All Chapters of Fated to Him, Drawn to You: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SEBATIAN’S POVThe next few weeks went by smoother than I could’ve hoped for. Megan and I barely argued. Something that felt like a small miracle considering how fiery we both could be. She was in a better place, more focused and grounded, and honestly, it showed in everything she did.Her witch training was going incredibly well. Every day, she came back from her sessions with Carol glowing with excitement, eager to show me something new she’d learned. At first, it was simple stuff, Glamours, minor shields, elemental sparks but lately, her magic had started to take on real power. Control. Precision.One afternoon, she dragged me out behind the pack house and held up her hand, a swirl of golden light forming in her palm. “Watch this,” she said, eyes gleaming. The orb shimmered and expanded until it burst into a wave of heatless flame that floated upward like fireflies.“That’s impressive,” I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind as I watched the last spark vanish into the sky.

MEGAN’S POVLater that evening, as I sat on the edge of my bed brushing out my hair, I picked up my phone and called Jemma. My hands were trembling slightly, but with excitement more than nerves.She answered on the second ring. “Hey babe! What’s up?”I took a breath, smiling so wide it hurt. “I’m getting married.”There was a pause, just a heartbeat before she let out a loud squeal. “What?! Are you serious? Megan, it’s about damn time!”I laughed, holding the phone away from my ear as she squealed again. “Yes, I’m serious. Just something small and quiet.”“Oh my god, I’m so excited for you,” she said, her voice bubbling with happiness. “You deserve this. You and Sebastian are perfect together.”Her words warmed my heart. “Thank you, Jem. I really needed to hear that. Love you.”“Love you more, bride-to-be.”I walked into the cafeteria, spotting Sebastian right away. He was sitting at our usual table with Roman and Lola, already halfway through their drinks and talking animatedly.

MEGAN’S POVI laid against his chest, letting his warmth ease the tension in my shoulders, but my mind was still spinning.It wasn’t just the call.It was everything lately.He was busier than usual. Longer meetings, quiet phone calls, those few times he’d stepped away from me when his phone buzzed. He always had an excuse: his dad, patrol updates, training matters. And maybe they were real. Maybe it was all harmless.But I wasn’t the same girl I was months ago. Being kidnapped by witches, nearly killed, finding out I was a witch myself and now being pregnant? My entire world had shifted. And with it came a thousand fears, including the one I hated most:What if he changed his mind?He was happy now. So happy. But what if that faded? What if I became too much. The hybrid mate who came with constant danger, emotional scars, and now a baby that wasn’t even planned?He hadn’t done anything wrong. Not really.But it was the little things… like tonight. He said it was his dad but I couldn’

SEBATIAN’S POVThankfully, the boutique owners were wolves. They knew better than to ask too many questions when they saw Roman dragging an unconscious Emorie to the car and Megan yelling about wedding dress superstition like nothing insane had just happened. If this had been a human-run shop… I didn’t even want to imagine the mess we’d be in.Megan had gone to the back to change out of her dress, still fussing that now she'd have to find a new one. I stayed near the entrance, pacing lightly, the adrenaline of the last hour finally starting to crash. That’s when Victor approached me, quiet and unreadable as always."What happens to Emorie?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral.He looked at me, then over his shoulder toward the car where Roman was watching over her. “I’ll take her to the council cells. She’ll stay there until the trial.”“And after that?”Victor’s expression didn’t shift. “More than likely… she’ll get a stake to the heart.”I nodded slowly. I should’ve felt more, but all

SEBATIAN’S POVWe had just gotten back from our honeymoon, the bags still half-unpacked and clothes strewn across the bed like a soft explosion of tropical memories. Megan was humming as she pulled out souvenirs, carefully placing them on the dresser. I watched her with a soft smile, heart full.It had been perfect. Just the two of us, warm sunsets, stolen kisses, laughter, and the occasional pregnancy craving that had me running across resort grounds like a madman. But one memory stood out most.I chuckled to myself as I picked up one of her sundresses, folding it with more care than necessary.“What’s so funny?” Megan asked, glancing over her shoulder with a raised brow.“Nothing,” I said quickly, biting down a smirk.She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Sebastian…”I laughed harder now, remembering the pout on her face, the way she stomped off to the bathroom, furious that I was too scared to be intimate with her.“I thought the baby would break,” I teased gently, not even trying t