All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elora’s POV The tent was quiet, except for the sound of Dante breathing. The whole vibe was tense. There he was, shirt on the cot. He kept breathing slowly and unsteadily, like it hurt. Blood had soaked through the bandages. I had cleaned that cut twice already, but here I was, checking it again. Maybe just to make sure he was still alive. I just needed to feel his pulse in my head and some reassurance.I squeezed the rag from the water and placed it gently on his wound. He flinched, even though he was asleep. "You shouldn't have taken the fall for me," I muttered, and my voice cracked.He didn’t answer. His hair was plastered to his forehead, damp from sweat and I brushed it away with my fingers quickly so I wouldn't linger.Every time I looked at him, I saw it... him jumping in front of me, the gasp, the blade flashing, blood everywhere. There was this split second where I really thought he was gone. I don’t even have words for that kind of terror. I slumped onto the stool besid

Dante’s POVElora sat next to me, her eyes watching the enemy camp like she could burn holes through the tents just by staring. Her face was smeared with sand, her braids rough, and I could still pick out her scent. She looked like she’d crawled out of a legend. Blood and fire and stubbornness. And tonight? I’d follow her straight into the pit.“Two guards at the north gate,” she muttered, not even glancing at me. “Patrol swings by every five minutes. If we’re quick, we grab the wagons before anyone wakes up.”She sounded so calm, like she was planning breakfast instead of a raid. Everyone listened as she spoke.I gripped my blade tightly. The wounds have stopped hurting. “And if Mira’s scouts spot us?”Elora’s mouth twitched, as she smirked. “Then they won’t spot much after.”I almost laughed. Not quite, but close. She’d gotten harder since we first fought side-by-side... colder, maybe? Or just more sure. Still wild underneath it all, though. “Move,” she breathed, and we walked int

Mira’s POVDawn hit like a slap. The messenger staggered in, guts practically hanging out, blood everywhere, armor reeking of smoke. Dude barely made it to one knee before blurting, “The army… It’s gone, my lady. The Crescent Moon pack... Dominic... they’ve won.”I just stared at him for a second. Not a word.And then.. yeah, I smiled.“Get up,” I told him, voice quiet. He jerked like I’d slapped him. Whatever. My cloak dragged past, catching on the smashed glass I’d chucked last night, remnants of my little tantrum, I guess. Outside, the wind carried that nasty burnt-paper, scorched-metal stench. Everything out there? Toast.Gone. Poof. That fast.Blood Fang soldiers, every damn traitor I’d slipped into Dominic’s ranks, my father’s handpicked old men, dead or dust.Dad, Alpha Luca, vanished during the retreat. Some muttered he’d been caught, others that he ran for the hills. Did it matter? Not to me. No tears for cowards.Sure, we lost the war. But me? Not finished.Despair’s for p

Elora’s POV The war was over. That’s what they said. But the quiet that came after? Worse than any battle cry. The kind of silence that makes every hair in your body stand up.I wandered through what was left of the NightShade stronghold... if you could even call this pile of scorched rock a stronghold anymore. The banners were nothing but scraps flapping in the breeze. The world said we won, but victory looked like a joke.The courtyard was just… bodies. Some folks had tossed cloaks over them, but most were lying there, eyes open, faces pale. The wolves... my people moved around, quiet, nursing wounds, whispering old names into the wind. Names that would fade before the next moon. I made my way through the debris, trying to avoid the blood and broken swords, breathing slowly and steadily, not wanting any more of this place inside me.Ghosts everywhere. I couldn't turn my head without seeing them. Kids clutching at nothing, limbless soldiers, packs split and silent. The kind of heart

Dominic’s POVThe days after the war were really quiet. It was like the word had shut down. No more blood or smoke in the air, but every breath still reminded everyone.NightShade fortress looked like hell... walls split and scorched, everything reeking of burnt stone. Still, people started picking up the pieces. Awkward, halting, like we were all learning how to walk again after nearly drowning.And me? Supposedly the Alpha, but honestly, just a tired soldier stuck watching from the courtyard while everyone else tried to make something out of what was left.Elora’s voice cut through the training yard, crisp and stern. She was out there bossing around the healers, robe dragging through the mud, going from tent to tent. The wounded kept reaching for her, clinging to her like she would heal them. She’d give them this tiny smile, barely there but somehow, it worked.Not far off, Dante was drilling the warriors, barking out orders like nothing could touch him. You could still spot the ban