All Chapters of Fated Tragedy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

As we all stood for the closing of the service, Brother Shawn lifted his voice in prayer to our goddess. His words filled the room with reverence, yet I could not bring myself to look when Zebasthian’s bed was sealed. If I had, I knew I would have lost the fragile grip I held over my self-control.I focused instead on breathing, steady and deep, willing myself not to break in front of everyone. My thoughts drifted restlessly—where was the Alpha’s Beta? Where was Doniel? Where was my father? Why were the ones who had so much to answer for absent from this moment?My scattered questions fell silent when Ryan stepped past me, carrying the red bed on his shoulder with solemn strength. Behind him walked Alek, his presence as heavy as the grief that lingered in the air. I clutched Zebasthian’s pillow tightly against my chest as if it could keep me standing, as if it still carried his warmth.Brother Shawn followed, cloak brushing the floor with each measured step, and I fell in line behind

People act like they don’t care — whole time your page is being monitored and recorded for “quality assurance and training purposes.”Life is too short to tolerate nonsense. Cut out negativity. Ignore gossip. Let go of fake people. Surround yourself with those who stand by you in the rain, not just when the sun is shining.Those words came back to me when the Beta spoke to me yesterday. Yet today she’d been asked to take me to pick up my car after shopping, and to help me start training with Ryan and Alek tonight. She was being extremely nice to me, and it was making me nervous. I didn’t trust her one bit. Everything she did was delivered with that negative edge that made her seem like a brat in her early thirties.I hated watching how she treated the pack—how people had to change their behavior just to be acknowledged by her. It made me sick to be near her. She reminded me of Charmaine, of Alana when she was with Luis, of Rain when she was helping me… only worse. Alone, she actively

Crying out, I watched my little mate slump, exhausted on the training pad. Ryan and I had pushed ourselves to the edge, pleasing her until her body and the bond between us could finally be heard—not just the sex, but her whole aching self.It stung to realize how long it took me to understand why she couldn’t feel the bond the way Ryan and I did. Having no wolf was the clearest blind spot in my understanding of her. For her, our reassurances could feel like a fling, a consolation prize slapped over the jagged mess of her life. She has always had to navigate everything twice as hard—grief, suspicion, the way the world treats the wolfless—and no amount of words from me, no matter how tender, can erase that lived reality overnight.We can’t speak what we want to speak to her. The curse keeps certain truths locked in our chests. So we show. We touch. We hold. We mark. But I know how those actions can feel: foreign, maybe even false to someone who has lived most of her life without a wolf

Thrashing and turning from the pain tearing through my body didn’t help at all. Inside the bag, every inch of me burned. It was like being exposed to hellfire—not enough to kill me, only enough to torture me to no end.It felt as if I was being shrunk alive. Even breathing hurt. I felt myself dying yet somehow stayed alive, with no say in the matter.I had no idea how much time had passed. After Alek and Ryan had lifted my spirits—after learning they truly did love me for me—I felt like they had thrown me away, discarded me like a used condom.Tears slipped from my eyes as the pain raked over me. Then I heard a woman’s voice yelling, her words muffled but sharp as something heavy fell onto the bag I was in.“Shut your fucking dumb-ass mouth, you cunt! Are you deaf or just plain stupid?”Her voice wasn’t kind. It was cold and venomous, and I didn’t recognize it. I didn’t even know where I was.I didn’t know how long I’d been in the damn bag. My body burned like fire beneath my skin, ev

A full month had passed since the rescue. Thirty long days of silence, of being locked inside my own head while the walls of my room swallowed me whole. I stayed there, isolated, and I could feel how it was wearing on Alek and Ryan. Their worry clung to the air like a storm waiting to break, but I couldn’t bring myself to reach for them.What finally dragged me out wasn’t love, wasn’t comfort, but the absence of any desire at all. My lack of interest to even be alone with them — the two men I had once ached for — had become a weight so heavy it pushed me into Alek’s office for the first time.Lyra had tried to talk to me. She tried in the gentle way only she could, her voice soft, her eyes full of concern. She knew. Alek knew. Ryan knew. Everyone could feel it. Something was wrong with me, and to be honest, I didn’t even know what it was.Everything felt fake. Every smile, every word. Even the air in my lungs felt like it didn’t belong to me. I hated everything. I hated myself for fee