All Chapters of Fate Or Mates: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AARON’S POVI finished up that last bit of paperwork way too fast for someone in my position. Honestly, I didn’t even know what I signed. My mind was just… gone. Drifting back to her. To Angela. I kept looking at the clock, tapping my fingers, checking my phone for a call I knew hadn’t come.James hadn’t called either, which was supposed to be a good thing. It should’ve meant everything was fine. But try telling that to my wolf. He was a wreck inside me, all restless and impatient, throwing up these mental images I had no right to be thinking about—Angela curled up on my couch, Angela asleep in my bed, Angela just… waiting for me.Home.The thought hit me hard. I let out a long breath, grabbed my jacket, and got out of there. The pack house was quieting down for the night. A couple of guards nodded as I passed, but I barely saw them. I was already in my truck in my head.The cool night air helped a little when I stepped outside, but not enough. I slid into the driver’s seat and the en

ANGELA’S POVSomehow we ended up in the living room, glasses in hand. James was telling some story about Aaron from years back, something ridiculous, and I laughed along with him. I did. But my mind kept circling back to that look Aaron gave me earlier. That soft, open look. The kind that does not fit inside a fake marriage. It felt too real. Way too real.Then James excused himself to take a call. He muttered something about newlyweds and alone time, with a wink. The moment he was gone, the room went still. Not just quiet. The kind of quiet that feels heavy. Loud, even. Packed full of everything we were not saying.I sank into the couch, trying to seem normal, but my heart was doing this nervous little tap dance against my ribs. Aaron sat down a moment later. Not close enough to touch, but I could still feel the warmth coming off him. Like his own personal gravity."You alright?" he asked. His voice was quiet and gentle."Yeah," I said, staring way too hard at the wine in my glass. "

ANGELA’S POV"Good night, Angela."His whisper was so quiet, almost like I had imagined it altogether. That warm puff of his breath against the back of my neck sent a shiver straight through me, down to my toes. He did not wait for a reply. He just shifted back on the bed, tugging me along with him like we had done this a hundred times.I barely had time to catch up with what was happening before the blankets were pulled up over us both, and he was drawing me in tighter. My back ended up snug against the steady heat of his chest. His arms came around my waist, one slipping under me to hold everything steady.You would think it would feel trapping, right? But no. It was safe somehow. I just lay there, ears tuned to the slow, deep pull of his breaths, and the next thing I knew, sleep had pulled me under.Something hot brushed my cheek, like a spark from a match, and a sleepy smile tugged at my mouth before I even cracked my eyes open. When I finally did, that smile stretched wider. Ther

ANGELA’S POVThe smell hit me first, like it always did. Lemon polish and my mom’s lavender candles. It was home, but the air itself felt different. Lighter, I guess. Charged.Walking into the living room was strange. Nice, but strange. There was Aaron, all that quiet strength, settled deep into my parents' flowery sofa. He had a teacup balanced in his hand and looked like he had been sitting there for years. He did not stick out anymore. He just fit."More cake, Aaron? You need to keep your strength up," my mom said, beaming at him as if he had personally arranged the stars in the sky."Thank you, ma'am. It is delicious." His voice was so warm. He had stopped with the Mister and Misses Hunter pretty quickly. Now it was just ma'am and David. Simple.My dad leaned in, his eyes doing that twinkly thing. "So, how is married life treating the two of you? No more cold feet, I hope?" He chuckled, a low rumble. He was talking about the mess right before the wedding, all that chaos.Aaron’s e

ANGELA’S POVYou know, the drive home felt different than I expected. Lighter, I guess. Like all that heaviness from my dad’s announcement had just lifted off my shoulders without me even noticing it happen. And there was this little flutter in my chest, nothing dramatic, just this soft, hopeful thing that wouldn’t quit.Aaron kept my hand in his the whole way, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my skin. Every pass made my heart do this stupid, breathless flip.We pulled into the driveway and it hit me all at once. We were home. Together. Not pretending for anybody anymore.The house was so quiet when we stepped inside. I kicked my heels off and practically moaned at the cool floor under my sore feet. God, that felt good.“I think I need a quick shower,” I said, managing a tired smile. “Something that doesn’t require three-inch torture devices.”He nodded, already half gone in his head. “Go for it. I’ve got to check one thing, then I’ll figure out food.”Typical. Already onto the next