All Chapters of Bound by Fate: The Plus-Sized Fated Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Chapter 61: Aneira's POVAsh fell instead of snow.It caught in my hair, gray and weightless, dusting my shoulders as I stood in a clearing ringed by trees taller than any I'd ever walked beneath, bark black and split like something had clawed its way out of each trunk. The air smelled of char and wet stone. My bare feet were cold against the earth, cold enough that I felt every pebble, every root pressing up through soil that had already begun to shudder beneath me, a low tremor climbing up through the soles of my feet and into my knees.The stream at the edge of the clearing lifted itself out of its bed. Water rose in slow, glistening ropes, twisting upward against everything water was supposed to do, curling through the ash-thick air toward me the way smoke curls toward an open window. Flames scattered along the far treeline bent the same direction, stretching sideways, hissing where they licked too close to the rising water without quite touching it. The charge in the air pressed

Chapter 63: Aneira’s POVThe guard who led me out of the hall didn't speak the whole way, and I didn't ask him to. I kept expecting the corridor to bend back toward Kale, some correction to whatever had just happened, but it never did. Doors passed. Faces passed, unfamiliar ones, all of them finding a reason to look at me twice.I told myself he'd send for me before the hour was out. Then I told myself before the day was out. The light through the windows went from white to gold to something dimmer, and no one came, and I understood slowly that this was simply how it was going to be, at least for today. I was with Kale, and Kale was somewhere in this house being reclaimed by people who had every right to him and none of them were required to remember I existed.Selene found me before I found anything else, materializing at the end of a corridor like she'd been waiting for me to finish sulking."You'll report to the infirmary," she said, no greeting first. "Tomorrow, first light. I ass

Chapter 65: Lyra’s POVI made it out of the council corridor without either of them noticing, which was the only mercy I got that night. I kept my pace even, kept my face doing whatever a maid's face is supposed to do when she's carrying laundry and not the worst thing she's ever heard, and I didn't let myself run until I'd turned two corners and put a wall between me and that door.‘The war gave us the excuse we needed.’‘Ashfang will already belong to better hands.’I heard those two lines on a loop the rest of the evening, through folding linens I don't remember folding, through a conversation with one of the kitchen girls that I answered on some kind of instinct because my actual mind was somewhere else entirely, replaying a voice I'd known for years until it stopped sounding familiar.Cassian.His voice, unmistakable, saying words that meant that the Alpha hadn't simply been lost to the war. Someone had made sure of it. Someone who had stood beside him for years, eaten at his tab

Chapter 67: Kale’s POVNobody had told the pack what I was here for. They'd worked it out on their own, the way packs always do, faster and uglier than anyone bothers explaining it to their face.I felt it walking onto the training ground. It was not curiosity, it was contempt, dressed up as indifference, thirty sets of shoulders angled just slightly away from me, like acknowledging me directly cost something they weren't willing to spend. I caught the shape of the story they'd built without needing anyone to say it out loud. Outsider shows up with the right blood and the wrong pack, wanting warriors to bleed for a war that was never theirs, expecting it handed to him because his grandfather sat in the right chair.They weren't wrong about what I wanted. They were wrong about what they thought that made me.I didn't try to fix the read they had on me. I've never once in my life found it useful to convince a room full of strangers I was something other than what I am, and I wasn't goin