All Chapters of Fate Or Mates: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ANGELA’S POVAfter breakfast, Aaron leaned back in his chair and gave me that look. You know the one, that easy, relaxed smile of his that melts me every single time. Honestly, it’s not even fair.“Ready to go get you some clothes?” he asked.I wiped my mouth with a napkin, feeling that familiar shyness creep back in. “You really don’t have to do this, Aaron. You’ve done more than enough for me already.”Before I could even finish, he was up and tossing some cash on the table. “I know I don’t have to,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “I want to.”You see, that sentence? It hit me way deeper than it probably should have. I mean, when was the last time someone did something just because they wanted to, for me?I followed him out, shaking my head. “Well, I’m paying you back the second I get a job. I mean it.”He just chuckled and held the door open. “You can try,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “But I probably won’t take it.”“Then you’re making this whole thing reall

JULIUS’S POVI shoved the door so hard it rattled the whole frame, the sound ringing through the empty house like it was mocking me. My chest was rising and falling too fast, fists tight, nails cutting into my palms. All day… honestly, all damn day, I had been tailing them like some obsessed lunatic.Watching them walk around town like a freshly married couple. Watching her smile at him like he had hung the moon. Watching that bastard touch her, graze his hand along her back, curl his fingers around hers like he had any right. But the part that really ate at me was the fact that he was still breathing.Every man I sent to stop that stupid wedding, every fighter loyal enough to die for me, gone. Not one came back. No bodies. No calls. No explanation at all. Just nothing. Like they were wiped out before they even had the chance to swing.I stalked across the room, too wound up to sit, every thought pouring gasoline on the fire under my ribs.Who was Aaron? Seriously, who survives a perf

Aaron’s POVMy palms settled on either side of her, caging her in. And her scent, sweet and warm, hit me like a physical force. It flooded my lungs, my blood, my head.“Still think I’m flattering you?” I murmured.Her fingers pressed against the wall. She tried to play it cool, but her pulse was racing. And you see, I loved that. I loved the way she squirmed when I leaned in closer, like she could not decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.I dipped my head, my lips brushing her ear. “Say it,” I whispered. “Say you know how beautiful you are.”She shivered, and it took everything in me not to kiss her right then. Her lips parted, her eyes lifted to meet mineAnd then her phone rang.We both froze. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.“Are you going to take that?” I finally forced myself to ask.She blinked, like she had forgotten where she was, then let out a nervous laugh and slipped out from under my arm. “It’s my mom,” she said, already scrambling for her phone.Of cours

ANGELA’S POVMy heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Honestly, it was like a drum in my own ears. His hand stayed on my waist, warm and solid, while his other hand hovered near my shoulder. It felt like he was fighting with himself not to pull me in.I kept telling myself, Move. Step back. Say something, anything, to break this. But my body wouldn’t listen. I was frozen right where he had put me, pinned against the wall by nothing more than the look in his eyes.And that look… it was like I was something sacred. Something he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch, but God, he wanted to.Then his fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear. Such a tiny thing, right? But it sent a jolt straight through me, all the way down to my toes.“Aaron…” My voice was barely a whisper. More like a breath I had been holding.“Yes?” he murmured, leaning in just a little closer.His breath was warm on my skin, and the air between us grew so thick I co

ANGELA’S POVI blinked. Then I blinked again, like my eyes were lying to me. But they were not. No amount of staring changed the fact that James was standing in Aaron’s kitchen with an apron on, humming to himself like he owned the place.James. The guy from the Shadow Moon Festival. The one I had bumped into a few times since. The absolute last person I ever expected to see here.My stomach did a nervous flip. Every instinct in me went on high alert. What was he doing here? How did he even get in?Was he following me?Without thinking, I stepped back, putting some distance between us.He must have noticed, because his hands came up quickly, palms out. “Easy there. Do not panic. Let me get this dinner out of the oven before it turns into a charcoal briquette, and then I will explain everything.”Dinner?Right on cue, the oven timer dinged. He turned around, all calm, as if this were completely normal. He slipped on large oven mitts and pulled out a perfectly roasted chicken with potat