All Chapters of Fated to love you: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I didn't know what Lucas told Charles, or what his specific orders were but since I came back he has been following me around like a fly. Also Lola has been making sure we spend as much time as possible, it was as though the duo had some secret agreement to never let me out of their sight and to be fair I couldn't complain. I waited for weeks, checking if they would go back to their routine and spend time without me but it rarely ever happened and it was becoming a drag quite frankly. The fact that the sexual tension they felt for each other still hung in the air while the three of us spent time together made me feel like I was intruding something ..... intimate. What was worse was that it even extended over night sometimes, Charles would spend the night in our room and I would force myself to not think about all the things they were doing on that bed, all the things I wanted to do with someone. I knew for a certain that Charles had figured out that I caught him yet we never spoke

Maybe someone had told him, or he heard it somehow, I mean it wouldn't be surprising to me. He was an Alpha all. I wanted to make excuses for him. I so badly wanted him to take back those words and not utter them again until I told him, then maybe feign ignorance, but it was too late for that now; he had said it, and all that could happen was for him to convince me that he knew this some other way. "How did you know?" My voice quivered. A wave of Shock came over his numb features quickly for a second, and then it was gone. "I heard my men whispering something about it a few days ago. I thought it was merely a joke. I didn't believe it because it was bullshit. Who would dare to lay hands on something that belonged to me? Not anyone who wants to live for sure." He brought his eyes up to meet mine, I searched them hastily looking for some atom of truth in his words, something to hold on to but I found nothing I was searching for. " But tonight, sensing your bruises and seeing how f

The ride was silent, smooth, and short. Everything I needed it to be, and by the time we pulled into the Ashen's Mansion, I was fairly ready for whatever I was going to meet. "Did you catch them? The people who kidnapped me?" I asked. Ever brooding, Mac nodded and led the way through the grand entrance. We followed a descending staircase which I had never seen despite my penchant for exploring the house and the numerous times I had done so and I made a mental image in my head of everywhere we got. When we got down, he led the way to the basement. It was dark, silent, and dusty, like no one had been down here in a while, and the thought gave me shivers because I was here with Mac, of all people. "In here." He motioned to a door that creaked open as he kicked it, and immediately, the metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils. I felt dizzy for a second, staring into the dark and wondering if I was supposed to be seeing anything other than pitch black. The switch on the wall was

I never understood grief because I lost my mom before my head could fathom it. Before, my heart knew that kind of sorrow existed, but often, as a curious little girl, I would sneak out in the middle of the night and find my father hunched over in the living room, staring at a picture of my mother with tears streaming down his eyes. I was never brave enough to approach him; rather, I stared from afar, wondering why my heart suddenly felt so heavy and why he kept panting like he couldn't breathe because his whole world was tumbling apart. And I have never understood my father so much than now, as I stood listening to my fated mate speak of me like garbage, hearing the atrocities he had caused and the harm he brought my way, knowing all along that I dined with the devil with a smile on my face. It was another kind of pain, an indescribable, terribly heart-wrenching kind of pain. I didn't know how to breathe, and neither did I know how my legs carried me from the front of the door soun

Fiona's POVThe strange thing about living is that sometimes you are so sure you are dead, something big happens, and momentarily you expect to vanish along as pain crumbles you, but strangely, you survive, strangely the breath in your lungs remains, and you make it out alive with only one thing in mind; Rage. The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was a different person. I knew the thoughts of fairytales and happy ever afters were flushed out of my system along with all the tears I shed last night, and I was brand new Fiona with only one goal: to make whoever hurt me this deep suffer the same fate. The thoughts of Mac were a constant whir scarring my brain over and over again in each minute. I stared at the white ceiling until my senses began to flicker back in. Why is the ceiling white? I jumped up from the bed I lay and scanned my surroundings in alarm, expecting to meet trees, brown earth, and wild air, but sure as hell, I was somewhere under a roof and not in the open, and once