All Chapters of Fated to Him, Drawn to You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MEGAN’S POVThe world finally slowed, colors solidifying into walls and shadows as Victor stopped moving. My heart was still racing, not from the speed but from everything else. I clung to him for a second longer before pulling away, my legs barely steady under me.We were in a small cabin. Dark, remote, unfamiliar. A safehouse, I assumed. Wooden walls. No windows. Only a single flickering lantern lighting the room.I stepped back, rubbing my arms, still shaken.“How did you know?” I asked, my voice quiet but sharp. “How did you know I was in danger?”Victor met my gaze, his face unreadable. He had already cleaned the blood from his face, but I could still smell it faintly. Metallic. Brutal.“I didn’t… not exactly,” he said. “But I had a feeling. I’ve been keeping an eye on the house..at a distance. When I saw those witches approaching, something felt off.”“You were watching me?” I blinked, taking a step back.“To protect you,” he said, stepping closer. “I know you don’t trust me, Me

MEGAN’S POVVictor slammed the door shut behind us, double-checking the locks before pulling the curtains closed. My heart was still racing from the chase. I could feel bits of leaves and dirt in my hair, my clothes torn at the knees, but we’d made it out.Barely.I collapsed onto the worn-out couch, still trying to steady my breathing. Victor disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. I took it with a grateful nod.“I need to call my parents,” I said after a moment.Victor nodded. “I’ll give you some space.”I didn’t let him leave the room though. I wanted him close. I dialed quickly, and Mom answered on the second ring.“Sweetheart?” Her voice was tight with worry. “Are you okay?”“We’re fine,” I said quickly. “But you need to hear this.”I put her on speaker just as Dad’s voice joined the line.“We’re both here. Go ahead.”I inhaled deeply. “The witches are planning to betray both the vampires and the wolves. They’ve been playing nice with the sunstones and h

MEGAN’S POVThe night was still. Too still.Victor had finally gone quiet after pacing the safehouse for what felt like an hour. I heard the soft click of a door closing his bedroom, I assumed. My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe in here anymore. Between the suffocating silence, the war outside, and the storm of emotions inside me, I needed to move.I tiptoed across the floor, grabbing the hoodie Victor had left draped over the back of the couch. I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful; I just couldn’t sit still anymore. I cracked the door open slowly, every nerve screaming that this was a bad idea, but I shoved the feeling down. I needed space, not permission.The night air bit at my cheeks as I stepped outside, inhaling deeply. It smelled like pine, dirt, and freedom.I shifted halfway, just enough to run faster…. quicker steps, sharper senses, no fur. It wasn’t a full shift, but enough to give me clarity.I hadn’t made it more than fifty yards when I heard it:"Are you out o

MEGAN’S POVVictor was already dressed and pacing when I woke up. The soft vibration of his phone on the kitchen table pulled him toward it.He glanced at the screen. “It’s Gwendoline.”He answered quickly, putting it on speaker.Gwendoline’s voice was tight. Urgent.“We have a problem.”Victor straightened. “What is it?”“I just got word from my contact inside the rogue witches’ faction. They know the Council is growing suspicious, they’re accelerating the timeline.”I sat up straighter, heart beginning to race. “What does that mean?”“It means they’re planning to strike” she said grimly.Victor swore under his breath. “Do they know the spell is close to breaking?”“They suspect. Which means they’ll act soon. Probably within days. They have a meeting later.”“Megan and I will go. See what they’re planning and report back.”“Okay,” Gwendoline said before ending the call.My stomach turned.Victor looked at me. “We need to spy on their meeting again.”He met my eyes… calm, controlled,

VICTOR’S POVI was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for a blood bag, trying to ignore the dull throb in my chest. Things had been tense since the mission… and even tenser since that talk with Megan. I had accepted that things were complicated. But I hadn’t expected him to be around so much…so close.Just as I pierced the bag and started sipping, Sebastian’s voice boomed through the house like a thunderclap.“The curse is lifted!”I turned sharply to see him running toward Megan, his eyes glowing a brilliant orange. Without hesitation, he scooped her up and spun her in a tight circle, both of them laughing like they were in some kind of fairytale ending. She clung to him, face glowing, completely caught up in his excitement.And I was frozen.Before I could even process what was happening, Sebastian dropped to the floor mid-laugh and shifted in a blur of fur and light. A massive silver wolf now stood in the center of the room, muscles rippling under his coat, tail wagging f