Bound by Fate: The Plus-Sized Fated Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

Chapter 92: Kale’s POVI'd been held late in council, another round of Damian's people picking at the compact clause by clause, and I came up the stairs with my shoulders aching and a temper hardly fit for company. Her door stood very slightly ajar. She'd never left it ajar.Light spilled through the gap. Not candlelight. It moved wrong, low and shifting and golden, the color of a coal that has just been breathed on.I pushed the door with two fingers.She was sitting on the hearthrug with her back to me, cross-legged, the fire in the grate long dead. Her hair had come loose down her back. And in the cupped palm of her right hand, hovering a finger's breadth above her skin, stood a flame.It was small. It was perfectly steady. As I watched, it stretched, curled, walked across her knuckles like a coin passed from finger to finger, then leapt to her other palm and settled there, trembling faintly, as though it were listening to her breathe. She was watching it with an expression I will

Chapter 94: Cassian’s POVNine days as Alpha, and I had already learned the thing I disliked most about it: how much of it was performance.The tailor had come at dawn to finish the collar of the coat I'd wear to Silver Moon, and I stood still through the fitting the way I'd stood still through most of the last nine days, letting other people arrange me into the appearance of a man who had always belonged in this position, when the truth of it was closer than that. I had wanted it. I had planned for it with more patience than most wolves spend on anything in their lives. That did not mean I had grown used to wearing it yet.I'd written the letter myself, the night before, and burned two drafts before I was satisfied with the third. Alpha Altair. Not Kale. Not even a courteous acknowledgment that a wolf of that name might still be breathing somewhere behind Silver Moon's walls. A letter addressed to Kale would have conceded something I no longer owed him, would have treated his claim

Chapter 96: Kale's POVShe didn't weigh anything. That was the thought that wouldn't leave me, carrying her up the steps and through the door, her whole body gone slack and light in my arms, as though whatever she'd spent in that garden had taken some of her actual substance with it.I'd shifted back somewhere between the garden and the door without fully registering the moment it happened, and it was only crossing the threshold, bare feet on cold stone, that I became aware of my own state at all: naked, the shoulder wound from the spear still weeping freely down one arm, favoring the leg that had buckled under me twice in the fight. There was a folded blanket draped over the back of a chair just inside the door and I caught it one-handed on my way past and knotted it around my waist without breaking stride, because I was afraid to let her go even for one moment. 'She's breathing,' my wolf said, still half-present under my own returned skin. 'Keep telling me that. Keep telling me un

Chapter 98: Aneira's POVTam's burns were healing slower than they should have, and by the fourth day I'd stopped pretending I didn't know why.I'd dressed enough burns in my time to know their rhythm, the way ordinary fire marked skin and then, given clean water and patience, slowly let it go again. This wasn't that. The skin along his ribs stayed angry and tight well past the point it should have started softening, the edges of it faintly discolored in a way no kitchen burn had ever left behind on anyone I'd treated before, and every salve I reached for out of habit did nothing for it. This burn did not recognize ordinary remedies as a cure. But then again, it hadn't been an ordinary fire. I'd made it, and some part of me, however much I hated admitting it, had known from the first day that it might need to be unmade by something other than willow bark and clean linen.I went to Morvena's manual that night, by candlelight, after everyone else had gone to bed, turning pages I'd only

Chapter 100: Aneira's POVI was still unpacking when the knock came.Two soft taps, nothing demanding about it. I opened the door with a folded shawl still over one arm and found Kale's mother standing there, her hair loose around her shoulders in a way I'd never seen it, as though she'd been pacing this hallway for most of the day working up to that knock."I won't stay long," she said, before I'd even stepped back to let her in. "I only wanted to see your face properly."I let her in anyway. She sat on the edge of my bed like she belonged there, and maybe she did, and I sat beside her because my legs had decided, somewhere in the last four days, that standing for longer than necessary wasn't worth the effort."I heard," she said, quietly. "Enough of it, anyway. Kale didn't tell me everything. I didn't ask him to.""That obvious?""You have the look of someone who hasn't slept properly in a week." She reached over, tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, the way I imagined a mother mig