw desire in his eyes, a

007.

Liam’s POV. My eyes blinked open to faint dawnlight seeping into the tent. For a moment, I didn’t register anything unusual… until I noticed the warmth beneath my palm.A soft fabric, steady breathing, the faint scent of gourmand and sandalwood… and a waist.I stiffened.My gaze dropped, confirming the worst—or the best, depending on who you asked. My arm was looped tightly around Zelest Hawthorne’s waist like it belonged there.What in the actual hell?Panic clawed at my chest. I hadn’t just reached out in my sleep—I’d clung. My hand splayed over his abdomen like some desperate lover needing anchorage. And the worst part?He hadn't moved.He was still, his back pressed against my chest, and I could feel the rise and fall of his breath beneath my fingertips. Peaceful. Warm. Familiar.I slowly—painfully—unhooked my arm, my breath hitching as I did. He didn’t stir. Thank the goddess.I sat up, resting my elbows on my knees, burying my face in my hands.What is happening to me?The bond

008.

Zelest’s POV. I should’ve noticed it sooner. The twitch in Liam’s jaw. The way his body stiffened beside mine as we hobbled back toward the camp. At first, I thought it was just his usual need to control every situation, even the ones that didn’t need controlling. But there was something else. Something feral.He kept sniffing the air.I rolled my eyes and hissed under my breath, “You’re doing that thing again.”“What thing?” he asked, voice tight.“The sniffer routine,” I grumbled. “You act like the wind's whispering war threats.”He halted, forcing me to stop too, his arm still around me for balance. His eyes narrowed at me. “You didn’t smell that?”“I smell wet leaves, earth, and the unmistakable scent of you being tense for no damn reason.”Liam’s expression didn’t shift. Just his nostrils flared slightly. His hand on my waist was firm, grounding—too grounding. “There’s blood, Hawthorne.”I groaned. “There’s always blood in the woods. Foxes, deer, panthers, I don’t know. But wh

009.

Liam’s POV. Two weeks into the retreat and the forest had decided to freeze us alive.The temperature dropped lower than forecasted, and the firewood stash was near useless. Even the tent itself felt like a thin veil barely separating us from the wintery woods outside. My breath misted in the air, visible even inside.Zelest shivered across from me, arms tucked into himself with his lips pale. I hated how my body noticed things I shouldn’t be noticing. Like the way his shirt clung to him after days of minimal laundry, or the way his skin flushed in the cold, drawing attention to his cheekbones.“I’m fine,” he muttered for the umpteenth time.“You’re not,” I replied bluntly. “You’re freezing.”“So are you.”“I can handle it.”A long silence passed before his voice came again, low and dry, “We could share the sleeping bag. Body heat, and all that survival crap.”My heart sank at his suggestion. No, that was a horrible idea. A terrible, hormone-triggering, bond-intensifying, dignity-s

010.

Zelest’s POV. I woke up to an empty space beside me and although the faint scent of vanilla was still clinging to the pillow, Liam was gone.The heat from his body still lingered, seared into the sleeping bag like a mark. My fingers brushed the space where his arm had been wrapped around me and I remembered—how he’d held me tight in his arms like I belonged there.And how I’d buried my hand in his hair. Goddess.I rubbed my face, half-embarrassed, half… something else. Something I couldn’t name.By the time I made it out of the tent, the camp was already bustling with people who had tasks to perform. Liam stood a few paces away, arms crossed, his usual stoic expression perfectly on his face.He didn’t look at me.I walked toward him, and his posture stiffened. Still no eye contact. Still avoiding me like I’d done something unspeakable.So that’s what this was. He was rattled by what had transpired between us.I watched him give crisp responses to the camp leader, his jaw ticking ever

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