Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Price Of Fate: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Nyra’s POVBy the time we arrived at the venue, my stomach had turned itself into a tight knot that refused to loosen. The challenge grounds weren’t like the pack’s everyday spaces, the garden, the halls, the training fields where wolves barked orders and omegas kept their eyes down. This place was… ceremonial. Built for judgment. Built for spectacle. Built for the kind of public moments that became pack history, whether you survived them or not.Torches burned along the perimeter even though it was still day, their flames steady and proud, as if the elders wanted the world to remember that fire belonged to wolves, not to whatever waited beyond the barrier. Banners hung high with Vandwood’s crest, thick fabric snapping slightly in the breeze. The air tasted like pine and iron and anticipation.And the crowd… The crowd was already gathered. Pack members lined the edges in clusters, officers in uniform, elders and house leaders in dignified robes, warriors in leather and steel, and omega

Nyra’s POVThe venue settled, bodies shifting, attention sharpening. She lifted a scroll and unrolled it slowly, the parchment crackling.“These challenges are not entertainment,” she said, gaze sweeping over the crowd. “They are not games. They are not meant to feed your gossip.”Her eyes landed briefly on the pack members who loved whispering most. They lowered their heads slightly.“These challenges decide who will lead Vandwood,” she continued. “Who will command its warriors. Who will hold its laws. Who will carry its burdens. Who will protect our territory from enemies within and enemies without.”Her voice turned colder.“And should our leaders fail, should they grow weak, foolish, or careless, the Outlands will not wait politely for us to correct our mistakes.”A deep hush fell. Even children went silent. The elder’s gaze moved to Ronan and Keiran.“You will be tested,” she said. “Both Alphas and Lunas.”My throat tightened. I sat up straighter, trying not to show how my hands w

Nyra’s POVStanding at the council table felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. Not because I wanted to jump, but because I knew the pack wanted to push. The venue had gone quieter the moment I rose, like the entire crowd was holding its breath just to see if I would crumble. The elders sat in their elevated seats, eyes sharp, faces carved from old judgement. Alpha Ethan’s presence loomed even when he didn’t move, and beside the elders, my mother sat with her chin lifted, hands folded, calm in the way only people with real power could afford to be.Beverly stood a few feet from me, posture perfect, shoulders back, chin high, her expensive dress and polished face screaming that she belonged here. I had a hoodie. Long sleeves. A crystal necklace under fabric that I wasn’t allowed to explain. And a mate bond on my skin so fresh, so loud, that the pack’s noses kept twitching like it offended them.Ronan stood behind us with that maddening calm that made me want to scream at him and kis

Nyra’s POVThe silence felt heavier than the laughter had. I breathed in. I thought of Ronan’s voice, You never have to be ashamed with me. I thought of the hunger in my belly when they withheld food. I thought of hands holding me down, fists punching my stomach, and the way they laughed because they believed they could. I thought of the Outlands, the barrier, and the truth my mother had spilled in pieces like it would kill her to speak it.I lifted my chin.“If the pack is under attack and the Alpha is not available,” I began, voice steady, “the first thing a Luna must do is protect the pack.”Beverly’s mouth curled as if she thought I would stumble. I didn’t.“If there is someone stronger or more experienced present,” I continued, “someone who can lead the fight better than she can, then she steps aside.”A murmur moved through the crowd, surprised.“Not because she is weak,” I said, louder, “but because holding on to power at the expense of the pack’s safety is stupidity.”Beverly s

Ronan’s POVKeiran attacked first with a straight punch to my jaw, fast, sharp, meant to rattle me. I shifted my head just enough for it to skim past, then drove my elbow toward his ribs. He blocked, but the force still knocked him sideways. He recovered quickly, swinging again, this time aiming for my stomach. I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisted, and shoved him back. He stumbled but didn’t fall.He came again, faster, anger fuelling him like fire. His punches landed harder now, one clipped my shoulder, another grazed my cheek. The crowd roared, hungry. Beverly shouted Keiran’s name like she could scream him into victory. Nyra stayed quiet. But I felt her eyes on me. Not admiration. Not excitement. Worry.That worry sharpened something in me. Not fear. Something darker. Because this wasn’t only about winning. This was about teaching Keiran what it meant to stand in front of people and still choose cruelty over courage.He threw a kick toward my thigh. I blocked with my shin, grabbed