All Chapters of A Stolen Fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RHEA'S POVAs the car pulls away, I catch a glimpse of Lolita still standing in the hospital entrance, her face stricken and pale. Evans and Rico stand beside her, talking animatedly, probably explaining what they know about my condition.I turn away, staring straight ahead as the hospital shrinks in the rearview mirror. My hand rests on my abdomen, and I rest my head on the glass. A memory rises. It is a different time and a different loss. The day I lost Miles before I ever truly had him.Flashback...I wake to the sharp smell of antiseptic and the beeping of machines. I only see white ceilings, white walls, and white sheets pulled up to my chest. For a moment, I float in confusion, unable to remember how I got here or why my body feels like it has been through a meat grinder. An IV line snakes from my arm to a clear bag hanging beside the bed."Rhea!" Mom's voice, shrill with relief, cuts through the fog in my head. She appears at my bedside, her hand reaching for mine. "Thank the

YURI'S POVI stand shirtless at the window of my guest room, watching Snowfall pack members go about their day as if it is all normal. It is the last day of the inter-pack games, but I feel restless. I have felt this way in the last two days. Two days since I have seen either Rhea or Miles. Something is wrong. Something they are hiding from the rest of the pack and us, the guests. The other Alphas of the east are all going about their day without feeling the stiffness in the air, or they pretend not to. For two days now, it has been the former Alpha, Dennis, and his Luna who have championed the games. They say the current Alpha and Luna had an emergency. Which is common in packs. Alphas and Lunas often have them, but Rhea cannot just disappear like that without giving me a hint or even answering her calls.I look down at my cell phone in my hand; the screen shows unanswered calls. Twelve times I have dialed her number, and twelve times it all got sent straight to voicemail. I press he

RHEA'S POVA light knock comes at the door, and I do not answer, but the person enters anyway. I do not turn my head. I know it is Eliza by her gentle footsteps, by the subtle scent of jasmine and something gentler, like soap or baby powder that always clings to her, by the quiet sigh she gives when she sees me still lying in the same position as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that."Hi Rhea," she says with that careful cheerfulness that people use around the bereaved. "I have brought you some breakfast."I hear the clink of china as she sets a tray on the bedside table. The smell of cinnamon porridge and mint tea wafts toward me, making my empty stomach clench. I have not been hungry for days. Food seems pointless, like a meaningless ritual for people who have something to live for."You should eat something," Eliza says, moving closer to the bed.I force myself to roll over and face her. It takes more effort than it should. "Thank you," I say, my voice rough

MILES' POVI jerk awake with my head pounding and my vision swimming in the dark. The room is dark, save for the single lamp on the nightstand. For a moment, I do not know where I am. There is a ceiling above me; it is unfamiliar and water stains bloom across it like bruises.The rain drumming on the roof and thunder grumbling in the sky bring back my memory. I am still in this run-down guesthouse in the human territory."You are finally awake."The voice startles me. I turn my head too quickly, and pain lances through my skull. Roxy sits on the edge of my bed with wet hair dripping onto her shoulders. She is wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, which shows off her flawless skin. Her fingers play with the wolf pendant at her throat. I blink in confusion, as I distinctly remember getting a separate room."What are you doing in here?" I ask, my voice rough with sleep.I push myself up on my elbows, realizing with a jolt that I am shirtless. I was fully dressed when I la

RHEA'S POV For the first time in a week, I step out of the bedroom and into the corridor of the River Ash Pack house. The corridor feels like another world, one I am not quite ready to enter. But I cannot hide forever, and I need to start healing and getting my life put back together. As I move forward, two pack servants notice me and immediately bow their heads, lowering their eyes in respect. "Good morning, Miss," one murmurs. The simple act of reverence makes my shoulders tense and makes me feel like I am back in Snowfall, where respect was given to me out of obligation. I cannot even bring myself to answer them. "There you are," a soft voice calls from the end of the corridor. Eliza walks toward me, dressed in a simple blue dress that somehow looks more elegant than anything I have ever owned. Her auburn hair is pulled back in a loose braid, highlighting the warmth in her green eyes. She is not my mother, but there is something on her face that reminds me of the few pho