All Chapters of Claimed By Fate: The Alpha's Salvation : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GWENWhen Conan looked out at the gathered pack members, I knew he was about to speak. His voice was firm and commanding when he said, “We have an announcement.”The hall went completely silent, and I felt every eye on us. My stomach tightened as my thoughts raced, wondering how they would take the news. Conan’s expression stayed steady, his eyes scanning the crowd as though he was weighing each person’s reaction before even speaking. Then, in that same strong tone, he said, “Gwen is pregnant. There will finally be an heir to the Mystic Pack.”The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment. No one moved, no one spoke, and the silence made my skin feel icky. I tried to keep my breathing calm, but the stillness felt too heavy for me to handle. My mind told me that perhaps they were unhappy about it, that maybe they still did not want me or my baby here.Then I saw Rian, standing toward the left side of the hall at the far back. His hands came together in loud claps, breaking the tensi

GWENThe moment the door clicked shut, I pushed back quickly, my body pressing against the door as if Conan might try to force it open. I could still hear the heavy sound of his breathing on the other side, deep and uneven, like he was fighting the urge to break in. My heart was racing, my body tense, but I kept my back to the door.I stayed there, silent, until the sound of his footsteps faded away. Only then did I let go of the push against the door. I pressed my palms against my thighs and exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself. My stomach felt tight, my chest heavy. I was scared, there was no point in denying it. But under that fear was something else,a stubborn and burning certainty that I had to do this.I was not going to let anyone humiliate me. Not in front of the pack. Not when my child’s future was at stake.I moved toward the bed and sat down, gripping the blanket in my hands. My mind kept going over the confrontation, the way the warrior’s voice had dripped with disdain w

GWEN "Anaya."Raya and I looked at each other as soon as we heard the voice outside the door. Her tone was quiet, almost hesitant, but there was no mistaking who it belonged to. Raya raised one eyebrow at me as if asking whether she should open the door. I gave her a silent nod, and she moved toward it without another word.When the door opened, Anaya stood there, her hands clasped in front of her. She did not look as sharp or confident as usual. Her eyes flicked toward me and then shifted away for a brief moment before settling back on my face."Can I speak with you?" she asked, her voice low and careful.I looked at her for a moment before answering. "Yes. Come in."Raya turned toward me. "I will wait outside," she said softly, as if she understood this conversation was one I needed to have alone. Without waiting for a response, she stepped out and closed the door behind her.Anaya walked in slowly and stopped a few steps away from me. I could see she was struggling to find her wor

GWENRian and I froze when we heard the growl behind us. My body tensed as we turned around, and my stomach literally flipped when I saw Conan’s wolf standing only a few steps away. His fur bristled and his eyes burned with a sharp blue glow. His posture was stiff and ready to attack. Above all, he looked absolutely furious.It took me about thirty seconds to understand why, and I finally understood why. He had seen Rian hug me.Rian’s voice was low and uneasy. “You might want to go calm him down before he rips me apart.”I shook my head quickly. “No. Alpha wolves are dangerous when they’re this angry.”Rian swallowed, glancing nervously at Conan’s wolf. “I know, but I would very much like to live long enough to find my mate. Please.”Despite the seriousness of the moment, I almost laughed. The fear in his eyes was real, but the way he said it was almost ridiculous.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to step toward Conan. My voice was steady, though my heart was racing. “Conan,” I

GWENCassy lunged forward with surprising speed, and I instantly stepped back, my arms up to protect myself. Her eyes locked on my stomach, her intent clear, and my body reacted before my mind could even form a plan. Cassy moved. Her body shot forward with speed that left no time for thought. I barely had time to shift my footing before she was in front of me, her arm slicing through the air in a sharp strike aimed at my ribs. My hands shot up instinctively, blocking the blow, but the impact still rattled my arms and forced me two steps back. My eyes locked on hers, and I saw only fury and a clear intent to win, at any cost.She did not pause to measure me further. Cassy pressed forward, her strikes quick, each one meant to break through my guard and force me open. I kept my elbows close, my hands ready to deflect, my feet light so I could move away from her reach. I knew what she was aiming for. Every shove, every sudden low kick, every faint shift of her weight was meant to open a