All Chapters of Fated to Him, Drawn to You: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

GABRIEL’S POVThe air in the Council chamber crackled with tension. The long table that once symbolized unity between the three races now felt more like a war table. Representatives from each faction were seated…but barely containing themselves.Magnus slammed a blood-red file down. “Three of our sentries were slaughtered near the West Ridge. Torn apart. Claw marks everywhere. No vampire could’ve done that.”Across from him, Alpha Landon bared his teeth. “You expect us to believe that? We lost five warriors two nights ago. Their throats were ripped open, fangs. You’re the only ones with those.”“I should drain you dry,” Magnus hissed, standing.“Sit down,” I barked, my voice booming with authority. I rarely raised it. But tonight, no one was listening to reason.Nora, calm as ever, stepped in. “We’re looking into both incidents. Neither side benefits from this. Don’t you think the timing is a little too perfect?”“They left a sunstone behind!” Landon growled. “On the corpse of one of

MEGAN’S POVWe didn’t have to wait long.The chamber doors creaked open, and dad stepped out, his face unreadable. Behind him, murmurs still echoed…low and heated like a storm was brewing inside.“They’ve come to a decision,” he said, eyes meeting mine.Victor straightened. “And?”Dad’s shoulders lifted in a slow breath. “A vote was called. It wasn’t unanimous… but the majority agreed to act on your evidence.”My stomach dropped with relief. “So they believe us?”“They believe there’s enough at stake to move forward,” he said cautiously. “A special task force is being assembled. They’ll start by investigating the witches named in your report, and tracking magical activity that matches the spell traces you found.”Victor let out a breath through his nose. “Finally.”“But,” he added, glancing at him and then at Sebastian, “there are conditions.”“Of course there are,” Sebastian muttered.“The Council has agreed to move carefully. No full confrontation, not yet. They don’t want to risk e

VICTOR’S POV I sat alone in the living room, the soft hum of the lamp overhead the only sound in the silence. My eyes were closed, a glass of aged blood in my hand, trying to steady my mind for what tomorrow would bring. Another mission, another risk, another chance that one of us might not make it back.I needed to be sharp. Focused.But then… I heard it.At first, it was faint. A creak of the bedframe, a muffled moan…hers.Megan.My body stiffened instantly, jaw clenching so tight I thought my fangs might pierce my gums. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I told myself it could be anything. But then the sound became unmistakable…heavy breathing, whispered names, rhythmic movement.And his voice. Sebastian’s.I gripped the armrest, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. My stomach twisted into something ugly and bitter. I could feel my fangs fully extend, more from rage than hunger.I should’ve left. I should’ve walked out of the house, gone hunting, done anything, anything

MEGAN’S POVThe air was thick with tension as the three of us crouched behind a wall of thick underbrush, just outside the edge of the witches' territory. The moon cast an eerie silver glow through the trees, illuminating our path as we waited in silence. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins…part fear, part anticipation.Victor was beside me, unnaturally still, his eyes narrowed with vampiric focus. On my other side, Sebastian scanned the perimeter, his hand occasionally brushing against mine…whether for reassurance or instinct, I wasn’t sure.We’d been tracking the witches for days now, chasing rumors and fragmented spells until we finally got a location for one of their hidden gathering spots. This was it: the forest enclave where they'd supposedly been meeting to plan the next attack.Victor held up a hand, signaling for silence. We moved.Using shadows for cover, we crept closer until we could see the clearing. A dozen witches circled a stone altar, their chants hu

SEBASTIAN’S POVWe’d been training for over an hour, sweat clinging to my skin, my muscles burning with each strike and dodge. Victor was relentless, and Megan, goddess help me, was keeping up with him like they’d been doing this for years. I tried not to let it get under my skin.My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I stepped away for a second, wiping my face with the hem of my shirt. It was my dad.“Hey,” I answered, a little breathless.“Just checking in,” he said, his voice steady but tired. “You three holding up?”“We’re fine. Nothing we can’t handle,” I said, glancing back at the clearing where Victor and Megan were circling each other. “Listen, if anything happens, if the witches come for the pack, I don’t want Mom anywhere near the fight. Or the elders. Lock them in the panic room and keep them there, alright?”There was a pause before he replied. “Understood. I’ll make sure they’re protected.”“Thanks,” I said, hanging up.I slid the phone back into my pocket and looked out to