All Chapters of Fated To The Golden-Eyed Devil: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV Fiona’s eyes flickered wide like she was surprised too, but then she obeyed, slipping into the seat with the grace of someone born for it. And for a moment, the entire hall was silent, every Elder watching Alexander, waiting.“From this day forward, Fiona will serve as an Elder in waiting. She will take the place of Marcus.”The words struck harder than a slap.The room erupted. Nods of approval. Murmurs of satisfaction. Even claps against the table in agreement.Elder… in waiting? Replacing Marcus?My heart pounded soo hard that blood rushed to my head.I remembered her whisper. Two moves.Is this the first? Her first way of destroying me?I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes were just fixed on Alexander.My wolf stirred inside me, restless, angry, humiliated. I remember the first time I joined this meeting. I was treated like an unwanted guest, kike a criminal they were interrogating, and now Alexander had pulled her—her—into this very space in jus

LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV “These should help with the pain,” Clifford said, handing me back my pouch. I nodded, grateful, despite a little ache in my lower belly. The walk had cleared my head, but now that we were back at the pack walls, I was beginning to feel, uneasy.The people paused as we passed. Mothers pulled their children closer.I hugged the satchel tighter, confused.What did they smell? Was it herbs on me, or… was it me? Has Fiona cooked up rubbish and fed it to them?Clifford noticed too. His stance instantly changed. He leaned toward me, “Don’t look back. Keep walking.”But it was impossible not to. Every step felt heavier, their eyes cutting deeper, their fear almost tangible, almost hungry.And then, as we reached the gate.My stomach dropped. The ache in my lower belly told me the truth before my mind caught up. Then warmth slid down my thigh. Of all times. My monthly flow had to come now? According to my calculations, I'm not supposed to have my monthly flow till n

LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV The door slammed behind him. I stayed frozen, then sank to the floor, clutching at my skirts. His words burned in my head. Barren. Leech. Stinking woman.I pressed a hand to my empty stomach. What if he was right? What if Fiona and Sarah were right?What if the Goddess had already turned her face from me?“Aqua?” Clifford called out. Again.I pulled the door open with shaky fingers. His eyes narrowed when he saw me. “What happened?”“Do I stink?” I whispered.“What?” Clifford’s brows creased. “Of course not. What sort of question is that?”“Alexander said so. So please don't lie to—” my words were cut off when he pulled me closer to him. Soo close that I could inhale his rich sweet scent that made my mind tingle sometimes.He did the same, burying his nose at the crook of my neck and sniffing soo long that I had to hold on to him to stabilise myself.After a while, he slowly let go, “You have the most intoxicating scent ever, Aquamarine. Alexander is just a b

LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV His words scraped against my chest. Fix it? My fingers clenched the blanket, heat flooding through me despite the chill on my skin.“You think you can fix me?” I whispered, bitterness slipping through. “Get rid of my looks, give me a child—”“For the last time Aqua,” Clifford sighed. “Alexander can't give you a child. It's impossible, he's cursed to die alone. Demanding a child from you when he couldn’t get one from his past mistress is something you should question.”“He said he doesn't plant his seeds in them.” I sniffed. About his curse, how does Clifford know about it? But the curse and the child? I thought the curse had something to do with his dragon.“That's a lie,” Clifford spat. “He kills them to save his shame. And not just them, he wipes their whole pack.”My eyes went wide. It made a lot of sense, because no she-wolf has ever approached this pack. No rumours about his other mistress. It was as if they just vanished into thin air.“So no, you're not

PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV Rejected.The word itself curdled in my chest like poison. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, restless, snapping at the thought, refusing to accept it. No. Impossible. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.But then the memories came back in a flood—the way she stared at me blankly in the hall, the way she brushed past me as if I was nothing more than air, as if Clifford’s hand at her back was worth more than my entire existence.“She wouldn’t—” my voice cracked, too rough, too human.Levi’s gaze was merciless. “You can’t even say it without choking. That alone should terrify you.”I pressed my fingers against my temple, trying to force down the pounding ache, trying to steady the growl clawing up my throat. The bond was still there—I could feel it, faint and stubborn, thrumming beneath my skin like a wounded vein. But it was weaker. Duller. Slipping.“Alexander,” Levi’s tone softened just enough to be dangerous as he turned to the door, “you’ve pushed her too far. And