All Chapters of Bound By Fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“You found the alpha,” Aunt Odessa concluded, her mouth almost gaped as she stared at me in utter shock.  “So that’s it?” I asked and raised my brows. “I will marry the alpha of the pack so the entire werewolves will have the strength needed to defeat the warlock?”  “I’m not certain if it’s the only loophole, but once I figure out another possible way, I will be more than willing to help,” Aunt Odessa moved closer to me and grasped my arm. “I’m sorry for what’s happening with the werewolves. I should’ve been there to help you.  “This is the prophecy the werewolves have been talking about,” I concluded.  The prophecy about the

After the announcement and we all went back inside the cottage, we were all standing in the living room, waiting for someone to utter a word. I knew the announcement made Tobias really uncomfortable and all I could do was stare at him blankly. As I was tapping my foot on the wooden flooring, Agatha said, “Well, since the hurricane has stopped and I can finally head back to my apartment, I think it’s about time to say goodbye.”   “Aren’t you coming back?” I asked.  “My apartment needs me right now and I also need to have a life on my own. My landlord will probably wonder if I still live in his apartment building so I really need to go home. But don’t worry, I’ll be back for the wedding.” She laid a hand on my shoulder as I

I slowly fluttered my eyes open as the morning light filtered through the open window, striking my face as I scrunch my nose. My cheeks were laid on Giofré’s firm chest as I stroked my fingers along his body hair. Our naked bodies were tangled up together, wrapped in a white blanket with our bodies emanating warmth. Tilting my head up, I was greeted by Giofré’s sharp jaws with stubble running around his mouth. He was still asleep and he seemed like a fragile little angel. With a smile slowly appearing on my face, I lifted my head and moved closer to his face. I swept some of his black locks and caressed his cheek with my thumb. It didn’t take a while before his eyes fluttered open and he saw me, staring down at him. He tugged his lips to a smile as crinkles began to form by his eyes. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, his voice sounding croaky.  

I gained consciousness with the stench of decaying bodies making their way to my nostrils. As I tried to move my hand to my face to cover up my nose from the odor, I heard chains clank to the side of my face. But when my skin touched the cold surface of the shackles wrapped around my wrists, I grimaced in pain as I felt a burning sensation around my flesh. Flitting my eyes to my side, the silver shone under the dim light above me, daring to put me in torment if I moved or tried to escape. I was sitting on the cold and wet floor, surrounded by unconscious bodies as their blood smeared on the floor.  Where am I?  The white dress I wore at my wedding was smudged with dirt, and I could barely see my feet that touched the cold ground. As soon as a whistle replaced the

Ash and salt.  That’s all what I needed to break the spell the warlock cast in this place. The storm raged outside and the lightning in the darkened sky cast light in the area I was in. My eyes lingered around the room, searching for a bottle of salt and a torch. I just hope that what Aunt had told me worked for warlocks because this was my only way out of here. A wooden shelf hung beside the table, with some bottles filled with granules and herbs used for creating a magic spell. I reached for the bottle containing a white salt-like appearance and popped it open. Shaking it, I peered through the brim before pouring some of it on the stone table. Since salt was the only thing used for creating a simple spell, I assumed that this one was.