All Chapters of Fated To One, In Love With The Alpha Twins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elora’s POVThe council chambers reeked of old wood and someone's half burnt cigar. I pressed my hands flat against the table, wood slick and cold, every last pair of eyes glued to me like I might burst into flames.Dominic’s empty seat glared like a missing tooth. Couldn’t look at it without something twisting hard inside me. He should’ve been here, right? Voice slicing through the posturing, settling arguments with a glance. But nope, laid up in bed, skin gray and sweating, whatever poison crept through him still a mystery.So guess who gets to wear the crown tonight?Everyone has been restless for days. The whole place is jittery with talk of border raids, more patrols missing, some of our best people just not coming back. Every meeting is the same old bickering, like anyone wants to say out loud what we’re all thinking. And without Dante, we’re screwed. Completely.I cleared my throat, tried to sound braver than I felt. “This meeting’s about the borders,” I said, my voice steady,

Elora’s POVI stayed put at the end of the table long after everyone left, just staring at the wood until the lines sort of melted together. My fingers dug into my temples. My head wouldn’t stop pounding, all those arguments echoing around, suspicion hidden in fake-nice words. Dante had stood next to me, not saying a word, but his jaw was set, eyes burning with stuff he was keeping locked up.For a split second, I thought maybe they had let him back in. That maybe I could actually let myself believe it.But then Mira... Mira....her voice, all quiet poison, started working its way through the crowd. She hadn't even needed to say it in the room. Her whispers slithered in before the meeting even started. Can we trust Dante? Didn’t he stab us in the back? What if Elora’s just blinded by whatever she feels for him?By the time it was over, the council was basically two camps. Half of them nodded like they had been forced at gunpoint to agree to Dante sticking around, while the rest stomped

Elora’s POVThose walls.... I hated them. The Alpha’s chambers, some days they felt like a padded cell, other days like the only place I could actually breathe. I’d wake up every morning to Dominic’s ragged breathing, the sting of burning herbs filling my nose, and healers gliding in and out so quietly it made my skin crawl. They’d mutter their useless little prayers, but you could tell they’d given up ages ago.I barely left his side. Not because anyone told me to, let’s be real, nobody had the guts to order me around now, but because the idea of Dominic waking up alone? Or God forbid, opening his eyes to just Mira? His skin was ghostly, his lips all dried out, and even though the healers kept telling me, “Oh, the poison’s not spreading anymore,” they couldn’t do a thing about what was already chewing through him.So there I was, basically glued to his bedside. Feeding him tiny sips of broth when he’d manage to wake up enough. Dabbing sweat off his forehead all night long. Checking h

Elora’s POVThe castle felt dead. Since Dominic got bedridden, all the laughter and noise faded. Now it’s all whispers and side-eyes. Servants worked aimlessly, and warriors whispered things when I wasn't looking. It suddenly felt like I was a stranger in my home. Even the council meetings were unbearable. Everybody’s got questions, but no one wants to be the first to ask.So, sure, I’m learning. What’s the alternative? Collapse?I stayed in Dominic’s room way after the healers left. Herbs still lingered in the air...bitter, sharp. He looked so small under that blanket, chest barely moving. I smoothed the covers, hand shaking, pressing against his forehead like maybe, just maybe, I could force him back to strength. “I’m doing everything I can,” I muttered, but the only answer I got was the clock ticking. “Feels like the whole castle’s turned against me.”Then I noticed it...the basket with all the little glass bottles the healer left. All lined up like soldiers, except one. Its cork

Elora’s POVMan, those fortress nights? Forget about peace and quiet. There’s always that one guard, bored out of his mind, shifting his weight every two seconds. Tonight, every sound was breathing down my neck, reminding me this whole thing was a dumb idea.Let’s be real, I had zero business going to see him. Especially not now, with the council already watching me like I’m about to pull the pin on a grenade and toss it under their table. The whole Dante situation was a circus, and I was the center of attention. Still, I couldn't go. I needed somebody to look me in the eyes and tell me I wasn’t losing my mind.I stopped at his door, heart pulling some breakdance moves in my chest. Two guards, serious as statues, didn’t say squat as I slipped by. One gave the other a sideways look, like, “Well, this’ll be interesting.”Dante was up, sitting by the window, lamp barely alive. Shadows made him look like he hadn’t slept in a year, sharp edges and all. He glanced at me, locked eyes, then p