All Chapters of Fated to my One Night Stand: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty One: Plan B Was Already Bloody

~Axel’s POV~Know your friends well.And know your enemies better.Unfortunately for me—and admittedly I had made the mistake of truly placing Salvatore in the friend of little relevance category so I had no idea of a connection existing between Roland Moon and Antonio Russo.“Amber.” I said, rising already, having felt the shock that hit her that paralleled with my own surprise from his words. “We are leaving.”The door burst open at that and Ash rose to the surface, ready for my command on when he should be let out as my head snapped toward it, and two men with guns aimed directly at Amber stood in the doorway.“No one is going anywhere.” Salvatore’s icy voice followed, one he had never directed at me in all our previous associations.I opened the psych link between us back up. ‘Stay calm and let me handle this.’I expected her to follow up with an explosion of how I had brought her here, how this was my fault, how she was going to kill me herself if these men didn’t do it first.In

Chapter Twenty Two: Don't You Dare Die on Me, Edgewood

~Amber’s POV~Shit. Shit. Shit.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.That was a lot of cursing going through my head but it was all my brain could work up as I tried to turn Axel Edgewood over.Axel Edgewood who had just slumped to the ground with the growing chaos sounding outside that sounded like it was getting louder by the moment.‘Please goddess I know I wanted to kill him but let him not be dead.’I turned him using my werewolf strength which was so necessary with how big he was and my hand went to his neck to check his pulse.His chest was rising and falling, shallow, but there. He was still breathing.Thank goddess. My head snapped to Timothy who was covered in blood that I hoped was not his own and his eyes dimmed of the usual light I had always known him for, but that didn’t stop me from snapping.“We are in this mess because of you, Tim. Stop standing there and find a way to use your magic to heal him or something, he was shot with a silver bullet.”That seemed to snap him out of it and he

Chapter Twenty Three: Not Lucinda. Anyone But Lucinda.

~Amber’s POV~Seventeen times.I had no idea why I had kept count, but that was the number of times my father had gotten angry enough at me to deliver a proper scolding.People mostly remember their first of everything, so it was easy to recall the disappointed look in his eyes that first time.“You are a Princess, Amber. It is not proper for you to roll in the mud, no matter how fun it might have been. People expect more from you. I expect more from you, and I always will. Do you understand me?”My little voice had come out small, my head bowed. “Yes, Dad. I’m so sorryWhat followed was him losing the disappointment, pulling me toward him in a hug that smelled like safety.“Don’t ever do it again, okay?”Some of the times after that ended with that same pacifying tone, his anger melting into forgiveness. Others like the seventeenth time that had just happened, he stayed angry, leaving me feeling horrible for days.But as I stood here now, staring at him sitting across from me on the

Chapter Twenty Four: Not. So. Dear. Old. Father.

~Axel’s POV~“What could you possibly be smiling about? A few more minutes and you would have been playing chess in the afterlife with your ancestors.”I looked away from what I had been staring at, my eyes cutting to Zane standing in the doorway.One of my brows raised. “Is this your way of fishing for a thank you? You will have to wait another year like you did the last time I needed you to save my life.”Zane raised his phone, and I frowned. The frown deepened when he played something back, my own voice from right now. “I needed you to save my life.”Then he grinned, that shit-eating expression I had seen a thousand times since we were children. “No, no. I don’t need a thank you. This is more than enough to last me a lifetime.” His grin faded slightly, concern bleeding through. “Shouldn’t you still be resting?”I glared at him, ignoring his last words and my ribs ached with the effort of sitting upright too fast. “What do you want, Zane?”The smile fell from his face entirely, and

Chapter Twenty Five: Sugar, Spice and an Absolute Disaster

~Amber’s POV~Sugar.Spice.And everything nice.Those were the chosen ingredients put together to make this…I paused and stared at it again, tilted my head because maybe it was just the angle I was looking at it from then tilted my head to the other side.But it was the same from every single angle.The cake—if it could even be called that—sat lopsided on the counter, one side caved in like someone had punched it, the other side puffed up and cracked down the middle like dried earth. The frosting I had on the attempted had melted into a sad, grayish puddle that was slowly oozing toward the edge of the pan.It looked like something that had died.Badly.“Do you think we should offer help?” A whispered voice came from the side of the kitchen, immediately followed by a sharper, scolding tone.“We are not supposed to speak to her unless she speaks to us first or allows it.”“But that looks absolutely awful.” The first person snapped back.A round of gasps rippled through the space.An

Chapter Twenty Seven: The Truth Tastes Bitter Going Down

~Amber’s POV~The kitchen went dead silent.Not the kind of silence from before, cautious, uncertain, waiting.This was the kind of silence that came after a bomb went off and mouth opened then closed then opened again but no word came out.And for a second, I actually thought I had misheard her.Because there was no way—absolutely NO way—an Omega just called what I said bullshit.To my face.In front of everyone."What did you just say to me?" My voice came out low and dangerous with Roxanne growl laced in the world having lost all form of clearly misplaced likeness that she had deemed Jameson deserving of. But she didn't flinch. Instead she turned back to her cutting board I hadn’t even noticed before, picked up the knife, and resumed chopping vegetables like she hadn't just committed what could technically be considered treason."I said," she repeated, her tone still that infuriating monotone, "that you just spent four minutes talking and it was all bullshit."Thud. Thud. Thu

Chapter Twenty Seven: That Slimy Smart Woman

~Axel’s POV~“I am sorry, Axel, but there is nothing I can do about it. As long as an Edgewood signature was made, it is done.”The words King Roland had just spoken made the irritation that had been prickling at me since my father’s message flare hotter, sharper. Especially for the fact that he had pulled my own move, slamming the mental door between us after dropping that bomb.After those utterly aggravating words.How. Dare. He?“I see you might have that in common with my daughter.”King Roland’s voice broke through the anger, and my eyes snapped to him. He was leaning back in his chair, a smile playing on his face despite the documents spread across his desk between us.“The inability to control your aura when you are angry.” His smile widened slightly. “You are suffocating me, son.”The last word rang out in my head.Being called that from anyone else would have made me bristle even from my own father, who had never once in his life called me that.But I had known King Roland

Chapter Twenty Eight: A Mess on an Uncultured Mess

~Amber’s POV~Screw the apology I had come here to make before I ended up eavesdropping the moment I realized Axel Edgewood was in here.Screw the fact that I had fallen face-first into the cake I had just spent two hours helping make after swallowing my pride.And most of all, screw Axel Edgewood and the entertained smile on his face.“Amber!”My father shot out of his seat, staring at me with the angry eyes that were becoming all too familiar bu I had every right to be angry because what the actual hell?“What do you think you are doing barging in here and using that sort of language? What has gotten into you?”“Nuh uh.” I shook my head, and if I were a cartoon character, literal smoke would be pouring out of my ears because I was boiling with rage. “You are not going to scold me this time and expect me to keep quiet. You are really going to ship me off to another pack with a man I don’t know? A man who I can see now that you clearly prefer to your own daughter?”Somewhere in betwee

Chapter Twenty Nine: Do I?

~Amber’s POV~I wasn’t breathing.Even if I tried, I wasn’t sure I would be able to.My lungs felt locked and my chest was tight, like something was sitting on my ribs and pressing down with all its weight. Each second that passed made it worse, the edges of my vision starting to blur, spots dancing in front of my eyes. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.And I knew, without a single doubt, that I was about to pass out right here in her doorway.That was when Jameson broke the silence, her voice cutting through the panic like she knew exactly what was happening in my body.“Before you do that, I have only one question.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “Why?”Except it was a question with a thousand different answers.Why had I come to her of all people?Why had I chosen to confess things I had never spoken aloud to anyone—not my father and not even Timothy who I was still very much aware was avoiding me?Why had I tracked down the room of a girl I barely kne

Chapter Thirty: Change the Narrative

~Amber’s POV~ My eyes narrowed, heat crawling up my neck. “Excuse me?”She didn’t even blink and went on as if she had not heard me. “And you were just about to storm out of here and prove my point. All I’m trying to do is get a better understanding so I can give you the best advice and get back to my studying.”Her gaze flicked briefly to the bed behind her, to the open textbook and scattered notes that I hadn’t really focused on and I deflated instantly, the fight draining out of me like someone had pulled a plug.“I’m sorry,” I muttered, shame curling in my stomach. “For interrupting.”Her lips tipped up, just barely, the first actual reaction I had seen from her since I walked in.“Trust me, I really don’t care about your title.” She leaned back slightly. “If I didn’t want to listen to you, or if your answer to my ‘why’ wasn’t sensible enough, I would have slammed the door right in your face.”Roxanne growled at the disrespect, bristling in my head, but before I could even think

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