All Chapters of Fated to the Alphas: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Grace’s POVThe night answered me the moment I stepped beyond the wards.It always did.The pack slept behind stone and spells, warm and unaware, while the forest breathed…slow, patient, waiting. I pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders and followed the narrow path that only those who knew could see. Moonlight cut through the branches in thin, silver shades. Somewhere far off, an owl cried. I welcomed the sound. It reminded me that the world still understood hunger.Aria had upset the balance.No! she had poisoned it.I could still see her at the table that morning, sitting where she did not belong. My sons flanking her. Protecting her. Looking at her like she was something precious.Mine.The bond had wrapped around them faster than it should have. Too fast. Too deep. The goddess had made a mistake and mistakes had consequences.I reached the clearing just as the fire flared to life, unprompted, its flames licking upward in a familiar, greedy curl. Shadows shifted. Figures stepp

Asher’s PovI noticed it before she did.The way her shoulders sat looser.The way her scent had shifted….warm, steadier, mixed faintly with Axel’s calm and Aiden’s heat.She was opening.And she didn’t even realize what she was still keeping locked away.I watched her from across the yard as she folded linens, humming softly to herself. Peace looked almost dangerous on her. Like something that could be taken from her too easily.Axel had soothed her.Aiden had stirred her.But neither of them had tested her.Mother's voice echoed faintly in my head from earlier….something about patrol routes, supervision, order. I barely listened. I already knew what I was going to do.I crossed the yard before I could overthink it.“Aria,” I said.She looked up, startled. “Asher?”Up close, the change was even clearer. Her eyes didn’t dart anymore. She wasn’t bracing for impact. She trusted the ground beneath her feet.That trust made something dark and protective coil in my chest.“You’re busy,” I

Aria’s povI didn’t realize it had happened until he was already looking at me differently.Something inside me had shifted…quietly, subtly. My shoulders didn’t ache the way they used to. My breath didn’t hitch at every sudden sound. I was humming as I folded linens, not because I was trying to fill the silence, but because the silence didn’t scare me anymore.That scared me.Peace felt… fragile. Like glass held too close to the edge of a table.I felt him before I heard him.“Asher.”The way he said my name made me look up too fast, my heart jumping before my mind caught up. His gaze wasn’t playful. It wasn’t teasing like it used to be. It was sharp…observant. Like he was checking everything I didn’t know I was showing.Up close, I suddenly felt exposed. Not in my body… yet but in something deeper. Like he could see the parts of me that were finally unclenching.“You’re busy,” he said, already taking the basket from my hands.“I didn’t say that,” I replied, frowning.“I know,” he sai

Grace’s PovThe wooden box shattered at my feet, splinters flying as my scream ripped through the trees. Birds scattered. Even the rogues…creatures who lived on blood and chaos took an instinctive step back.“No!”My voice echoed, raw and sharp, cutting through the fog. My hands were shaking, claws half-extended, fury crawling under my skin like something alive.“It was supposed to work out,” I snarled. “She was supposed to be dead by now.”No one answered at first. They never did when I was like this.I turned slowly, letting my gaze rake over them… all suddenly very aware that they were standing between me and my disappointment.“You’re telling me,” I continued, voice dangerously calm now, “that she never came here?”The tall one…their leader, shifted his weight. He had the audacity to meet my eyes.“If she was brought to this clearing,” he said carefully, “her body would be laying lifeless right now.”My jaw clenched so hard it ached.“Then why isn’t it?” I shrieked, spinning on hi

Aria’s POV(II)I should have known peace never lasted long here.The moment Grace’s eyes locked onto me, the warmth I’d been floating in evaporated. The air felt tighter. Sharper. Like the territory itself had gone on edge.“She was on duty!” Grace snapped, her voice slicing through the courtyard. “You had no right to disrupt that.”Asher didn’t move. Didn’t bow his head. Didn’t loosen his grip on my hand.“She’s not your soldier,” he said calmly. Dangerously so. “She’s my mate.”The word hit harder this time.Mate.Grace’s lips trembled…not with weakness, but fury. Her gaze slid to me, cold and calculating, like she was measuring how deep she could cut without drawing blood.“Go inside,” she ordered me sharply.I stiffened.Asher didn’t let go.“She’s not going anywhere alone with you,” he replied.Grace smiled.And that was when I knew something was wrong.“Oh, Asher,” she said softly. Too softly. “I’m not asking.”She stepped closer, lowering her voice so it felt meant only for me.