All Chapters of ENTANGLED WITH MY STRANGE MATE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The late-night silence in Annabel’s room was broken by her sharp gasp as she bolted upright, her chest heaving with each passing second. Her sheets were twisted around her legs, damp with sweat, and her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears. The dream—no, the memory, as it felt more and more like, was still vivid. She had been standing in a forest bathed in silver moonlight, her hands outstretched as if summoning something. Shadows danced around her, and a voice she didn’t recognize kept whispering her name.But just as she thought she could grasp the meaning, the image dissolved into darkness, leaving her with only fragments she couldn’t piece together. This wasn’t the first time. For weeks now, these dreams had come, each one pulling her deeper into confusion and fear.She threw her legs over the side of the bed and walked to the mirror. Her reflection stared back, but it didn’t feel like her own. Her hazel eyes looked darker, almost stormy, and her usually calm expression seemed ten

Oliver never let Annabel’s coldness get to him. He was just fixated on his own things and prepared aggressively for the final exams. Bernard, on the other hand, was always giving a gift or the other to Annabel so he could buy her love and favor.It was obvious to everyone that she was only tolerating him and he needed him just as he needed her.She was reading in the library when Bernard appeared with a box of chocolates to cheer her on but she was not in the mood to be disturbed, thanks to her dream that had been disturbing her for several days continuously.“Can you get this out of my face? I can’t deal with you right now,” she remarked, pushing it back to him"Oh, come on, Annabel. It’s time you stopped playing hard to get. We will get married anyways so why don’t you start tolerating me?”Those words hit Annabel on the wrong side. She flared up to the surprise of everyone, Bernard included.“Do you think all I care about is the damn engagement to you? I don’t care about you or you

Oliver stood frozen; his pulse was hammering against his ribs as he processed Nyssa’s words. The jar of answers? He had always known that Nyssa was cryptic, speaking in riddles that only made sense to her. She would never go straight to the point; all she has to offer are her encrypted answers that she leaves you to figure out by yourself.Nyssa slowly rose from the ground, dusting her hands against her cloak. The deep silver of her iris glowed slightly in the dim candlelight of her hidden chambers.“Please come in my Alpha,” she finally ushered him in and they both walked into her hut that was bigger than it looked from the outside.The arranged jars kept shining several lights that almost blinded him as he made his way deeper into the house.“You cannot escape it, Oliver. The blood that runs in your veins, the lineage you come from, the burden of your fate—it is all inescapable. You will be Alpha, whether you like it or not.”Oliver clenched his fists. “It’s not like I can escape it

Annabel sat on the edge of her bed; her fingers were wrapped tightly around the small glass bottle Nyssa had given her. The liquid inside shimmered under the dim light, shifting between deep silver and ethereal blue. It felt like it was alive, pulsing in tune with her racing heartbeat.Doubt clawed at her unsettled heart. Once she took this, there was no turning back. Nyssa’s warning echoed in her mind: Once your eyes are opened to the truth, there’s no going back.For a long moment, she hesitated, gripping the bottle so tightly that her knuckles almost turned white. But then, the memories of her dreams flooded her. All the shadows, the wolf, and the whispers calling her name rushed back in uncontrollable waves. She had spent too long being haunted by questions with no answers.With a deep breath, she unscrewed the cap, poured three spoonfuls, and swallowed them down without hesitation. A strange warmth spread through her, and within minutes, her eyelids grew heavy. She barely had tim

The sun was too bright for my liking. It streamed through the dormitory curtains, slicing through my restless sleep. My body still ached, every muscle taut from last night’s shift. I rolled onto my side, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with the memory of Bernard’s voice searching through the forest and Annabel’s suspicious gaze. They had both gotten too close. Too close to the truth.“I need to do something about it. I just have a few months to go.”My energy sapped out with each sigh that dropped off my chest. I wasn’t sure of where to start my agenda of hiding my identity from, and it looked like I had drawn unintentional attention to myself.The dining hall was chaotic as usual when I got there; the chattering and laughter of students got me drained. I kept my head down, my tray tightly clutched in my hand as I struggled to find an empty table. I was close to one when her piercing gaze shot through my skin; it was glaring that she was watching me.Immediately, my legs made a