All Chapters of FATEBOUND: Mated to my step-brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ivan.I always had control—over power, over people, over myself. But ever since she came along, I can’t control what I do or feel, and it’s getting annoying.So I decided to stay away. To avoid any and everything that had to do with her. But it seemed the only person getting punished was me.I grabbed my phone and left the room, bumping into Olivia as I slammed the door shut.“Where are you going all dressed up? You look good, by the way,” she said.“They’re having some party at school.”“Oh, okay. Do you think Gia will be there? She didn’t exactly say anything.”“She should be. I don’t really know.”“Okay, have a good time.”“I will,” I said, and left.*****I looked around, scanning the room.“She isn’t here. I can’t smell her,” Kyle said, mockery hidden behind his tone.I just rolled my eyes, ignoring him.A few minutes later, she walked in with her friends.I shouldn’t have been watching her.That was the first mistake.The second was pretending I didn’t care.From the moment she

Gianna.I parked the car in front of the gates, and before I could even take a breath, another vehicle rolled in beside mine. Ivan’s car. As we both got out, our eyes met briefly—an unspoken acknowledgment passing between us—and then he followed a few steps behind me as we walked toward the house.Mum was pacing the room when we entered, and Marcus was still on his phone. The moment they saw us, mum rushed over and hugged us both tightly.“Are you guys okay? I heard of the attack at school,” she asked once she let go. Studying our faces.“We’re fine, Mum,” I said with a faint smile,“I saw the videos of the dead girl... You do know it’s a werewolf attack?”“Yeah,” I said softly, and Marcus finally set his phone down.“I’ve been trying to figure out who attacked, to check if it’s an enemy of mine. Nothing so far, so we’re thinking it’s a rogue, maybe out of revenge, we’re not sure yet,” he continued.“It was an open attack, and since we don’t know who it’s coming for exactly, I think

Gianna.I had already gotten dressed and made my way to the training room for combat.The building loomed ahead of me, solid and cold, the air inside carrying the faint smell of sweat, stone, and something metallic. Training always left a weight in my chest, not fear exactly, but awareness. Like my body already knew today wouldn’t be light work.When I walked in, Elder Rowan was there with another man.He was younger than Elder, but not young-young. Late twenties, maybe. Broad shoulders, calm stance, eyes sharp but not unkind. He looked like someone who had grown up learning how to fight before learning how to smile.“Good morning,” I said, walking forward.“Morning, Gia,” Elder replied. “This is my son. Ryan.”Ryan stepped forward and extended his hand.“Nice to meet you. I’m Gia,” I said, taking it.His grip was firm but controlled, like he was measuring strength without making it obvious.“I have some preparations to make,” Elder said. “So he’ll teach you today.”“Okay, no problem.

Gianna.I woke up with my heart racing, sweat prickling along my skin. The remnants of the dream clung to me like fog. I could see it all so clearly—the old house, the smell of wood and rain, and the girl beside me. She was laughing, running through the halls like we were playing some game only we knew. I remembered the sunlight streaming through the windows, the way the floorboards creaked under our feet. And then… My mum was there, standing by the doorway, but something about her face was blurred, distant, as if I was imagining things.I tried to reach out in the dream, to call her, but my voice was gone, swallowed by the wind. And just as suddenly as it began, it ended, leaving me staring at my ceiling, the memory fading but not gone.I rubbed my eyes and swung my legs off the bed. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The memory of the girl lingered, teasing the edge of my mind, but I couldn’t place her.I got dressed quickly, tugging my shirt over my head and slipping into my jeans, m

Gianna.I stared at him. He’s serious? My chest tightened, my hands curled into fists at my sides. My pulse raced, every nerve screaming at me—don’t trust him, don’t get close, don’t fall again.He waited, calm, steady, the way he always did, but his eyes… they were locked on mine, intense, unflinching. That look—it both terrified and enticed me. I could feel the pull, like gravity had shifted.“Okay…” I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself. I wasn’t ready to say more, to let him in. Not yet. Not after everything. But my body betrayed me, leaning slightly toward him before I shoved the thought away.He took a step closer. My stomach tensed, my wolf stirring, senses sharpening. Why does being near him feel like standing on the edge of a cliff? I could feel the heat radiating from him, the faint brush of his presence against mine, and the world around us blurred.“Prove it,” I finally said, my voice low, trembling slightly despite myself. “If you really mean it, show me.”H