All Chapters of Fate Or Mates: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ANGELA’S POVHis arms came around me and everything just stopped. The day, the noise in my head, the insane truth that he was a king and I was here with him; all of it melted away. There was only the heat of his chest against my cheek, the slow, certain thud of his heart, and the way my body fit into his like I had always belonged there.My wolf sighed inside me, a low, rolling purr that started somewhere behind my ribs and spread outward until my whole chest vibrated with it. Home. Mate. Finally. She had never been this quiet, this content. It felt like sinking into warm water after carrying ice in my veins for years.Then the purr changed. It deepened, turned greedy. A tug low in my belly, sharp and liquid, slid down between my thighs and made me shift against him without meaning to. I felt myself get wet, instantly, embarrassingly wet, and my breath caught because I knew he felt it too, through the bond, through the way his arms tightened just a fraction.God, she was impatient. Sh

AARON’S POVWhen she was dry, I scooped her up again. She weighed nothing. I carried her back to bed and tugged my favorite soft black T-shirt over her head. It swallowed her whole, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the collar slipping off one creamy shoulder. She lifted the fabric to her face and breathed in, her eyes fluttering shut.“Smells like you,” she whispered, sleepy and content.I swallowed hard. “Want you always wearing me.”I tucked her into the center of the bed, pulled the covers up, and brushed damp curls from her forehead. Her stomach growled loud enough to echo. She laughed, her cheeks pink.“What does my girl want?” I asked, grinning.“Something warm. Carby. Cheesy,” she said, biting her lip like she was asking for the world.“Grilled cheese and tomato soup? Extra-sharp cheddar, sourdough?”Her eyes went huge and shining. “Yes. Please.”I kissed her slow, tasting myself on her tongue. “Stay here. I’ll bring it to you.”She caught my wrist. “Aaron?”“Yeah, baby?”“I love yo

ANGELA’S POVThe rest of the day moved in a strange, slow motion. It was all ordinary things: coffee, showers, the quiet clatter of making lunch together at the island. But everything felt underlined now, somehow highlighted. Every time our hands brushed, every shared glance across the counter, was a silent reminder. Tomorrow night.The nerves were there, a low buzz in the background, but they were mostly drowned out by Aaron’s steady presence and by the warm, humming certainty of the bond. He was giving me space to just be, to get used to the idea, which was its own kind of gift.In the afternoon, I found myself standing at the window in his study. It was our study now, I guess. I stared out at the pack lands stretching toward the tree line, at the distant figures moving between the cabins. His pack members. Soon to be mine as well. My people. A shiver ran through me, half fear and half something like awe.I had been in this position before, Luna of the Crimson Pack, but I never real

ANGELA’S POVThe run was pure magic. It felt like being swept up in a current, all fur and muscle and heartbeats pounding in time. I wasn’t separate anymore. I wasn’t being watched. I was part of the river.We wove through the moonlit forest, one living thing made of many. The sound wrapped around me: the steady rhythm of paws on frozen earth, the panting breaths, a joyful yip now and then.A young, tawny wolf ran shoulder-to-shoulder with me, glancing over with bright eyes before darting ahead playfully. Later, an older she-wolf with a silvery coat fell in beside me. Her pace was steady, sure, a silent presence that somehow grounded the whole night.And there was Aaron. A dark shadow on my left, my constant anchor. He didn’t lead from the front. He ran with us, the quiet center everything else moved around. Every so often, his shoulder would bump mine, or his flank would brush me. Just a touch. You good? I’d nudge him back. Never better. Really, never better.The frenzy slowly gentle

AARON’S POVThe taillights of her parents’ car disappeared down the gravel road, swallowed by pines, and something inside my chest finally unclenched. Not triumph, not exactly. Something quieter. Deeper. Like a stone settling into the bed of a river after years of being carried downstream.Angela’s weight leaned heavier against my side, her head tucked under my chin. She smelled like pine smoke from the longhouse fires, like the vanilla lotion her mother always brought her, like mate. “Thank you,” she breathed, the words brushing my throat.I couldn’t answer with anything but my arms tightening around her. The bond carried everything else: the fierce pride, the relief that tasted almost like pain, the knowledge that her two worlds had touched and neither had shattered.People were drifting away from the clearing, footsteps crunching softly on frost-stiff grass. Someone laughed in the distance. The fires had burned down to dull red eyes. Everything felt finished. And beginning.James s