All Chapters of Fated to my Alpha nemesis : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

MICHAELA'S POV Morning came painfully slow, yet I couldn't get half the rest I needed. After eating some food, my search for the Moonshade continued. I began heading for the ravine next when I realized I wasn't quite sure where I was on either the ancient or modern map. Everything that happened last night had thrown me off course, and it took a few hours to get back on the trail again. By late morning, I was already halfway to the ravine. I hadn't expected to get this far in such a short time with the plethora of thoughts that had been raging in my head since last night. I pushed everything that wasn't Moonshade-related to the back of my mind as I got closer to the ravine. As I approached the location, I realized I was growing increasingly nervous with every step. The ravine was my last hope, and I was banking everything on it. If I didn't find the Moonshade and make it back to the pack before midnight, the fear, the risk, the danger, everything I had endured would have

DAMON'S POV "What do you mean they sent her to the Wilds?" I asked Mason, my voice deadly quiet as his explanation of everything that had happened while I was consumed by bloodlust finally sank in. The Wilds. Of all places. The Wilds. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying not to lose my composure as a war raged inside my head. Unlike what I might have let Rhoda believe, it was still frighteningly difficult to hold on to my sanity. Ever since I returned, I had felt myself teetering on the edge. When I finally opened my eyes, the situation wasn't any better. Mason was saying something to me, but I couldn't quite hear him anymore. Because suddenly all I could see was red. Rhoda watched me closely from the side, silent, her expression unreadable. My head pounded. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. The Wilds. I remembered the stories. Every wolf did. Expeditions that never returned. Scouts who vanished. Entire search parties swallowed by the fores

MICHAELA'S POV I swung the branch so hard that I felt something shift painfully in my shoulder. The creature shrieked as the blow connected, its body careening sideways. For one glorious second, hope surged through me. But then the creature staggered back to its feet. Its eyes found mine immediately. If hatred could take physical form, it would have looked exactly like that gaze. The creature bared its teeth. Then it came at me again. Fast. Far too fast. I braced myself, but before I could react, it vanished. My eyes widened. One moment it was charging directly at me. The next, it simply wasn't there. A sharp impact slammed into my back. The force tore a cry from my throat as I was hurled forward. I hit the ground hard. Pain exploded through my body. For a second, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except lie there as agony pulsed through every bruised and battered part of me. The creature was on me. The smell hit first. Rot. Decay. Death.

DAMON'S POV"Michaela!"My voice cut through the Wilds before disappearing into the endless silence.No answer.I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted again."Michaela!"Nothing.I had long since stopped caring whether calling her name through a forest rumored to be home to creatures older than memory and every bit as deadly as the legends claimed was foolish. If there was even the slightest chance she could hear me...I'd keep shouting until my voice gave out.The silence pressing in around us did little to soothe my nerves.No birds sang overhead.No insects buzzed beneath the tangled undergrowth.Even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the towering trees.An oppressive stillness hung over the forest, swallowing every sound unfortunate enough to wander into it.I'd heard countless stories about the Northern Wilds. Most had always sounded like little more than frightening tales meant to keep reckless children away.Until Father sent an expedition into the Wilds.None of them

DAMON'S POVI crouched beside the backpack, staring at it for a long moment before my fingers finally obeyed me.My hands trembled as I tugged it open.Food.A half-empty water flask.A flashlight.Two maps.One new.One so old the edges had begun to fray.And tucked between them...A thick research text.Moonshade and Other Rare Floras.Underneath the test lay another book. I'm about to reach for it when Rhoda speaks."Mason gave her that map," Rhoda murmured quietly as she came to stand beside me.I didn't answer.I couldn't.I closed my eyes for the briefest second, refusing to let my thoughts take shape.Because if this was Michaela's bag...Why was it abandoned here?At the edge of whatever this place was."Do you think she dropped it?" Rhoda asked.Her voice was careful.Too careful.She already knew the answer.I looked at the bag again. It hadn't simply been placed down. The straps were twisted. One buckle had snapped.Dirt clung stubbornly to the fabric as though it'd skidded