Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated by Mistake: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Liam’s POV. The scent hit me slowly, something foul hanging in the air. I paused, pen hovering over my notebook, my eyes narrowing. It wasn’t woodsmoke from campfires or damp earth from the humid air.It was blood…and something foul underneath it. Something wrong. Rogue.My body tensed. I closed the notebook and stood up to inhale again.It was definitely rogue. And it was close too, dangerously so.The sound of leaves rustling too fast, twigs snapping under the weight of something caught my senses. Followed by a low growl. I prepared myself to shift and attack, although my hand subconsciously wandered to my waist, gingerly waiting for danger so I could pluck my dagger. But nothing came. Instead, the growl tore from far away…from the heart of the camp. Someone was being ambushed.My pulse kicked up as I moved before thinking, sprinting back to the camp to save the one person I’ve spent my whole day avoiding. Zelest.I didn’t hesitate. I took off into the trees, barely noticing ho

Liam’s POV. My eyes fluttered opened slowly dragged back to consciousness with a dull ache throbbing at the base of my skull. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been wrung dry and left out under the sun. My wolf was silent, curled into himself somewhere deep inside me, wounded and exhausted.My head had been resting on my folded arms beside the bed where Zelest lay. My body screamed in protest as I shifted, stiff from hours without mobility. The pain of the healer taking the poison out of his system still echoed in my body like aftershocks—my ribs, my muscles, even my breathing was shallow.He’d nearly died. And I’d felt every second of it.Even now, it wasn’t just the physical pain that lingered. It was the way his screams had gutted me, hollowed out something I didn’t realize I still had.My breath hitched when I felt something—warm and familiar fingers brushing through my hair. I stirred instantly, blinking fast and upright before my eyes landed on him.Zelest. He’s alive a

Liam’s POV. “I don’t need a babysitter,” Zelest muttered, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.“It’s not about babysitting,” I replied, my voice steady. “It’s about keeping you alive.”Two days had passed since the ominous note appeared in our tent, and that’s done nothing but add more tension between Zelest and me. We stood outside the tent, the setting sun casting long shadows across the camp. Zelest’s little tantrum of not wanting company’s been part of my routine over the past two days, claiming to be old enough to handle himself. He scoffed, turning away. “I can handle myself.” There he goes. “Can you?” I stepped closer, asking quietly. “Because someone left a death threat in our tent, and until we know who it is, no one here is above suspicion. Or would you like me to remind you of that?”Zelest’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.“That includes Ian, or Bryan or Zella,” I continued. “We can’t afford to trust anyone blindly.”He finally met my gaze, uncertainty flicke

Liam’s POV. The tent was quiet, if we’re not considering the scratching of a pen on paper and the occasional sigh from Zelest as he flipped through the behavioral logs we’d been compiling for Rogue Psychology. Despite the fights, tension, late-night almost-kisses, and near-death experiences, were working together with an odd proficiency that seemed surprising, even to me. No cruel remarks or teasing, no eye rolls. Just… focus.It should’ve felt like a win. But I couldn’t meet his eyes.My gaze glued on the chart I was updating, detailing the emotional triggers behind rogue attacks—especially the irrational, crazed ones. The more we worked on this, the more it made me feel unsettled. Because I’d seen myself in those descriptions. My grip tightened around the pen.“You’re tense again,” my wolf rumbled in my head, more curious than concerned.“You’d be too if you saw yourself going berserk every time someone touched him.”“You feel too much. You care.”“ I don’t want to.”“You alread

Liam’s POV. The first thing I noticed when my eyelids fluttered open was the empty space beside me. No familiar warmth, nor the scent of warmth and sweetness. Zelest was gone.My body tensed immediately, my groggy eyes coming to life instantly. I sat up, my eyes scanning the tent as my heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t panicking—yet—but the silence gnawed at me in an eerie way.I pushed the flap open and stepped out into the cool morning air.Bryan stood a few feet away, arms crossed, talking with a few other campers. His gaze landed on me as I approached, and he nodded in greeting.“Relax, Master Liam. He’s with Zella,” Bryan said before I could ask. “Final check-up before the professor send you all off. Kid insisted he was fine, but Zella’s stubborn.”I exhaled, tension dissipating from my shoulders. “Thanks.”He gave a knowing smile and went back to his conversation. I turned around, heading for the tent to start packing. The weight of our upcoming departure was heavier than I