All Chapters of A Stolen Fate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MILES' POVI sit in Dr. Harrow's office, drumming my fingers impatiently against the examination table as she scribbles notes on her pad. It has been a week since I returned home to find Rhea gone, one week of sleepless nights and a rage that builds like a storm inside my chest. I do not want to be here. I do not want to be anywhere except hunting down my runaway Luna."Please look straight ahead, Alpha Miles," Dr. Harrow says as she shines a penlight into my eyes.I force myself to comply, though my wolf bristles at being commanded. She clicks the light off, making a small note before moving to examine the bruises that mottle my torso. "Any dizziness? Nausea? Headaches?""No," I lie. The headaches have been constant since I woke from the coma, but I do not want to give her a reason to extend this imprisonment of rest and rehabilitation. The sooner this examination is over, the sooner I can return to figuring out where Rhea has disappeared to. Evans and Rico have both returned, but ne

A month later...ROXY'S POVI dig my nails into the velvet of Mother's antique armchair until I feel the wood beneath. It has been weeks since Miles woke up, weeks since Rhea disappeared, and nothing is going according to plan.I flick my gaze to the floor, where the lush ivory rug is already marked by my black boot, tapping restlessly. I hate this house. Every time I return here, it is as if I am fourteen again, waiting for Mom to call me into the kitchen so she can tell me how I have disappointed her this time.The kitchen door creaks open and she appears carrying a steaming cup. "Roxy," she says, setting the cup on the marble side table next to me. "You look... distressed."She eyes the three empty espresso cups already lined up in a row, then me, then the half-shredded napkin in my lap.I snatch the fresh cup and inhale. "Distressed is an understatement, Mom. This is a disaster."She smooths her skirt and sits across from me. "Tell me what happened. Slowly, please. Do not dramatiz

MILES' POVI drag myself down the grand staircase and pause midway when I hear Roxy's commanding voice ringing from the kitchen as she orders the staff around. My jaw clenches. I have barely been awake for five minutes, and already I feel a headache building at my temples."Alpha Miles." Rose stands at the landing with her hands folded neatly in front of her apron. Her face is carefully blank, but I have known her long enough to read the disapproval in the tight corners of her mouth. "You are up early this morning.""What is she doing?" I ask, nodding toward the kitchen where another of Roxy's commands cuts through the air.Rose's expression does not change. "Miss Chapman insisted on preparing breakfast herself," she says. "She said it would aid in her recovery to feel... useful."I exhale slowly through my nose. It has been three days since I allowed Roxy to stay at the packhouse while she recovered from her injuries. Three days of her gradually expanding her presence from the guest

RHEA'S POVI turn slowly, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. Yuri stands before me with his familiar face completely unmasked. A wide grin spreads across his features as he steps closer. My knees nearly buckle with relief, and for a moment, I cannot speak or even breathe properly."I thought I would find you here," Yuri says, his arms spreading wide in greeting. His cedar and night air scent reaches me even before he does.Without thinking, I pull off my emerald mask and lunge into his embrace. The familiar comfort of his arms around me brings tears to my eyes. I have not realized until this moment how desperately I have needed to see a friendly face, someone who knows me—the real me."Yuri," I whisper against his chest. "How did you—"His arms tighten around me, holding me longer than necessary. I become acutely aware of his scent enveloping me and his heartbeat strong against my cheek. Something about the way he holds me feels different than before, more intimate somehow.

RHEA'S POVMiles stands there, tall and unmovable, his grey eyes burning through my emerald mask like it is not even there. His chest rises and falls sharply, as his fists clench at his sides, and his mask hangs loosely in his hand."Rhea," he says again, his voice lower this time and more dangerous. "Take off the mask."I remain still, pressing my lips tightly together. If I speak, he will know it is me. The mask might hide my face, but not my voice.Miles takes a step forward, and I notice the limp immediately. His strides are uneven, and his weight shifts and rests heavily on one leg.I bite my lips, biting down the urge to ask what happened to him."Are you alright?" he asks. "Why did you leave?" he demands, moving closer. His familiar scent of sandalwood and spice washes over me, almost overwhelming me. "Do you have any idea what you have put everyone through? Or what you have put me through?"I shake my head slightly, taking a small step backward. My back touches the cool stone