All Chapters of The Fated Series: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Finally FreeThe strain was unbearable.Evandra felt it in the way the warriors snapped at each other in the training yard, the way omegas whispered in the kitchens, the way Liora’s eyes carried worry every time she glanced toward Tristan’s closed chamber doors. The bond was demanding more, pulling tighter, fraying at the edges. And it was dragging the whole pack with it.By the time night fell, Sage was pacing so hard in her chest that Evandra could hardly breathe. She couldn’t take it anymore. She left her own chambers and walked the quiet corridors, guided by something more instinct than choice. Her feet carried her to Tristan’s door.She didn’t knock. She slipped inside.Tristan stood at the window, shoulders rigid, staring into the night like he was at war with it. His wolf was close—too close—because Thorne’s low growls spilled through the room, vibrating against her skin as soon as she entered.“You feel it too,” Evandra whispered, her voice raw.He turned, eyes molten gold, pa

ObedienceThe first thing Evandra noticed about Crescent captivity was the silence. No jeers, no chains clattering, no beatings. She’d expected brutality, but instead they treated her as though she were porcelain.The Crescent warriors led her into a chamber draped in muted colors, heavy with incense. They offered her food, water, and even clean garments. To an outsider, it might have looked like hospitality. But Evandra knew better. It was control.She swallowed her rage, hiding it deep. Sage clawed at her insides, desperate to strike, but Evandra forced her wolf down. Calm. Passive. If she fought, they’d only cage her tighter. If she yielded, they might underestimate her.So she kept her head bowed, her eyes downcast, answering their questions with soft “yes, Alphas” and “no, sirs.” To them, she appeared pliant, even docile—an obedient Luna with no teeth.That was what kept their hands off her. That was what made them relax.When Balor finally entered, Evandra found herself staring

Tricks and GamesBalor’s hands still burned with the echo of her touch.That spark. Those undeniable mate-bond sparks.He paced his chambers after leaving her briefly to prepare for Pine Wood’s arrival, his wolf restless and growling in his chest. Why now? Why her?He thought back to the moment at Melting Moon, when he’d pressed a blade to her throat. He had felt nothing then—no tug of destiny, no bond, no pull. But he had been wearing leather gloves, his palms shielded from her skin. Could that have been enough to block the bond’s fire? No, he had licked her face taunting Tristan. Unless this bond was just forged by the Moon Goddess. But why?His wolf snarled but didn’t answer.Balor raked a hand through his golden hair, fury and confusion gnawing at him. If she truly was his mate, then why had the Moon Goddess played such a cruel game? Why had she given her to Tristan first? No, Jalen first. Why let another male claim her as his “second chance mate” only to turn around and set this

Call of the PackThe moon was blood-red in the sky the night Alpha Tristan called upon Celestia. His pack was bleeding, fractured, but not yet broken—and he would see them stand.When Lefu Mills, Alpha of Celestia, answered his summons, the relief across Melting Moon’s courtyard was palpable. Celestia wolves marched in formation, their silver-gray coats gleaming like steel, eyes glowing with the same promise as their Alpha’s: loyalty, vengeance, and war. Then the other half of them rode in a convoy of military style trucks and black SUVs.There was no hesitation. Within hours, Tristan led them across the border, Kohl at his side, Lefu’s army shadowing them like thunder. They would take Evandra back—or die trying. Tristan wondered if Evandra was okay. Would Balor be foolish enough to hurt his future Luna? He had hoped not, but hope sometimes only carried you so far. He had to believe she was safe and unharmed. She had to be. His wolf, Thorne would rage if they had laid a hand on her. N

Party of Four The throne room cracked like a storm breaking.Balor moved first, his golden wolf’s fury flashing in his eyes as he lunged at Osiris. The Pine Wood alpha didn’t hesitate, meeting him head-on with a snarl that shook the chamber. Flesh struck flesh, claws scraped stone, and the air shuddered with their power.Evandra didn’t wait to be shoved aside. She dove into the chaos, her wolf urging her forward. If they killed each other, she’d be no better off. And worse—she could feel their instincts pulling back each time her body came between them, as though they feared striking her.Use it, Sage hissed inside her. Make them hesitate.The alphas’ focus was locked on each other—on the rival predator clawing at their dominance. She threw herself bodily into the center, snarling, lashing out with her claws just enough to sting but not maim. Balor cursed, grabbing her arm to haul her back. Osiris swore and ducked around her, reluctant fury blazing in his eyes.And still—they both pu