All Chapters of The Fated Series: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ChooseHer eyes fluttered open.The first thing she felt was the cold stone beneath her back, the copper tang of blood lingering thick in the air. The next—heat. Not from the torches blazing along the throne room walls, but from the weight of four gazes pressing down on her.When her vision cleared, she saw them.Tristan’s piercing green eyes, wide with terror and relief. Balor’s golden stare, fierce and unyielding, jaw clenched. Osiris with his copper hair like flame and the tattoos rippling over his arms, watching her in unnerving silence. And Lefu, tall and broad, his black eyes flickering with something unreadable.All four alphas bent over her like wolves circling prey—or perhaps something far more dangerous.Evandra drew in a shuddering breath, then pushed herself upright. Her body trembled, but it wasn’t weakness. It was the weight of what she carried.Tristan reached for her first, grasping her hand, grounding her. His warmth seared her, familiar and safe, and guilt lanced thr

4 Alphas, 1 Queen LunaOutside the fortress walls, the air had shifted.It was subtle at first—like the faint tingle before lightning strikes—but every wolf on the battlefield felt it. Hackles lifted, spines arched, ears twitched to a rhythm none of them had heard before. It wasn’t the familiar tether of their own Alpha’s command. This was something foreign, threading through the marrow of their bones. A pulse. A thrum that rippled across the lines of warriors like invisible lightning winding its way through their veins.The Melting Moon wolves stiffened, exchanging uneasy glances, silver eyes flashing in the gloom. Crescent wolves growled low in their throats, bracing as though for an unseen ambush. Pine Wood warriors faltered mid-step, their copper-furred wolves trembling, as though they stood at the edge of a storm with no shelter in sight. Even the disciplined Celestia wolves—who prided themselves on iron control—paused as their formation wavered. Whatever this was, it reached eve

ResetFor the first time in what felt like weeks, silence.Evandra sat curled on the edge of the bed, her knees drawn up, the moonlight spilling across her skin in pale silver streaks. The echoes of the throne room still lived in her chest—the clash of alphas, the scent of blood, the thunder of her own scream before the world had gone dark. And then…the voice of the Moon Goddess. The impossible choice. The binding decision she had made.Four mates. Four packs. One Luna.Her hands twisted in her lap as she exhaled shakily, the thought spiraling through her for the thousandth time. How in the Goddess’s name is this going to work?After long, heated discussions with Tristan, Balor, Osiris, and Lefu, an arrangement had finally been struck. She would live among them all in turns, three months at a time. Three months in each pack house, three months learning their wolves, their lands, their people. Three months trying to bind herself to each Alpha without tearing the others apart. It was th

Fall in LineThe Pearl Pack Beta closed the great wooden doors behind him with a slam that rattled the hall. His chest was tight, his wolf restless. The council elders had just finished their meeting—half of them convinced Jalen was no longer fit to lead, half still clinging to his title out of loyalty to his bloodline. In the end, they had agreed: Jalen himself would answer for his failures. They would give him one chance to face them, to prove he was still Alpha.The Beta exhaled hard and raked a hand through his hair. He had no idea what kind of Jalen would walk through those doors tomorrow—the hollow-eyed drunkard or the strong Alpha he used to be.Far away, in the shadowed corner of a locked chamber, Chelsea hummed softly as she stirred herbs into a shallow bowl of dark water. The scent of ash and clove clung thick to the air, mingling with the musky perfume she wore. Behind her, an older witch with long, silver-streaked braids traced symbols into the floor with chalk.“You’ve do

The Wolf WithinThe study was quiet but for the faint crackle of the hearth and the scratching of his pen across parchment. The room had always been a sanctuary for him, lined with books and maps, heavy with the scent of leather and old ink. Tonight, however, it felt less like a refuge and more like a cage.Because he wasn’t alone.Coward.The voice rumbled from deep inside, low and guttural. His wolf—Kaelen—had been restless for days, prowling the edges of Lefu’s mind with sharp impatience.“I am not a coward,” Lefu muttered aloud, though there was no one in the room but himself. His quill stilled against the paper. “I am cautious.”Caution is for prey, Kaelen snarled, pacing the confines of their shared soul. We are not prey. We are Alpha. And she is ours.Lefu pressed his thumb against his temple, trying to quiet the heat thrumming through his chest. Kaelen always grew louder when Evandra was near, and lately, she was everywhere. Her scent clung to the halls, to the linens, even to