All Chapters of THE FORBIDDEN BOND OF FATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next day arrived far sooner than Anastasia would have liked.Morning sunlight spilled across the academy grounds, painting the stone pathways in soft gold as students streamed through the gates.The academy was already alive.Voices drifted through the air from every direction… fragments of conversation, bursts of laughter, the shuffle of footsteps across stone. Groups of students moved in clusters, their chatter blending into a steady hum that seemed to wrap itself around the entire campus.Usually, Anastasia might have found this amount of noise overwhelming.Today, she didn't… Because something felt different.Anana's words still lingered in her mind, warm and steady.The people who matter stay.The right people will see you.The memory settled quietly in her chest, easing a tension she hadn't even realized she was carrying.Unlike yesterday… the weight on her shoulders didn't feel quite so heavy.With a small breath, she stepped into her classroom.The room was already buzzing

The words broke out low, strangled by anger he wasn’t fully controlling anymore.His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening… Shoulders rising like he was holding something back with sheer force.Then he moved fast.A sudden step forward that made a few students flinch back instinctively.His arm came up… Too quickly.Chair legs screeched again as someone gasped aloud.But before the motion could complete… A hand shot out and caught his wrist hard.The second boy.The impact stopped him mid-motion, but not the energy behind it.The first boy was still shaking… still trying to move forward even as he was held.His breath came heavier now, hot and uncontrolled.“Don’t.”The second boy’s voice was low, tense… Barely audible. But firm enough to hold weight.The first boy didn’t look at him at first.His eyes were still locked on Anastasia… Burning and furious. Like he wasn’t seeing a person anymore… just the target of everything boiling inside him.The second boy leaned

While Anastasia was still at the academy...Far away from classrooms, lessons, and troublesome boys...Life within the Crimson Blood Pack continued as usual.Or at least...As usual as it could be.Inside one of the private chambers overlooking the inner courtyard, Anana sat comfortably curled into a large fur chair, a book resting open in her lap.The sight alone would have surprised most people who knew her.Years ago, she never would have imagined spending an afternoon like this.There had been a time when Anana would have chosen a sparring ground over a book without a second thought. Sitting still for hours and turning pages had never been her idea of enjoyment.Yet somewhere along the way, motherhood had changed her in ways she never expected. It had unlocked parts of herself she hadn't known existed.Like appreciation for peaceful moments like this.Her attention remained completely absorbed in the pages before her.So absorbed, in fact, that she failed to notice the massive bla

The moment the carriage rolled to a stop, the door flew open.Anastasia stepped out.Almost immediately, her eyes found them… her parents, patiently waiting.The smile that spread across her face was instantaneous… so bright, effortless, and utterly impossible to contain."Mother!""Father!"Without a second thought, she broke into a sprint.Servants nearby immediately stepped aside while several guards exchanged knowing smiles.They had seen this countless times before… No matter how old Anastasia became, this part never changed.She charged across the courtyard like a tiny storm."Father!"Lucien barely had time to open his arms before she launched herself at him.The impact would have knocked most people backwards.Lucien didn't even move.A laugh escaped him as he caught her effortlessly, one arm wrapping around her waist as though she weighed absolutely nothing."There she is."Anastasia immediately threw both arms around his neck.The grin on her face could have rivaled the sun

For several long seconds, he couldn't move.His chest tightened until every breath felt shallow, his fingers clenching around the strap of his satchel in a nervous habit he no longer noticed.His thoughts turned against him almost instantly.What if they're waiting?What if the moment I walk in... it all starts again?What if everyone remembers?His throat went dry.Then, almost without realizing it, his lips parted."...But I'm nothing more than a low-class..."The words escaped in little more than a broken whisper.They were so quiet they barely reached his own ears. Yet they struck harder than any insult ever had.Somewhere along the way...They had stopped being their words. They had become his.He lowered his head and took a shaky breath.It didn't help.The fear remained…And so did the voice in his head... the one that sounded more and more like his own.Slowly, he raised his hand.It stopped just inches from the handle.His fingers hovered there, trembling, unable to close the