All Chapters of Fate Or Mates: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ANGELA’S POVI must have fallen asleep right away. Just completely blacked out. I woke up, and it was still dark, but quieter. The house had settled into itself. Everything was still. And I was warm. So, so warm it made me moan.I was still curled on my side, but now Aaron was right there. His chest was solid against my back, his arm a heavy weight over my waist. His hand was spread out on my stomach, like he was keeping me there. I could feel his breath, slow and even, on the back of my neck.This was different. Last night had been a lot. It had been heat and need and finding each other all over again. But this was just quiet. It was him holding on. It was him saying, without saying anything at all, that I was his to keep close. His to keep safe. His.I let out a soft sigh. I couldn’t help it. I pushed back a little more into him. His arm tightened right away, just a sleepy, automatic pull, and it sent warmth all through me.The mate bond was wide open now. It hummed between us, a st

ANGELA’S POVThe first thing I noticed was the warmth. Not the empty chill of an abandoned bed, but a lingering, cozy heat in the sheets beside me. I reached out, my fingers brushing the indent his body had left. He had not been gone long.A slow smile spread across my face, still soft with sleep. Last night was not a dream. It was all real.I pushed myself up and slipped out of bed. His discarded shirt from yesterday was flung over a chair. I picked it up and pulled it on. The soft, worn cotton swallowed me, and his scent, woods, spice, and simply him, wrapped around me like a second hug. I breathed it in deeply, letting the reality of it all sink into my bones.My mind replayed the whirlwind. The heart shattering pain of Lisa’s lie. The terrifying flight into the woods. And then him. A furious, magnificent savior in wolf form, proving with every fiber of his being that I was his. His confession. Fated mates. Not a convenient fiction, but the deepest truth of his soul. And he was not

AARON’S POVThe drive to the pack house was just a blur of trees and road. My hands were steady on the wheel, my face the calm Alpha mask I wore so well, but inside? Inside, it was a hurricane.She died.Those two words kept hammering in my head, over and over, a brutal, sickening rhythm. She died on some cold floor, betrayed and bleeding out, carrying… carrying my child. Our child. In a life that never got to be.Honestly, a savage, red-hot rage threatened to tear right through my control. I wanted to find Julius Thorne and peel the skin from his bones, slowly. I wanted to find that she-wolf Kimberly and let my wolf show her what real agony felt like. The violence of the feeling was primal, overwhelming. It took everything I had to shove it down, to lock it away somewhere deep and dark. Not now. She needed an anchor right now, not a storm.But under the rage, there was pain so deep it felt like my own heart had been ripped out. She had lived through that. Alone. Carrying that horror

JULIUS’S POVThe stone floor was cold under my knees. That part registered distantly. But it was nothing. It was a warm summer breeze compared to the hollow, frozen feeling spreading out from my chest. It was freezing my blood and my bones. I think it was freezing the air right in my lungs.Alpha King.The two words just echoed. A death sentence right there in my skull. The guy from the festival. The one I had written off as some nobody, a temporary roadblock. That was him. The most powerful wolf on this side of the continent. A sovereign. And I had stood there and called him a thief. In his own house.When that guard burst in and said it, it was like hearing the blade drop. I felt it slice right through my future, my status, my whole sense of who I was. All that arrogance I wore like armor was gone, shattered. It left me standing there naked in raw, humiliated terror.I could feel my dad’s panic beside me, a physical vibration in the air. His begging sounded like white noise, a pathe

ANGELA’S POVThe quiet in the house felt different now. It wasn’t just empty. It was expectant, like the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for him to come back. I wandered from the kitchen to the living room, my fingers trailing over the back of the sofa, then the cool marble of the counter. This wasn’t just a house anymore. It was the King’s home. My home.It was still so unreal. Aaron. My Aaron. The man who made me pancakes and held me while I cried was the Alpha King, the most powerful wolf in the territory. Honestly, my brain kept short-circuiting. I just couldn’t fit the two pictures together.I was sinking into the couch, trying to process it all for the hundredth time, when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. The screen flashed: Rainey.A smile broke through my daze. I swiped to answer. “Hey, you.”“Okay, spill it. Right now.” Rainey’s voice burst through, full of barely contained excitement. “The family group chat is dead silent, which is weirder than a full