Novel & Cerita Broken Fate Line

He asked her in a curt tone but Georgia kept quiet. “I'm asking a question!!! What's your name!!!” He yelled so hard that everyone flinched feeling a cold spine run through them. “Georgia Brooke” she replied in a shaky voice. “I, Jared Cameron, the Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you, Georgia Brooke of the blue moon pack as my fated mate.." And that was it. Georgia felt a pain coursing through her body.

A war will destroy the North, the South, and the East. You will be poisoned. You will lose your first child. A son. The words hit Fin like a blade. His stomach turned to ice. Nova's heart slammed against her ribs. Her breath caught and body locked. They continued, sounding like many beings speaking through one vessel. Both Betas will perish in 30 days. Gamma Thorne will be murdered before the end of summer by the hands of his fated mate. Nova felt like something had just punched her in the chest. The Alpha King will perish at the hands of Ashbane.

Misha's POV “When Atropos died,” I pressed on, ignoring her sarcasm, “she left a void. The entire system of Fate is unstable. It’s creating glitches—monsters, hybrids—and it’s attracting the attention of… other things. Ancient things. The universe is trying to correct the imbalance, and the chaos is putting the babies in danger.” The humor vanished from Ava’s face, replaced by dawning horror. She sank into her office chair, running a hand through her hair. “Oh, gods. Misha. What have you done?”

“I’ll take care of her.” His answer came without hesitation. “I won’t let her lift a finger.” The doctor gave a small nod before walking away. And the moment he was gone, Alan finally broke. He sat back down in the hospital corridor chair and buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking slightly. The fear hadn’t left his body yet. He had almost lost them. Hazel’s father sat beside him quietly before placing a hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong.” Alan swallowed hard and nodded, eyes red. “I know…”

The infiltration had failed. "Lord Manning," Peony’s voice whispered from the obsidian sphere, her tone filled with a cold, clinical disappointment. "It seems your 'Lineage Guardians' were not as elite as you believed. The Vance Resurgence is more formidable than I anticipated. They didn't just stop your team; they erased them."

Nera stood by the window, crying. "What did she say to you?" He asked "That I should free you," Nera turned Frank was quite unsure of what to say. "Marcus gets to die; you get to move on with a beautiful wife; and what do I get with my children?" She asked. "If I free you, what am I getting?" She yelled. "Was I the bad villain in this stupid life, and I get shit because it looks like you and Marcus got the easy way?" "Nera, calm down, and neither of us got it the easy way. Marcus died in an accident alone at night and bled to death," he explained.

“We have to return to the car now, it’s warmer there. Katherine sniffed and glanced at her parents tombstone. “They never should have died,” Her lips moved. “But I never knew the pain they were going through, I didn’t even know the company went bankrupt, worry must have gotten them that way, I only remember them hurry to catch up with someone.”

"You have to disconnect!" "Almost... there..." With one final surge of will, I pushed the "Mortal Coil" into the Atlantic trunk-line. I saw the signal race away from the station—a golden pulse of light that didn't overwrite the world, but "muted" the shadows. It was a permanent blackout for the Strike-Willow’s frequencies. The Collapse The central core of the station exploded in a shower of sparks and glass. Marcus Vane slumped forward, the umbilical snapping as he fell to the floor, dead before he hit the marble.

But a curse. “Death magic.” My voice shook. In response, Sebastian rushed into the room and held onto an empty scroll. He immediately acknowledged Dante had been there, but didn't give him too much attention. He didn’t stop with Chloe’s betrayal. The bloodline was cursed by him in the end. Taking the scroll, I unrolled it for myself. The parchment was covered with blood-soaked symbols that represented ancient, merciless deities related to ancestry. Not just any bloodline. Mine. The Blood Alpha line.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.