All Chapters of The Fated Series: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Warrior’s GiftJalenThat night at Green Briar still lived in Jalen’s bones.He remembered the fortress walls slick with blood, the sound of rifles cracking like thunder, the acrid bite of wolfsbane smoke drifting through the air. He remembered clutching at his chest, the knife wound Jack had driven into him burning like molten silver, thinking he’d never rise again. He remembered Evandra’s face as she stood over him, the woman he had destroyed and abandoned, and the shocking mercy in her eyes when she appointed him Alpha instead of finishing what she could have.The night after Evandra and the other packs left, he had expected the wolves of Green Briar to reject him. He’d expected to be torn apart before the night ended. But they bent their knees. They gave him their throats.And it was in the aftermath, among the wreckage and mourning, that he met her.The surviving warriors had been called into the courtyard, their weapons piled at the center. Many wept openly, grieving brother

The Mirror's ShadowThe dream still clung to her skin like smoke.Evandra ran barefoot through the woods, the ground cold and wet beneath her soles, her lungs burning with each breath. Behind her, heavy paws struck the earth in thunderous rhythm. A wolf—not rogue, not wild, but not familiar either—was hunting her. Its scent tugged at the edge of memory, nagging and almost known, like a face seen once in a crowded hall.Every time she thought she could pull ahead, the growl came closer. A flash of fur through the trees. The sound of jaws snapping shut, inches from her shoulder. She screamed, stumbling over a root, and just as the wolf lunged for her throat—She jolted awake, heart hammering. Sweat slicked her skin, her nightdress clinging damp against her body. The ceiling of Melting Moon’s guest chamber swam into focus. She dragged air into her lungs, shaking her head, trying to shed the cloying fear of the dream.Beside her, Tristan shifted. The sheets rustled as his muscled arm brus

Burn the SeaThe wedding hall glowed like a jewel, silvered lanterns swaying above them, laughter and song filling the space like a tide. Despite her nerves, despite the dream that still clung to her ribs like frost, the ceremony had gone perfectly. Their vows had rung true, their marks fresh and burning with the holy sting of the Moon Goddess. And Tristan’s kiss—gods, his kiss—still clung to her lips when he leaned close and whispered, “I loved you first.”Balor’s grunt was low, half-warning, half-wounded pride. Osiris let out a growl that cracked into a laugh, unable to resist the game of it. And Lefu, steady as ever, merely sipped his wine as though nothing could unseat his calm.Now, in the feasting hall, at the private table that overlooked rows upon rows of wolves celebrating their bond, Evandra sat between Tristan and Osiris, Lefu across from her, Balor on the end. Their presence pulled at her in different shades—icy fire from Tristan, warm storm from Osiris, quiet stone from L

Book ThreeA Choice Bound by BloodChapter One: The Hunter in the DarkThe forest was endless.Moonlight filtered in sharp silver beams through clawed branches, painting streaks of light across the loam. Evandra’s lungs burned as she sprinted barefoot, gown tangling around her legs. Something was behind her. She couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear more than the crack of branches in pursuit, but she knew the truth in her marrow: she was prey, and the hunter was gaining.She tried to shift, called for Sage, but her wolf was sluggish—caught in a mire of dread. The air itself felt weighted with magic, thick enough to choke on.Branches tore her skin. Roots clawed her ankles. Each breath grew shallower until she heard it: a growl, low and guttural, vibrating the earth.She spun just in time to see eyes glowing in the dark—amber, not rogue red, but burning with intent. A wolf. Enormous. Not one she knew.Not a stranger, either.The scent was maddeningly familiar, but her terror wouldn’t allow he

Fires AblazeHe swept around the desk in two strides, his hands gripping her shoulders, his mouth crashing onto hers. The kiss was fire, searing and unrestrained, and Evandra gasped against it before melting into him. All her fury, all her grief, all her longing poured into the way she kissed him back, her fingers tangling in his golden hair.Balor growled low in his throat, lifting her with ease and setting her onto the edge of his desk. Papers scattered, the whiskey glass toppled, but neither cared. His hands roamed, desperate, as though anchoring himself to her.Evandra broke the kiss long enough to gasp, “Balor—”“You’re mine,” he growled, pressing his forehead to hers. His amber eyes blazed. “Even if I’m the last, even if I’m cursed to always be the last—you’re still mine.”“Always,” she whispered back, cupping his face. “I’ve waited too long for you. Don’t make me wait anymore.”That was all it took.He ripped her clothes off with a feral quickness. Pressing kisses to her cheek,