All Chapters of Fated to my Alpha nemesis : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I don’t think I slept a wink last night. I got back to my room at about three o’clock in the morning, changed out of my day clothes, and plopped onto my bed. When I try to close my eyes and let my mind drift to the land of respite, I’m assaulted by sensations I’m trying to forget. What if I hadn’t used those cuffs on him? How would everything have played out? At what point would we have stopped? I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d use those cuffs for when I took them with me as I left the house to carry out my revenge prank on Damon. It was supposed to be a last resort. And when the reasonable part of me managed to regain control of my sanity, I realized I was under Damon. Kissing Damon. I panicked. Kissing the boy who bullied me all these years felt too good. I realized I was probably not sane. I realized I must have been dealt an unconscious blow to the head somewhere between the youth gathering and that moment to be kissing Damon. Willingly. Goddess above. I

Bailey isn’t here. She's not meant to be. Which means I’m standing alone in a room full of people who would notice if I disappeared for the wrong reasons. I stay near the sidelines, careful to keep my distance from trouble. Trouble meaning stepping too close to the wrong people. And the wrong people being everyone in this building except Cole and my parents. It’s no secret that Alpha Sirius and the Delta pair never supported their Beta adopting a human girl. The Were Council — who I prefer to call the Grey Beards, not because they all possess outrageously long beards or anything — had openly criticized Mum and Dad for their “decisions” during one of the gatherings. The Were Council, who governed what happened within and beyond the Park borders, settled disputes, approved bloodline unions, sanctioned wars, apparently had opinions about me. I was nine. Too young to fully understand Councilman Mortius’ words. Old enough to feel the weight of them. Cole explained it t

I scrub my hands longer than necessary. The sink squeaks when I turn it off. I count to ten before I reach for his door. He hates when I knock before entering his room. I do it anyway. I wait a second before turning the knob and stepping inside. There’s a bottle of sanitizer on the table by his cot. Another by the door. Like we’re at war with something invisible. The room always feels smaller when I visit. Like the air has been portioned out carefully. The first thing I hear is Rafe arguing with the nurse about the volume on the TV. He sounds exactly like himself. Which is both comforting and terrifying. The room looks the same as it did the last time I was here, except for the oxygen line running like a quiet underline across Rafe’s chest. I adjust my face mask and walk deeper into the ward. Rafe looks up. His eyes meet mine, and his face breaks into a smile. I smile back. “Look who decided to finally visit,” Rafe says, voice dry and teasing, thou

The street is quiet. Of course it is—it’s two a.m. No one should be out this late. I hug the shadows, my steps soft against the cracked pavement. Every sound feels magnified—the distant bark of a dog, the scrape of a bin lid, the soft hum of a passing car. My chest tightens with each careful step. Dad’s figure is ahead, moving with the rigid precision he always carries. He doesn’t look around. He doesn’t know I’m here. It doesn’t feel right. The Beta of one of the strongest packs in the world… and he can’t sense his own daughter trailing him? He moves like he’s carrying secrets he doesn’t want anyone to uncover. Purposeful, silent, tense. I had noticed the set of Dad's shoulders after dinner. I hadn't anticipated he had any plans, but I was still wary. When I went to the kitchen to get some water, and I heard the front door open, I just knew it was him. It was too early for him to be out; everyone in the house was asleep. I followed immediately. Which means I am

I lock eyes with Damon, steadying my breath. My wrists ache from his grip, but my mind is sharper than ever. He is going to hear me out. This is my chance. And although I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to say to convince him to, in a way, betray his father—his Alpha—I try. I don’t let the rush of emotion from his words spill into what I’m about to say. “I can make my father see—” I start, careful, tone controlled. “—that this deal… it won’t protect Rafe. It’ll only put the pack in danger. Put him in danger.” Damon studies me. Green eyes cutting, calculating, unblinking. Not an ounce of softness, not an inch of distraction. “And if you fail?” he asks, quiet, measured. “Then he risks more than he realizes. But I won’t fail.” I don’t raise my voice. I don’t plead. I state it like fact—because right now, that’s all I have. He shifts, nods once, seemingly satisfied by that response. “And why should I trust that?” Because you have to. Because if you don’t, there’d be chaos, b