All Chapters of Claimed By Fate: The Alpha's Salvation : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GWENThe soft click of the door closing behind him sent a rush of tension down my spine.I still couldn't move.His presence filled the room before his scent did. Cedarwood and storm, thick with something darker tonight. I could feel it radiating from him in waves.He didn't say a word after that.No greeting. No apology.Just silence. His jaw was clenched,eyes shadowed, like he was at war with himself. But it wasn't grief that clouded his expression this time.It was hunger. He took a step closer, then another.“Alpha–” I started, but the rest of my sentence was swallowed by the sudden press of his mouth on mine.His kiss was rough. Desperate.There was no gentleness. No words.I should have pushed him away.I should have reminded him who I was to him. But instead, I kissed him back.Because I was tired of being wanted in silence, because for once, I wanted to be touched like I mattered.And because… this was why I was brought here in the first place.He deepened the kiss,guiding

ALPHA CONANI hadn’t shifted in days.Not fully, at least. But my wolf has been so restless, ever since my last night with Gwen.He paced, growled and snapped at my control. I’d spent the better part of the week locked away in my study, pretending to focus on territory maps and treaty updates.But I lost control of him every night.He kept returning to her door.Even now, I could sense him lingering outside her room. Sometimes he slept there, curled up against the door like a dog waiting for scraps. It got me so upset.It terrified me.Because I wasn’t any better.I wanted to go back to her. Every cell in my body screamed for it.But I couldn’t.Not when every thought of her felt like a betrayal.Sarah’s voice still lived in my memory, soft and warm like summer rain.Her laugh, her scent. The way she looked at me like I was her world.And yet, Gwen’s face kept intruding. Her eyes. The curve of her lips when she smiled softly. Her scent wrapped around me even now, lingering on my sheet

GWENIt wasn’t supposed to happen like this.I hadn’t even felt her stir. One moment I was fighting to catch my breath, and the next,my wolf had risen from the depths, dragged by rage and heat like a tide I didn’t remember calling.Rian stepped toward me cautiously, his golden eyes narrowing as he took in my shaking form.“Gwen,” he said slowly, “you need to breathe.”But I couldn’t.My breath came in jagged breaths. The world spun sideways. My chest felt too tight. My vision flickered at the edges with black, and then…Silver.My eyes. I could feel it.They burned. Everything seemed so blurry.Not with pain. But with light. With someone foreign.Rian froze. “Shit.”I staggered to a tree, gripping the bark hard enough that splinters broke off in my palms. My claws dragged deep into the trunk. My heart was beating like a drum in a war. But I just didn’t understand. My wolf wasn’t just scratching at the surface, she was pressing her weight against it. She wanted out.And worse... she wa

GWEN“The voice of the Goddess..."The words didn’t register at first. They hung in the air.I blinked. "What?"The healer took a step back, her eyes dull. She looked at Raya, then back at me like she'd just seen something intriguing. “It’s beginning,” she whispered. “I knew something changed the day you stepped foot on these lands.”I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.“What’s beginning?” I asked eventually, my voice barely audible.The healer moved toward me slowly. “Your wolf,” she said. “She’s not just waking up, Gwen. She’s… Awakening.”I shook my head. “I don’t understand. What do you mean by not just waking up?”The healer glanced toward Raya, then gestured for me to sit.“You are not like the others, Gwendolyn. Your wolf,she's not bred from mere warrior blood. She’s been waiting, bound beneath your skin, even after your rejection, she's been waiting for the right moment. And tonight... something happened didn't it? A heavy emotion passed through you.”Raya step

GWENIt was exactly one week until the Alpha Convergence, and my patience was paper thin.If Anaya rolled her eyes at me one more time, I was going to lose my composure. Permanently.She’d spent the past week turning the preparations into her personal battleground. It started small with the subtle jabs, misplaced orders, constant undermining. But I hadn’t taken the bait. Not since my training with Lucas started, not since he sat me down and explained, in the calmest and most convincing tone, that Anaya had been best friends with Conan’s late mate, Sarah.Lucas had said during a sparring break. “Just... try to give her time. She’s not a bad person. She’s just hurt.”Yeah, well. I was grieving too, mostly my peace of mind. But whatever. I had survived the day. That was something.So, I’d let the passive aggression slide. For now. The training itself had become my safe space. Lucas didn’t go easy on me. We worked through combat drills, conditioning runs, and endurance tests, and every