All Chapters of Fate Or Mates: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ANGELA’S POVBy the next evening, my room looked like chaos had decided to live there. Silk everywhere, perfume and my hair spray heavy in the air, shoes underfoot like tiny traps. The scent of vanilla hung around, sweet but nervous.I told myself it was only another birthday, nothing special, but that was a lie. Tonight was not about turning eighteen. It was about walking into that hall and letting Julius and Kimberly see what they had lost.I stood in front of the mirror, curling the last piece of my hair. The girl in the reflection did not look like me, not the old me anyway. Her eyes were harder, clearer. The kind that do not soften for anyone who does not deserve it.My gown caught the light in a slow, patient shimmer, champagne-colored, close to my skin in a way that felt almost defiant. I did not wear it for them. I wore it as proof that I had survived what they did.The door opened quietly. My mother stepped in, silver and graceful, as if she had walked straight out of moonlig

JULIUS’S POVI sat there waiting for Angela, staring at the door like it might open if I wished hard enough. A small grin tugged at me. I felt lucky, and stupid for feeling that way. After how distant she had been lately, the way she suddenly softened tonight felt unreal. Like something had shifted. Maybe she still loved me. Maybe tonight we would start over.I ran a hand through my short hair, trying to calm the restless pulse under my skin. I stripped down to my boxers, slid beneath the sheets, and let the lamp’s soft light spill across the room. It felt quiet, expectant. I wanted it to feel right, intimate, steady.But time dragged. The longer the silence stretched, the more my chest tightened. What if she had changed her mind again? What if she had left? I sighed and sank back into the pillows. The door creaked then, slow, and before I could ask where she had been, she was on me.Her lips hit mine hard, urgent, almost wild. For a heartbeat, I froze. Angela had never kissed me like

ANGELA’S POVWhen Luna Mira took my arm and led me out of the hall, I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching upward no matter how hard I tried to hide it. I kept my head down, pretending to be the devastated fiancée who had just had her heart broken. But inside? I was smiling. Honestly, I could not stop.Julius and Kimberly thought they were clever, sneaking around behind my back, playing their stupid little games. Well, too bad. This time, I was the one calling the shots.The cool night air brushed against my cheeks as we stepped outside, soft and almost comforting, as if it were trying to calm me down. The garden was quiet, only the sound of crickets chirping somewhere near the fountain. I let my mind drift, replaying everything that had happened earlier. It was almost funny how easily it all fell into place.When I left Julius’s room earlier, pretending I was just going to grab him water and some medicine, I was not running from him, not really. I had a plan. He was too drunk

ANGELA’S POVWe walked down the quiet street side by side, our shadows stretching long beneath the dim yellow glow of the streetlight. Neither of us spoke for a while, but it wasn’t awkward, just… peaceful. The night air was cool on my skin, and I could still smell the faint sweetness of the lilies he had brought me.After a few minutes, I glanced at him. “Can I ask you something?”Aaron turned his head, his expression curious but calm. “Of course. What is it?”I hesitated, biting my lower lip. “I got a birthday gift recently, and I have been curious to know who sent it. I might be wrong, but were you the one who sent me that diamond necklace?”His mouth lifted into a small, knowing smile. “Do you like it?”I stopped walking, blinking up at him in surprise. “So it was you?”He gave a nod and a soft chuckle. “Guilty.”I shook my head, half amused, half stunned. “Aaron, that’s… that’s way too much. It’s beautiful, but it’s also a really expensive gift for someone you barely know.”He sh

ANGELA’S POVThe next morning, I peeled myself out of bed, still foggy, the kind of half awake where your body moves but your mind lags behind. My head felt stuffed with leftover noise from last night. Memories played back without me asking, looping through the same scenes like a movie I had already seen too many times.My eighteenth birthday. What a disaster. By now, the whole pack was probably buzzing. I could almost hear them: Did you hear? The future Alpha got caught cheating with an omega. On her birthday.I wasn’t angry anymore. Not really. The sting had faded into something almost funny. I almost laughed thinking about it. The whispers would eat Kimberly alive, and part of me thought maybe that was fair. Too harsh? Maybe. But I had defended that girl once. I had stood by her when no one else did, never treated her like she was less. And what did that earn me? A knife in the stomach, that’s where.I shook the ugly memory away before it could completely ruin my morning. I had oth