All Chapters of The Fated Series: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Alpha’s StruggleTristanThe walls of his office seemed to close in on him with every step he took. Back and forth, boots grinding against the stone floor, Tristan prowled like a caged beast.He could still smell her. Even here, away from the infirmary, her scent clung to him—wildflowers and rain. His pulse refused to calm, his skin burned with restless energy, and Thorne… Thorne was becoming impossible.You left her bound, the wolf growled, furious. Rope on her skin, humiliation on her spirit. That is not how you treat a mate.“She’s not my mate,” Tristan hissed, slamming a fist down onto his desk. Parchments jumped from the impact. “Not yet. Not until I know she is safe for us. For the pack.”Safe? Thorne snarled, pacing inside him with snapping teeth. She bled in the dirt, fighting rogues. She built shelter with her hands. She endured betrayal and still breathes. She is stronger than half the warriors you command. And you would leave her tied like a criminal?Tristan closed his

Truth RevealedTristanThe knock at his door came sharp and urgent. Tristan snapped his head up from where he had been leaning against the window, knuckles pressed white against the frame.“Enter,” he growled, though his voice was lower, rougher than he intended.Liora stepped inside, Kohl close behind her. Both carried the scent of travel and the faint edge of unease.“Well?” Tristan demanded, his body tense as a drawn bowstring. “What did you learn?”Liora’s eyes flicked briefly toward Kohl before she answered. “Evandra spoke the truth, Alpha. Pearl Pack confirmed it. She was banished. Your suspicion of rogues was misplaced—when we arrived, Jalen made it very clear she’s nothing to him now.”Tristan’s gut twisted. “Nothing?”Kohl’s jaw tightened. “That was his word. ‘She is nothing. Do with her as you wish.’”Tristan’s hands clenched into fists. The thought of a male—an Alpha—casting off a Luna as though she were a recluse, burned him to his core. And yet, hadn’t he done nearly the

OmegaTristanThe infirmary bed was empty.For a heartbeat, Tristan’s mind went white, the air rushing from his lungs as though he had been struck in the chest. He gripped the bed frame hard enough that the wood creaked under his palm.“She’s gone,” he whispered, voice ragged.Gone? Thorne’s roar thundered in his head. You drove her off, Tristan! She was ours, and you tied her like prey. You doubted her, and now she’s gone!“No,” Tristan ground out, chest heaving. “Not again. I won’t lose her again.”His wolf snarled, pacing, frantic. You already lost her once. Jalen took her love, her place, her pride. And now you’ve shown her she cannot trust us either.Tristan’s pulse pounded so hard it rattled in his ears. He stormed from the infirmary, the guards scattering from the fury rolling off him.“Alpha.” Liora intercepted him, hands raised in a calming gesture. “She’s not gone.”Tristan froze, muscles tight. “Where?”“The kitchen,” Liora said softly. “With the chef.”The words didn’t mak

FracturesJalenThe fire in his office had burned low, filling the air with the scent of ash and pine. Jalen leaned back in his chair, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, staring into the dying flames. Chelsea paced behind him, her silk nightgown swishing with every sharp turn.“So she’s alive.” Her voice was icy, her delicate hands fisting at her sides. “Not only alive, but tucked neatly away in Melting Moon territory. Good riddance, I say. Let Tristan Walker deal with her pathetic sob story.”Jalen swirled his drink. The amber liquid caught the firelight, but he didn’t answer.Chelsea stopped pacing. “Good riddance,” she repeated, louder this time, almost demanding. “Jalen, you should be relieved.”He took a long sip instead of speaking. The burn slid down his throat, but it did nothing to smother the ache that had been gnawing at him since the rejection.“You don’t sound relieved.” Chelsea’s voice sharpened like broken glass. “Don’t tell me… you still love her.”The accusation hit hi

The Quiet AcheEvandraThe kitchen smelled of warm bread and fried eggs when Evandra finished scrubbing the last pan. The chef gave her a broad smile and clapped her lightly on the shoulder, thanking her for the help. Evandra only bowed her head, murmured a soft “you’re welcome”, and slipped out before anyone else could notice her.She didn’t know exactly where her feet were carrying her, but she welcomed the movement. Sitting still made the walls close in. Her body still remembered the ropes. Her mind still remembered Jalen’s voice.Her wandering brought her to a set of double doors, one left slightly ajar. A soft chorus of giggles and coos drifted through. Curious, she peeked inside.The nursery.Half a dozen pups tumbled across padded rugs while two women tried to corral them. A baby wailed in a wooden crib, and Evandra’s body moved before her mind could question.“Would you like help?” she asked softly.The women startled, exchanged a quick glance, then nodded gratefully. “If you