All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha Widow: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

CHAPTER 21 The Binding Room door didn’t swing open fast.It opened the way a mouth opens.Slow. Certain. Hungry.Runes along the frame flared pale white, then flickered as if two hands fought over the latch—one trying to keep it sealed, one trying to invite the world in.Sable’s command wavered.Not because she chose to weaken.Because the second heartbeat surged up into her throat like a fist closing around her voice.Thump-thump.Thump-thump.Her breath caught.Her vision sharpened in a sudden, wrong way—every torch flame too bright, every shadow too deep. She tasted iron on her tongue. Her skin prickled as if she’d been dipped in cold water.Maeven’s voice snapped from the doorway. “Sable—breathe! Stay in your body!”Sable tried.But her lungs refused to expand all the way, and she realized with horror that her body was taking smaller breaths—not out of fear,

CHAPTER 23 The seam didn’t split like stone breaking.It split like stone remembering it was a door.A thin black line opened down the center of the basin, and the runes around the room rearranged themselves again—less crown now, more key. The air changed, sucking cold from the floor and pushing it upward in a spiral that made torchlight gutter.Lyra lunged toward the basin, face sharp with panic.“NO,” she snapped, and the name carried power—old pack-law, binding-law.But the runes didn’t answer her.They answered Sable.Sable’s wrist burned under the circlet. The vow she’d spoken—her will, her choice—sat inside the room like a fresh seal. She felt it now as pressure behind her ribs, heavy and alive.Accepted.The echo inside her chest thumped once, resentful.Caelan’s fingers tightened around her hand. His breath fogged at her temple. “Don’t look away,” he murmured, voice rough

CHAPTER 25 The tunnel wasn’t shaped like a tunnel.It was shaped like a decision.Darkness pressed on Sable’s skin, cold and heavy, and the floor under her feet felt wrong—tilted, shifting, as if the passage wasn’t carved so much as written.Maeven moved ahead of them with a small torch that barely held its flame. The light didn’t reach far. It was swallowed by the black like the darkness was hungry.Caelan stayed close to Sable’s shoulder, his fingers never leaving her wrist. Every so often his breath warmed the side of her neck, and she could feel his body trying to remember heat.Behind them, Eamon followed with the steadiness of a man who’d decided he would never be caged again. He didn’t look back. He didn’t hesitate. The pull had him, and the pull had teeth.“How far?” Sable rasped, ribs aching with every step.Maeven didn’t slow. “Far enough that Lyra can’t call you back with a name,” she snapped. “

CHAPTER 27 They moved the Hollowpack fast—faster than Sable thought possible for wolves who lived underground like ghosts.Rowan barked orders in a language that sounded like stone scraping stone. Wolves melted into shadow. Torches were snuffed. The tunnel became a living maze, rearranging around them as if Hollow tunnels could choose their own shape.Sable stumbled once, ribs aching, and Caelan caught her without breaking stride. His hand stayed on her wrist—always on her wrist—like he was terrified the bond would fray if he let go.Eamon walked beside Maeven now, close enough that their shoulders almost brushed. He didn’t touch her yet.Like touching would make it real and he wasn’t sure he could hold real without shattering.Maeven didn’t look at him either. She held herself like a blade kept sheathed too long.They reached a wider chamber—a hollowed-out stone room with old markings carved into the walls. Hollow