All Chapters of A Stolen Fate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RHEA'S POVTwo Days Later...The door opens, and Dr. Hansen enters with a folder in her hands. She is an older woman with kind eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor that I have come to appreciate in our brief acquaintance. She pulls up a stool and sits directly in front of me."I have your results, Ms. Marston," she says."Is it a stomach virus?" I ask hopefully. "Food poisoning?"Dr. Hansen shakes her head slowly. "No, Ms. Marston. You are pregnant. Approximately two months along, based on hormone levels.""That is... that is ridiculous," I blurt out, looking at Eliza who is standing beside me.Eliza squeezes my hand but says nothing. Her silence speaks volumes, she does not believe my self-diagnosis any more than I do. We have been to three different pack clinics today and they all say the same thing."How can I be pregnant, doctor?" I ask in confusion. "I miscarried not too long ago, and—" I pause as heat rushes to my face. "I have not exactly been... you know... active since then. There

MILES' POV "Wiped who out?" Evans asks, stepping forward.My father looks up at me. Then his gaze shifts from me to Evans, then to Rico, as if seeing us for the first time. "The Children of the Dagger," he says. "Donovan's people.""Donovan?" I repeat. The name is unfamiliar to me. I exchange a confused glance with Rico, who just shrugs, equally lost. "Who is Donovan?"Father closes his eyes briefly, as if the memory is physically painful. "Someone I hoped was long dead," he answers. "Someone who is entitled enough to want our family destroyed."Evans, however, takes a step forward. "Sir, that name is not in any of our records. It is not in the pack archives or in the council database.""It would not be," my father says, and I feel his anger. "I buried that history.""Why have I never heard of him?" I demand, leaning forward on my desk. "Why was I not informed of a group powerful enough to organize an attack of this scale?" More secrets, more things kept from me.My father's eyes mee

MILES’ POVThe weight of my father’s words settles over the room for almost a minute. I go back and sit at the head of the long oak desk, my entire body tense. Evans leans against a shelf with a notebook already in his hand while Rico paces like a caged wolf.The Children of the Dagger, Lance Chapman, a war I never knew was fought, is clawing its way out of a shallow grave, and my wife is out of my sight, unaware of the danger she might be in. My knuckles ache, and I look down to see that my claws are now dug into the surface of my oak desk. I force my hand to relax, leaving deep gouges in the wood.It is Rico who finally breaks the heavy silence. “So, how did Lance end up getting married to Lolita?” he asks bluntly. “If he and Mildred were true mates, how did that happen?”Father exhales, rubbing his temple as if bracing himself. “Lance and Lolita were already seeing each other before he found Mildred. When the bond hit, he broke things off with Lolita.”“She must not have taken that

ROXY'S POVThe slap burns across my cheek like fire, and for a moment, the world is nothing but white-hot pain and a ringing in my ears. Stars explode behind my eyes and the sterile white room goes foggy, and I reel as my head snaps to the side. Did he just hit me? Alpha Miles Mondragon just slapped me across the face. I touch my fingers to my cheek, feeling the heat pulsing beneath my skin as I slowly turn back to face him.This is not the Miles I know. Not the man I have twisted around my finger for months. This is an Alpha, cold and furious. His eyes are different now. They are cold, hard, and completely unrecognizable. The warm grey that once looked at me with affection and need is now replaced with something else, something predatory. I have never seen him like this before."I am going to ask you questions," he says, his voice dangerously low. "And you are going to tell me the truth. If you lie to me again, what just happened will feel like a gentle caress compared to what comes

MILES' POVMy hand slams down on the steering wheel as I hit the horn, speeding past a smaller vehicle. Water splashes from the puddles on the road, spraying across its sides as I drive past. The rain falls in thick sheets, hammering the roof of the car, blurring everything outside into gray streaks. The skies have opened up to unleash a storm that matches the one inside me. I do not have a destination in mind. I just drive.I do not get to finish with Morena and Lolita before I leave the dungeon. Spending one more time in that place would have made Titan take over and rip them into pieces. Titan howls in my head at the betrayal of it all. He does not use words. It is a pure, keening sound of agony, the sound of a wolf who has hurt its mate. He had mourned the absence of our mate for weeks, had mourned our broken bond, but nothing had broken him more than knowing that his instinct had always been right. He had never liked Roxy, not once. Titan had played a crucial role in ensuring t