All Chapters of The Chubby Fated Mate of the Demi- God Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first thing I noticed was the heat. Not the kind that makes you sweat, but the kind that presses into your bones, curls around your skin, and sets your senses on fire. Then came the smell the metallic, wild, like a storm had broken open in the middle of the Raelthorn courtyard. And then him.Thane Raelthorn. Demi-god. Wolf prince. Walking disaster. He was bigger than any man I’d ever seen, and the kind of beautiful that made your stomach ache without warning. Claws dug into the stone beneath him. His chest heaved, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and, God, I had no right to notice, something else. Fear? Pain? Hunger? All of it? I couldn’t tell.And I didn’t want to.I wanted out. My brain screamed it in frantic waves, but my legs didn’t move. Something held me in place and something stronger than terror, stronger than reason. I barely managed a step back, and he was there in a blink, catching me with hands that were both terrifying and steady.“Don’t run,” he said. His vo

The courtyard was quieter than it had any right to be. Evening sunlight slanted between the academy’s spires, painting gold across the cobblestones, but it did nothing to soothe the unease gnawing at Alenya. Something about this evening felt… wrong.She wasn’t wrong.A sudden tremor ran through the ground, and the air around her quivered with unnatural energy. A scream, not human, but sharp, ragged, like tearing metal and pierced the calm. Alenya instinctively ducked behind a fountain, clutching her chest as a pulse of magic rippled outward, shaking loose petals from the hanging vines above.And then she saw him.Thane.He appeared like a shadow stepping into light, his hair dark as midnight and his silver eyes glowing faintly, wild and untamed. Around him, magic crackled unpredictably, flames of violet and black dancing at his fingertips. Wolves emerged from the corners of the courtyard, their eyes like molten gold, their movements too precise to be mere animals.Alenya’s stomach fli

I didn’t remember standing up.One moment, the courtyard was shaking from the god-fragment’s backlash, stone cracking, wards screaming, shards of silver light still drifting down like celestial ash.The next, I was being hauled bodily through the west archway, my feet barely touching the ground, half carried, half dragged by the enormous, terrifying, unfairly gorgeous stranger whose magic had nearly detonated the courtyard minutes ago.Thane.I was pretty sure that was the name he’d snapped at someone, right before he’d snarled at the wolves for circling too close, to me.Heat still trembled over my skin where his hands had been. My stomach was doing confused, traitorous gymnastics. And I still couldn’t get his eyes out of my head, with those fractured gold-and-gray irises that had locked onto me like I wasn’t just another startled student in the blast radius.No. Not like.They’d known something.Something impossible.Something dangerous.And the worst part?Some quiet, treasonous pa

The first lesson Thane taught me was how to stand still.Not freeze, stand.“Stillness isn’t weakness,” he said, circling me in the open training hall at Raelthorn. “It’s control. Null Blood doesn’t mean invincible.”“I feel extremely vincible,” I muttered.“You’re human,” he agreed. “Which means everything wants to kill you.”Comforting.The hall was massive, arched ceilings, rune-etched stone, open to the mountain air on one side. Wolves watched from the perimeter, pretending they weren’t scrutinizing every twitch I made.My shoulders tightened under their stares.“Breathe,” Thane said, stopping in front of me. “Slow.”I tried. The bond did not help. It thrummed each time he came close, pulling my focus straight to him like my nervous system had filed a missing persons report.“Your blood suppresses divine energy,” he continued. “But physical force, silver alloys, ritual bindings, they’ll still work.”“So the gods can’t smite me, but a dude with a knife can,” I said.“Yes.”“Great.”

I felt it before I understood it.Not the bond. That had become a constant hum, low, present, impossible to ignore.This was different.Pressure.Like air thickening before lightning.I woke with my hands tingling and the hollow in my chest wide open, aching in a way I had no words for. The room at Raelthorn was still, dawn light pale against stone walls etched with wards layered so thick they made the air itch.Something was wrong.I swung my legs out of bed and barely reached my feet before the door opened.Thane stood there, already dressed, jaw tight, eyes bright and sharp.“They’re moving,” he said.I didn’t need to ask who.“Gods?” I whispered.“Packs,” he corrected. “The gods are watching. The packs are acting.”He crossed the room in three strides, stopping just short of touching me. Restraint again. Always restraint.“They’re calling a Convergence,” he said. “They’re demanding you be present.”My stomach dropped. “That’s a tribunal.”“Yes.”“And you’re saying this like there’