All Chapters of Fated to the Alphas: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria’s PovHis resolve broke then. His hands came up to my waist, fingers resting lightly on the curve beneath my shirt, firm yet careful. My knees threatened to buckle. My chest pressed against his, and I could feel the warmth of his body radiating into mine. His breath was hot against my neck, sending tiny shivers down my spine.I couldn’t stop myself. I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt, and tilted my head up. My lips found his, and I kissed him…hard, desperate, a mix of need and relief. Every nerve in me screamed, every ounce of control gone.Aiden responded immediately, his lips moving against mine with the slow, commanding precision that always made my heart race. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him. The world outside ceased to exist. The stars, the moon, the glowing butterflies from earlier…all of it melted away, leaving just the two of us in this perfect, suffocating heat.I could hear him catch his breath

Aria’s PovI was halfway done with my morning chores. Thankfully, everyone seemed to have slept in, so I’d managed to serve breakfast before the usual chaos began.And because Grace wasn’t awake to hover over me like a hawk, I’d snuck into the pantry with my plate, piled embarrassingly high and crouched in the corner. I was starving. Actually starving. And if Grace saw me eating like this, she’d skin me alive.I shoveled another spoonful into my mouth.“What are you doing here?”I nearly choked. The plate wobbled in my hands as I looked up.“Adrian… do you need something?” I forced a shaky smile.He didn’t smile back.“I asked what you’re doing here,” he repeated, voice low, eyes sharp and gods, unfairly handsome at this hour.“Um… having breakfast?” I offered weakly.“Here?” His brow lifted.“Yes?” I said, more of a question than an answer.Adrian didn’t say another word. He bent down, took my hand, and then took my plate with the other. Before I understood what was happening, he was

Grace’s PovI left that dining room before I said something that would damn me in front of everyone.My palms were trembling.Trembling.I pushed through the hallway with long, sharp steps, my nails digging crescents into my skin. The nerve…The absolute nerve..of those boys.My sons.My pride.My legacy.Fighting me… over her.Her!That.. That thing!That girl who should’ve never been under my roof for more than a day.I reached the end of the hall and braced myself against the wall, breathing hard. The sunlight from the long windows bathed everything in warm gold, but inside me…inside me there was nothing but cold boiling rage.Aria.Aria, Aria, Aria.Everywhere I turned..whispers about her.Tension because of her.My sons distracted because of her.She wasn’t even a pure wolf.She wasn’t even worthy.I closed my eyes and felt the burn move behind them. Was this what the moon goddess intended for my household? For my sons? For the future of my pack?My throat tightened.No.No, I

Aria’s povThe sink water was warm, but my hands felt numb.Honestly, my mind was nowhere near the dishes. It was floating somewhere between the memory of Grace, the embarrassment during breakfast, Aiden, my mates. So I just scrubbed and rinsed, scrubbed and rinsed, letting the bubbles swallow my thoughts whole.I didn’t even hear him come in.“Aria… let me do it,” Axel said quietly as he slipped the sponge out of my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.My breath hitched.When did he?He stepped beside me, rolling up his sleeves, and immediately began washing the dishes with this silent, laser focus that made it look like the plates had personally offended him.“Uhm… thank you, Axel,” I murmured.“Don’t mention,” he replied, barely above a mumble, giving me a small, tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes.And then it clicked.Oh Goddess. He’s upset.Aiden and I.Whatever that happened between us.The energy.Everything.He must’ve felt it . Or smelled it like Asher sa

Aria’s PovMy stomach flipped.I opened the door slowly.Axel stood there… and for a moment, he just stared. Not hungrily. Not possessively. Just… softly. Like I was sunlight he was afraid to touch in case it burned away.“You look…” His voice trailed off, and a shy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Beautiful.”Heat rushed up my neck.“You look good too,” I whispered, surprised at how breathless I sounded.He really did.Axel wasn’t the type to dress up extravagantly…he wore a clean black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark trousers, and that small necklace he always touched when he was nervous. His hair looked neater than usual, like he’d actually tried.He shook his head lightly like he wasn’t going to let me argue, then revealed what he had behind his back.A single wildflower.Not a rose, not anything arranged… just something he must have picked himself from the forest edge. Soft, white petals. A tiny stem.Perfect because it was simple.Perfect because it wa