All Chapters of Claimed By Fate: The Alpha's Salvation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALPHA CONANAfter Gwen woke up…I stayed by Gwen’s side until her tears finally stopped. Her breathing grew steady, and her grip on my arm loosened. I lowered her carefully on the bed and pulled the blanket over her, watching her face until I was sure she had fallen into sleep. Only then did I stand and leave the room, though my chest ached with every step away from her.Alpha Oren was waiting for me in the hallway. He gestured toward his office and said quietly, “We need to talk.”I followed him inside. The room was silent except for the sound of the fire in the corner. He motioned for me to sit, but I remained standing. I wanted answers, and I wanted them quickly.“Tell me everything,” I said firmly.Oren hesitated, pressing his hand against the table. “I was on my way to my pack when I heard what happened with Angela. I know the timing feels strange, and perhaps it is. You need to hear the truth.”I narrowed my eyes. “Then speak it. Do not delay.”He nodded slowly. “The rumors you

GWENI stood behind Conan as he spoke with Alpha Oren. His words were quiet, and though I tried to listen, most of them passed by like echoes I could not fully grasp.“I will return when I can,” Conan said. “Your pack still needs you, Oren. Do not forget that. The search will continue.”Oren nodded. “Thank you, Alpha Conan. I will not stop until I have answers. Please… take care of her.”I swallowed, though the act felt useless. My throat was dry, but I could not form a word. My hands hung at my sides, motionless. My mind kept circling around the same questions. What will the pack say? What will I do? Will Conan send me away? Will he send me back to Riverclaw? Will Raya look at me with disappointment?Lucas stood near me, a silent presence that I was grateful for . He did not speak, but I knew he knew. The way he kept glancing at me, as though he was waiting for me to look back, told me everything. He wanted to say something. I could see it in his hesitation. But he didn’t. And maybe

ANGELA I paced in front of the rogues, my voice rising higher with every word. “Are you all completely useless? I left one task for you. One simple task. Watch her. Keep her under control. Make sure nothing goes wrong. And you still managed to fail me. How hard is that? How can you call yourselves warriors when you cannot even guard one woman?” One of the rogues lowered his head. “We tried—” “Do not finish that sentence,” I cut him off sharply. “You tried? That is your excuse? Do you even hear yourself? You think trying is enough for me? You think trying will bring me results? You all are dumb. Absolutely dumb. Useless. If you could not succeed in keeping one person where she should be, then what use are you to me? What use are you to anyone?” Silence filled the space, but my anger only grew. I pointed at them in turn. “Every single one of you failed. Not just one of you. All of you. You had numbers. You had orders. And yet she slipped right through your hands!? A single woman, a

GWENWhen Raya and I arrived at the healer’s chambers, the door was already open, and the familiar scent of herbs and dried roots drifted into the hallway. The healer welcomed me inside and gestured toward the long wooden table.“Gwen, lie down for me,” she said in her calm voice.I obeyed and stretched out across the table. I had done this so many times in the past weeks that it no longer felt strange. She pressed her hands gently against my stomach, the same way she had before, moving carefully from one side to the other.“Have you been taking the tonic as I told you?” she asked while continuing her work.“Yes,” I answered simply.She nodded to herself and pressed once more before stepping back. “Good. Everything has completely flushed away now. Your body is clean, and there are no traces left that could cause you harm.”I blinked away the sting in my eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”She gave me a long look. “Gwen, everything happens for a reason. You must not hold this as a burden

GWENThe pack house was alive with activity that evening as everyone worked to prepare the hall for Rian’s surprise birthday party. I had never seen so many people moving together with such purpose, and it made me feel part of something beautiful. Tables were being set, trays of food were carried in, decorations were arranged, and soft music was tested from the corner where some pack members had set up small speakers. The air was filled with voices talking over one another as instructions were given, questions were asked, and laughter broke through whenever someone made a small mistake.“Gwen, could you help me with the candles on this table?” Daisy called out from across the hall. She looked excited, moving quickly from one spot to another as if she could not stay still for long.“Of course,” I replied, walking toward her with a box of candles in my hands. “Where do you want them placed?”“Two on each end, and three in the middle,” Daisy explained. “I want the light to spread evenly