Bound by Fate: The Plus-Sized Fated Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

Chapter 112: KaleThe yard was full before dawn.I'd expected noise. Five hundred wolves and two hundred horses ought to make noise. What I hadn't expected was the quiet of a crowd that knows what it's about to do. Boots on cobbles. A harness jingling somewhere. A mother's voice, low, telling a warrior a good deal younger than I was to eat something before he rode.Three banners hung over the gate. Silver Moon's grey, BloodMoon's red, a green I didn't know yet that belonged to Redwater. Thorne sat his horse beneath it with his arms folded and didn't look at me.Tam was on the infirmary steps with his left arm tucked in against his ribs and Hex draped across his shoulders like a very smug scarf. He raised his good hand in a clumsy salute, and I returned it, and didn't let myself think too hard about the fact that he was coming and she wasn't.I found Aneira near the horses, out of the way of the column forming up around her, her arms wrapped around herself against the cold. She didn't

Chapter 114: Lyra’s POVThe grain wagons began arriving the same week the rumors did.They rolled through Ashfang's main gate at dawn, one after another, loaded with grain from every outlying holding Cassian had ever leaned on. The steward's boys counted each wagon as it came through. By the fifth, the kitchen girls had stopped pretending not to understand what it meant. You didn't haul a season's worth of grain behind walls unless you expected to be sitting behind them.The rumors came with full force, mostly in the servants’ quarters and after dark. The old Alpha was alive. The old Alpha had stood before Silver Moon’s entire council and claimed a witch for his mate. The old Alpha had more than a thousand wolves and was marching home. Nobody agreed on the number.The rumors about Aneira being a witch were harder to believe. We’d lived together for months in Ashfang, and I’d never suspected a thing. She’d been a maid, going about her work, helping where she could, never giving me a re

Chapter 116: Kale's POVI woke to the sound of water dripping and the smell of soap, and for a few seconds I had no idea where I was.Stone was pressed against the side of my face. It was wet and so cold that my jaw ached from it. I lay still and took the room in the way I'd been trained to, one sense at a time. A lamp somewhere out of sight, its light too weak to reach the corners. Damp walls. Iron under the damp, old and sour, the kind of smell that doesn't come out of a floor no matter how often it's scrubbed. And above me, through a narrow grate set high in the wall, the muffled clatter of tubs and a woman's voice calling across a courtyard.The washing court. I knew that sound. I'd heard it every morning of my boyhood through a different window.I was under the east wing of my own house.I tried to sit up, and the chains rattled. They were bolted into the wall on either side of me, and a third ran from an iron collar around my throat to a ring above my head. The links were packed

Chapter 118: Aneira's POVThe sluice was colder than I expected it to be. And after days of travel the freezing mountain passes, this was not a warm welcome. Lyra went in first, on her belly. I heard the water close over her wrists. The grate under the washhouse stood open where Marla had left it, a hole barely wider than my shoulders, and the smell coming out of it was old soap and rot. I put my arms through ahead of me and pulled.I have hips, and the drain wasn't built for them.Stone scraped my ribs on both sides. Water ran up my sleeves and down my collar until my teeth ached. Twice I stuck fast and had to lie there with my heart pounding, telling myself I was not going to die in a pipe. Rowan got his hands on my boots and shoved, and I tore forward another body length and peeled the skin off my left knee."How much further?" I whispered."Not far," Lyra said ahead of me. "Another ten."It was closer to twenty. Then the walls opened out, and I fell onto a stone floor with water

Chapter 120: Cassian's POVThey put me in the old bursar's strongroom, which was a joke I assume nobody intended. I had spent six years signing the pack's accounts in that room. Now it held a bench, a bucket, and a barred slit of window, and two wolves I didn't know stood outside the door with orders not to speak to me.They had taken the silver clasp from my collar. They had left me the coat.I sat on the bench with my back against the wall and put my fingers to my throat. It was tender where Kale's hand had been. I disliked it, because a bruise heals and the other thing doesn't. He had said one word, and my wolf had obeyed it before I did. My body bared my throat to him in front of forty men, and my mind arrived late to the scene, like a servant who finds the guest already seated.My wolf had been shaking for hours. I told it to stop. It didn't.I wasn't afraid of my fate. I had known for years that this might be the end of it, and I had made my peace with it. What I could not make