All Chapters of THE FORBIDDEN BOND OF FATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

His mind betrayed him almost immediately, conjuring possibilities far crueler than reality had any right to be.Maybe they're waiting until lunch.Maybe after school...Maybe they want everyone watching this time.His chest tightened painfully.Then, a thought crept into his mind.One that filled him with quiet shame.He almost preferred the days when they attacked him the moment he walked in.At least then...He knew.There was no waiting, no wondering, no endless imagining of what they might do next.The waiting was always worse.Because fear had time to grow.His eyes drifted towards the boys again.They hadn't moved… They were still watching him.The knot in his stomach twisted tighter.He had learned, long ago, not to trust moments of peace.They never lasted… Not for people like him.Bullies didn't simply stop.They waited, watched, planned… And when they finally came...They always made sure it was worse than before.His fingers slowly curled into trembling fists beneath the de

The steady drumming against the windows began to soften.Tap… Tap… Tap…The rhythm grew lighter, slower.Until… Nothing!Anastasia blinked.She didn't move… Not even a little.Her ears strained against the silence, almost afraid she had imagined it."...No way."The words escaped in the faintest whisper.She held her breath.Her heart began to pound.Her eyes grew wider."...No way."This time, the whisper came with unmistakable hope.Then!She bolted upright.Hope burst across her face so suddenly it was as though someone had lit a fire inside her."No way!"The words exploded out of her.She practically launched herself off the bed, barely remembering to use her feet before they were already carrying her across the room.Two hurried strides brought her to the window.Both palms slapped eagerly against the cool glass as she leaned forward, searching with wide, hopeful eyes.Please!...Please!!...Please!!!...The courtyards still glistened beneath the lingering moisture.Water contin

Then...Nothing happened.The boys simply looked at him. There were no insults, no mocking laughter, no cruel remarks.No one stepped towards him… They just stared.The bullied boy remained frozen, every muscle in his body locked in place, waiting for the first shove… the first punch… the first laugh.It never came.One after another…The boys tore their eyes away from him.Without speaking a single word, they turned and began walking towards the classroom door.The bullied boy could only stare after them.His eyes followed their retreating figures… His mind fought the truth with everything it had.No!This couldn't be happening…This wasn't how moments like this were supposed to end…It made absolutely no sense.Every fiber of his being braced for the inevitable… for them to stop… to turn around… for the laughter to split the silence and the first blow to come crashing down.But it never happened.The door creaked open…One after another, they crossed the threshold, disappearing into

By the time they reached the secluded clearing, the sun had already begun its slow descent beyond the towering treetops.The golden light filtering through the canopy had taken on a warmer, deeper hue, bathing the forest in soft amber.Long shadows stretched across the grass, and the air carried the quiet promise that night was no longer far away.Nestled within a secluded clearing embraced by towering pines and rugged stone outcrops, the camp had been the Crimson Blood Pack's cherished hunting grounds for years.It was a place rich with memories.A place where countless hunts had begun… Where stories had been shared beneath crackling campfires… And where traditions, passed down through the years, continued to live on.The clearing was carpeted with soft green grass, still glistening with droplets left behind by the morning rain.The air carried the fresh scent of damp earth, pine, wild grass, and aged timber.It filled the lungs with a crisp freshness that could only be found deep wi

Silence settled over the camp once more.Nearby… Lucien had long since finished sharpening his sword.The whetstone now rested quietly beside him upon the fallen log.His blade gleamed faintly in the firelight.He made no attempt to interrupt.Instead, he simply sat in thoughtful silence, listening as Anana spoke, his calm expression revealing little of what stirred beneath.Anastasia lay quietly against her mother's side, her bright blue eyes fixed on the dancing flames.She turned everything she had just heard over in her mind.The Red Moon Pack… Alpha Riven… The Wanderers… The Black Wanderers… Each answer only seemed to uncover another question.After several thoughtful moments, she looked back up at her mother."Mother..."Her voice softened with curiosity."What happened to Alpha Riven?"She tilted her head slightly."What led to his death?""He sounded like a very powerful Alpha."Her brows furrowed."So...""Who could possibly kill someone like him?"For the briefest moment..