Lahat ng Kabanata ng FATED TO HIS DARKNESS : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

AMARA'S POV The moment the door swung open, my hands trembled. I almost dropped the book behind my back. Samuel Keller, my stepfather stood there, blocking the doorway. His brows pushed together as he stared at me... then at my trembling hands. He looked like he'd walked in on someone who'd seen a ghost. "Amara," he said slowly, his voice deep and careful, "are you... okay?" I forced my lips to move. "Yeah. Yes. I'm fine." His eyes flicked to the dusty shelf behind me, then back to my face. "What are you doing down here?" "Just" I inhaled, trying to slow the pounding in my chest, "going through my old stuff. I couldn't find some things in my room." I kept my tone flat, casual, even though my pulse said otherwise. He stared for another long, uncomfortable second... then hummed under his breath and stepped aside. "Don't leave things scattered," he said as he walked out the door. "Your mother hates mess." And then he was gone. I exhaled with no memory of holding my

AMARA’S POV The forest was darker than I expected, and the air smelled damp. I walked slowly, my boots crunched over the fallen leaves. Ahead, I noticed a small hut tucked between thick trees. Its windows were dark, and the door hung slightly open. For no reason, I felt drawn toward it. Maybe curiosity. Maybe instinct. I stepped closer and pushed the door gently. It was empty. There was nothing but old furniture coated in dust and the faint smell of wet wood. I let out a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding and turned to leave. Then suddenly a sharp force slammed into my back, knocking the air from my lungs. I tried to scream, but a rough bag was thrown over my head. Darkness swallowed me, heavy and suffocating. Hands gripped me tightly, dragging me forward. I kicked and flailed, but it was useless. I was pulled through the trees, my boots scraping against roots, branches tearing at my sleeves. Panic surged through me, as I was yanked into a vehicle, the door slamming

AMARA’S POV I woke up choking on fear. Then I heard the sound of dogs barking close by. I shot upright, my body stiff with panic. The forest was still dark, the ground cold beneath me, my clothes damp from the night air. For half a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then the memory from the facility rushed through my mind. I was still dressed in torn lab clothes from the facility, stiff with dried blood and dirt. The barking grew louder. I scrambled to my feet and ran deeper into the woods. Branches tore at my skin as I pushed through the trees, every step felt unsteady, like my legs might give out if I slowed even for a second. Behind me, I heard boots pounding the forest floor, dogs snarling and trailing my location. Still, I didn’t look back. The trees' lines thinned suddenly, and I skidded to a stop. A cliff. I step back as the wind tugs at my hair, carrying the roar of waves far below. The sea churned violently, black and endless. I turned slowly. They were already her

AMARA’S POV I woke up surrounded by silk and light. I noticed that the bed beneath me was soft. When I opened my eyes, light spilled across the stone wall, the ceiling above me arched high, carved with delicate patterns that caught the glow of crystal lamps. Everything was too beautiful. For a second, I thought I was dead- until the memories came crashing back. The attacks, Kael bleeding, barely standing, being dragged away while I screamed his name until I lost consciousness. I shot upright, my chest heaving. “No,” I whispered, the word breaking apart as it left me. I swung my legs off the bed and rushed to the door, yanking at the handle with shaking hands. Locked. I hit it again, harder this time. The door didn’t even rattle. My gaze flew to the windows. They were tall and open, framed in silver, revealing rolling hills and distant forest. For a heartbeat, hope flared. I ran towards them. And stopped. They were too high, if I jumped, I wouldn’t escape. My knees

KAEL’S POV Pain shot through me, sharp and unrelenting, but it wasn’t just the wound in my body, it was the truth I could no longer ignore. The curse, once a silent predator in my veins, had changed. Its hunger now recognised her. Her presence. I tried to move, but my body refused. The dark veins under my skin burned for a moment, a cruel reminder that the magic inside me was now awake. She saved me. That thought should have been comforting, but instead it terrifies me. The bond we shared-fated, undeniable, was no longer just mine to bear. It tied her to this war, to the curse, and dangers I had fought for decades to keep her away from. Her hand was warm against mine. She didn’t pull back when I stirred. “You’re awake,” she said softly, yet I could feel the tension beneath her calmness. Her fingers laced through mine, steady. Gods, how could she be so fearless? I wanted to tell her to step back, to leave, and forget everything, but the words stuck in my throat. The