All Chapters of The Fated Series: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Fractured VisionsUnknown POVThe glass rippled like water beneath his fingertips, though it was not water—it was something older, darker, carried forward from centuries when wolves still believed their souls could be caged in reflections. The Mirror hummed faintly, alive, pulsing with each heartbeat of the woman bound to it.“Witch,” he said, his voice low and measured, the tone of an Alpha who never raised his voice but still expected obedience. “The Crescent Alpha was stronger than you predicted. He finally broke free of the mirror’s hold.”The witch emerged from the shadow, her eyes like ink spilled on parchment, lips twisting in faint amusement. Her hands hovered just above the Mirror’s surface, weaving faint threads of smoke.“It was his love for his mate that brought him out of the trance,” she said, tilting her head. “You underestimate how stubborn love can be. That is the last bond needing sealed before Evandra becomes a force even you cannot win against.”His jaw tightened.

The Most to GainEvandra POVDinner smelled like rosemary and smoke and the kind of warmth that makes your bones remember home. For one soft hour, the Crescent Alpha house felt less like a war room and more like a table where a family could simply be—a loaf torn open, steam rising; butter melting into gold along the crust; wine catching firelight and throwing rubies onto Tristan’s cheekbones. Osiris was already telling a story with his hands, broad and animated, while Lefu listened with that quiet focus that made you feel steadier just for sharing the same air. Balor, across from me, tipped his glass but watched me over the rim, amber eyes gentled, the sharp lines of him newly human in the candlelight.I kept finding my palm over my belly without meaning to. No change, not to my own nose or body, and yet each of their gazes made the spark in me feel more real—Tristan’s softening as if a rough sea had finally recognized its shore; Lefu’s thoughtful and gleaming; Osiris’s bright with un

Pulse of FourEvandra's POVFive weeks. That’s how long it had been since Crescent bled, since the air filled with fire and ash and the cries of wolves dying in their own homes. Five weeks since Balor’s walls had crumbled and his spirit nearly with it. Five weeks of rebuilding.The Alpha house stood tall again, scars patched, beams replaced, windows shining clean like none of it had ever happened. But I knew better. Crescent carried wounds invisible to the eye, grief that lingered in the hearts of its wolves. I carried it too.And through it all, my mates never left. Tristan, with his fierce protectiveness, kept watch like a hawk. Osiris, always loud and bold, lifted spirits with laughter when Crescent wolves thought they’d forgotten how. Lefu, quiet and steady, made sure no detail was overlooked. And Balor—my Balor—still bore the weight of guilt, but slowly, finally, he was stepping out of the shadows to stand with his people again.The strangest part was the silence.The Mirror hadn

Work of WarRowan waited in the antechamber outside the Crescent council room with his hands clasped behind his back, posture straight as a spear. He looked thinner than I remembered—road-worn, dust clinging to his boots, his dark hair wind-ruffled like he’d run half the way rather than ride. Pearl and Green Briar scents wove faintly around him, tempered by travel and caution.“Luna,” he said when I stepped in with Tristan, Osiris, Lefu, and—after a heartbeat’s hesitation—Balor. He dropped to one knee, head bowed.“Up,” I told him softly. “You’re among allies.”Rowan rose, relief ghosting over his face before discipline shuttered it. His eyes flicked past my shoulder and found each Alpha in turn, measuring. Tristan watched him like a blade watches a throat; Osiris’s arms were folded, boulder-solid; Lefu’s expression gave away nothing but attention; Balor was all stillness, amber stare unreadable. The room hummed with power and history.“Say what you came to say,” Tristan prompted, voi

Bonds BreakingMoonlight shattered across the river like broken glass, and my mates became silhouettes of fury.Osiris moved first—too fast for thought, a copper comet—shoulder driving into Tristan’s ribs. The impact made a sound I felt in my teeth. Tristan staggered, then snapped back with a hook to Osiris’s jaw, knuckles splitting skin. The smell of iron burst sharp in the air.“Stop—!” My voice ripped raw against the roar of the river.Balor was already on Lefu, palms colliding with a crack like felled timber. Lefu absorbed the blow, pivoted, and answered with a precise strike to Balor’s diaphragm that forced a breathless grunt from his chest. They locked, forearms grinding, muscles cording, amber eyes and obsidian ones burning hatred that wasn’t theirs.Sage surged up in me—hot, frantic. Pull them back, Vandra. Pull them back before the bonds fray beyond mending.I lunged into the chaos. Tristan’s forearm flashed past my cheek; Osiris’s elbow skimmed my collarbone as I wedged betw