All Chapters of Fated to The Last Fenrir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Administrator John’s grip was harsh as he hauled Susan to her feet, preventing her from collapsing. The hover car door swung open automatically, and without a word of care, he pushed her into the passenger seat. He then strode around to the driver’s side and sat down with a heavy, angry thud.The silence that followed was thick with tension.“This is entirely your fault,” John finally bit out, his voice low and strained as he fought to suppress his rising fury. “I told you we should have given Agwa to them when she turned eighteen, but you were so insistent on keeping our child. Now everything is ruined.”He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. “We can only hope they’ll reconsider. We’ll go with Agwa now and see if we can persuade them.” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to soothe his wife or himself.Susan immediately snapped back, her face flushing crimson. “How is this my fault? Why didn’t you insist back then? Now that things have gone wrong, you’re blaming me?” Tears welle

Administrator John and his family arrived at the main gate of the Aetheria Palace. Their passage into the estate was preceded by rigorous questioning and verification—a process John knew well, despite his many previous visits. The rules applied to everyone, no matter how familiar he was to the staff. He and his family endured three full inspections.Young Agwa began protesting loudly, but the guards were unyielding. When they took the doll she was holding for inspection, she nearly spiraled into a meltdown. Thankfully, the doll was returned quickly; the palace staff generally displayed slightly more tolerance toward the very young.Unbeknownst to John, the sudden, extensive security was due to a precious new possession recently granted to the Lion Clan. The entire palace staff was on high alert, guarding a treasure that many outside forces coveted: the young heir. Even with the adoption legally approved, they would not lower their guard until the gene-inheritance ritual was complete,

Aslan’s face hardened, his eyes zeroing in on the now-sweating John.“What brings you here?” he asked, his voice cold.“T-t-that… w-we are here, Your Majesty, to give our greetings, especially to the young lady of Aetheria,” Administrator John stuttered. His voice cracked under Aslan’s hard gaze and the openly menacing look from Lev. He had not expected this situation and was already regretting bringing his wife.“You could have just sent a greeting card. No need to go through all the trouble of coming here, especially with a young cub,” Aslan pressed, his face devoid of emotion.Gwyneth, meanwhile, missed the tension entirely as she peeked out from behind Lev, checking out the so-called young cub. The other girl was two heads taller than her, but what truly surprised Gwyneth were the girl’s unusually large eyes. They looked almost owl-like, so prominent compared to the rest of her otherwise normal face.At the same time Gwyneth was studying the girl, the girl was doing the same. Her

Gwyneth felt a sudden shyness after she called Lev and Aslan dad. Her face turned a shade of red, but her gaze remained locked on her two stupefied fathers, refusing to look away. She searched their expressions for any sign of rejection, but there was none.Lev, who had already been on the verge of tears earlier, now let them fall freely without even noticing. Aslan, meanwhile, still held Lev’s shoulder tightly, unsure if he was keeping Lev from falling—or himself.Both remained silent, unmoving, as if any motion would shatter the miracle of finally hearing their cub call them dad.It was Chirurgein Dex who snapped out of his shock first. He watched the family of three watching each other, frozen as if a pause button had been pushed. It was both comical and heartwarming at the same time.He chuckled lightly before leaning in between Aslan and Lev."The young lady just called you 'dad' and 'daddy,'" he whispered, his tone light and teasing. In the months since their cub had arrived, De

Gwyneth had locked herself in her workshop, happily designed by both her and her father, Lev. She had never thought of needing another space or a separate workroom since her bedroom was large enough, but Lev insisted. She compromised, but only on the condition that it would be small.The workshop was not far from her bedroom, and everything inside was made to match her size. The tools were unlike anything she'd used on Earth, but far superior. All of them were custom-made especially for her. In this interstellar era, most things were produced by machines, except for some industries that still valued handmade craftsmanship.There was even something called a shaping tool, a machine that looked like a huge oven. It helped break down materials easily by simply placing them inside. She was immensely satisfied with it, especially since the tree trunk and thick branches personally picked by her Father Aslan looked extremely sturdy."Gwyn, I need to step out for a bit. Will you be okay here a