All Chapters of Fate Or Mates: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

AARON’S POVWalking away from Angela’s door felt wrong the second I did it. Every part of me screamed to turn back. My wolf was restless, pacing under my skin like it couldn’t stand being away from her. I could still feel the ghost of her touch, the way her breath hitched when I leaned in. It took everything in me not to close that space, not to give in.By the time I reached my car, my hands were clenched tight at my sides. I leaned against the door for a second, eyes shut, breathing hard. The image of her standing there, staring up at me with those wide, hopeful eyes, wouldn’t leave my head. Her lips had parted slightly, like she was waiting for me to make a move, to claim her.And hell, I wanted to. I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in years.But I couldn’t.Because the moment I gave in, the moment I let myself taste her again, there would be no turning back. I would forget why I came here. Forget my promise. Forget vengeance. And I couldn’t afford that. Not yet.I slid i

ANGELA’S POVI had been staring at my phone so long the screen had started to blur. I kept refreshing it anyway, as if somehow that would make a message appear. Nothing. Not even a missed call.It was ridiculous. Aaron was never the kind of person who texted much, and I knew that. Still, after last night… the way he had looked at me, like he was almost about to close the distance between us. I could not stop waiting for something. A word. A sign. Anything.I told myself to relax, that he was probably caught up with work, but the thought would not settle. A quiet, stubborn part of me kept whispering maybe he has changed his mind, maybe he has finally realized this whole pretend marriage idea is stupid.The thought made my chest tighten. I did not want to care so much, but I did. I did not want him to walk away. Not yet. Not when I was starting to feel something real.I was still lost in that thought when my mom burst into the room, her voice bright and almost musical.“Angela! They’re

AARON’S POVWhen Angela told me her family wanted to have me over for dinner, something in me tightened. Not nerves exactly. More like that strange stillness right before a storm breaks. You know something’s coming, even if you pretend you don’t.I already had the feeling I would run into someone I did not want to see. And the second I walked into that dining room and spotted her uncle George, that quiet warning in the back of my mind turned sharp.He looked different, older, heavier around the eyes, but I knew him. He had been there the day my parents were buried, standing with the Shadow Moon mourners, watching from a distance. I had buried that whole part of my life deep enough that no one should have recognized me. But one look from him told me he had.So when he asked to talk alone, I was not surprised.We walked down the hall without a word. The sound of clinking glasses and laughter faded behind us. He did not take me to the study. Instead, he pushed open the back door and led

KIMBERLY’S POVI'd been calling Julius for days now, texting too, and got nothing back. No answer at all. No reply from him. I knew the reason, deep down: Angela. She caused all of this mess. If the Luna never caught us together back then, none of this explodes like now. Everyone in the pack stares at me as if I'm the villain, the one who wrecked everything alone.Julius joined in, though. He desired me back then; I felt his hunger. Yet he dodged me after. Acted like our moments meant zero, like erasing me from his life worked fine. I know he and I can’t be together because of our ranks in the pack but I refused to let him shove me aside so quick. I craved him bad, and when desire hits me hard, I push forward.Tonight, my patience finally ran out. I chose to find him, no excuses. I hung back until guards finished rounds near the pack house, then crept in through the back door. It wasn’t hard to get through the hallway undetected. My pulse thumped loud, part fear, part thrill rushing t

KIMBERLY’S POVMorning came too soon.The sunlight crept through the curtains, falling across the bedsheets tangled around my legs. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just watched Julius lying beside me, his back turned, shoulders tense even in sleep.My chest felt tight. He used to sleep with his arm over me, holding me close like he never wanted to let go. But now it was like there was a wall between us. I already knew it would take more than spending just one night together before things went back to normal between us again, but I was willing to try until he forgave me.I reached out, fingers brushing the edge of the blanket near his arm. “Julius?” I whispered.He stirred, then sat up abruptly. The look on his face wasn’t soft or warm. It was distant, almost cold.“You need to go,” he said quietly, running a hand through his wet hair.I blinked, confused. “What?”“Get up and get ready before someone sees you in here again,” he said more firmly. “Get dressed and leave.”The words hit ha