All Chapters of Fated To The Wrong Woman: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Everly POVI shouldn’t have opened the window. 2:17 AM. My bedroom was dark except for moonlight cutting across the floor. And there he was. Grayson. Standing in my backyard like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t just destroyed my entire life with one dance. Lila slammed against my ribs. Go away, I whispered through the glass. He heard me. Of course he did. Wolf hearing. “Let me in, Everly.” His voice was rough. Tired. Like he hadn’t slept. I did. God help me, I did. The moment he stepped inside, the air changed. It got heavy. Hot. He smelled like the night. Cedar and whiskey and something broken. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I said. I wrapped my arms around myself. My tank top suddenly felt like nothing. “I know.” He ran a hand through his hair. He looked wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes. “I’ve been driving for 3 hours. I can’t stop thinking about you. About the dance. About your scent. About how you felt under my hands.” My heart pounded. “Grayson, we can’t—” “Do

Everly POVHe found me anyway. Three nights into house arrest, Grayson broke into my room through the window. Again. His grip tightened on my wrist, yanking me back down to the mattress. The sheets were still warm from us. Still smelled like sweat and sex and decisions we couldn’t take back. “You aren’t running,” he snarled. His voice was low, dangerous. His growl made the fresh mark on my neck burn like fire. Like it was brand new. “We settle this. Right now.” “My dad’s been calling for hours,” I choked out. My phone had been vibrating non-stop on the nightstand. 10 calls. 12. 15. 20. “He’ll kill us, Gray. Both of us. You know he will.” He leaned back against the headboard and dragged me into his lap. His arms came around me like chains. Possessive. Terrified. Like if he let go I’d disappear. “No one can know. Not yet.” I blinked. My heart was still racing from him, from last night, from everything. “But you marked me. The bond— it’s screaming. Everyone will know. The pack will

Everly POVThe note from Collins burned in my palm until the ink bled.He paid Jenson. $50k. USB. He leaked it.Six words. Six words that proved my entire engagement was built on blackmail. My hands shook so hard the gold foil invitation on my vanity rattled. Downstairs, the string quartet had started playing Canon in D - Damian's choice. He said it polled well with female voters.My dress was a cage. White, high-necked, long-sleeved. Not sexy. Pure. It was a costume for the press. Look, the Senator's daughter is pure again.I stared at my neck in the mirror. The concealer was thick, but Grayson's mark glowed beneath it, an angry, pulsing silver. Lila was going crazy inside me, pacing, whimpering. Mate. Close. Mate close.He was here. I could feel him before I heard the doors.Collins knocked. His face was stone. "Miss Carter. Your father requests you. Now."I folded the note into my palm and walked downstairs. Every step felt like walking to my own execution.The Carter estate ballro

Everly POVThe water was still on my nightstand when I woke up.Eight hours after Damian left it there. Eight hours after I spat in his face and he called me little Omega and locked my door from the outside like I was a dog.My throat was sandpaper. My lips were cracked. The burner phone Collins gave me was dead on the carpet. Grayson's last text still burned in my head: Don't eat or drink anything he gives you.But it was 3:12 AM. Dad had put two guards outside my pink childhood bedroom. No water in the bathroom - Dad turned it off, "for security." I hadn't drunk in 12 hours.He drank it in front of me, I told myself. Clear glass. Condensation. He proved it was safe.I picked it up. My hand shook. I drank half in one go.It tasted bitter. Like pennies. Like metal.For 20 seconds, nothing.Then my stomach cramped so hard I folded in half and fell off the bed onto the pink rug I've had since I was 6.I tried to scream. No sound. My throat closed. Like someone zipped it shut. The mark o

The sirens were getting louder.Two short blasts. Then one long. Council enforcement pattern. They do that before they breach a clinic. Protocol for containing a feral Alpha. I knew it because Dad made me memorize it when I was 16.Grayson was still kneeling. Forehead to mine. His bloody knuckles on my cheek, smearing. He smelled like cedar and copper and rain. His eyes were still silver - he hadn't pulled it back since last night when he shifted inside my father's house. Inside city limits. Felony. Ten years if Council wanted to push it.Collins shut the laptop with a soft click. "We have six minutes before they come up the stairs. They are legally required to wait after Right of Mate Testimony is invoked, but they won't wait long."Marcus was already at the window, blinds down two fingers, watching the parking lot below. "Two black SUVs. Four enforcers. Standard silver-plated cuffs. No weapons drawn yet. They are waiting for order from Elder Rhea."Grayson didn't look at them. He di