All Chapters of Fated by Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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