All Chapters of Forced Marriage, Fated Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

FEDORA’S POVMy father's words had echoed incessantly in my mind during this time, like an incessant drumbeat pushing me towards an inevitable conclusion. It had become clear that closure was necessary, that I needed to put an end to everything once and for all.The deal we had entered was now null and void, a fractured promise that crumbled under the weight of deceit and betrayal. As for my pregnancy, that was a conversation that would have to be saved for a different time, a time when the storm inside me had settled and I could face it head-on.Today held a significant appointment—one that filled me with both anticipation and anxiety. It was with one of my closest friends, a trusted confidante who would help me navigate the uncertainties surrounding my pregnancy. This appointment would provide me with a glimpse into how far along I was and whether the baby was developing as it should.Despite my best efforts to compartmentalize my thoughts, there were certain things that remained un

LORCAN’S POV"What the hell are you doing in my office?" I questioned, my tone laced with irritation as I walked into my office and found Melantha holding my phone, a smug expression tugging at the corners of her lips. She seemed startled, caught in the act of something she shouldn't have been doing."I-I just came here to check on you," she stammered, her voice feigning innocence, while she gestured toward a plate of freshly sliced fruits. "You didn't have breakfast today, and you skipped supper as well. I thought I'd bring you some fruits."I eyed her suspiciously. It was difficult to muster any trust for her after what she had done before."You can take them away. I have work to do," I replied curtly, my attention still focused on her. "And why are you holding the phone? Did someone call?"Her explanation came just as easily, though my wolf warned me not to let down my guard. "Oh, no. I was going to call you on your cell phone, but then I realized you weren't here.""Fine, leave no

LORCAN’S POVBuried in my work, I was interrupted by the arrival of an anonymous envelope. My curiosity mingled with caution as I carefully opened it, unsure of what lay within. I hoped for some semblance of good news or perhaps information that might shed light on the rogues' next move. Dealing with them was akin to trying to predict the unpredictable; their actions were shrouded in mystery, particularly concerning the recent kidnappings.My thoughts drifted to the rogues and their sudden, suspicious activities. They had a new leader who commanded their loyalty and ordered the kidnapping of children, motives unknown. This shift was perplexing, as rogues were typically independent and unruly, and the kidnapping spree was unsettling. I pondered whether this leader was searching for a lost child or if there was a more sinister agenda at play. From the limited information I had, it appeared that he was an older individual, bereaved of his mate, and possessed a son. His ability to manipul

LORCAN’S POV“I-I am so sorry, I didn’t know….I swear I didn’t know-I” I stuttered still in shock. The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, my mind racing to process the truth that had been concealed from me. My own mate, carrying our child, and I had been completely oblivious to it. How could this have happened? Why would she hide such an important piece of news from me? She knew, she must have known, that I had longed for this, needed this, and yet she chose to keep it a secret. Hurt and confusion swirled within me, a maelstrom of emotions I struggled to contain.Adrian's gaze bore into me, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter now, all I care about is my sister and her wishes. She never does anything without a proper reason, and if she hid this from you, then there must have been a good reason for it.” His words cut through my thoughts like a blade. The implication of Fedora's deliberate silence about our child weighed heavily on me. It sp

LORCAN’S POVMy temper was on the brink of erupting, a volatile mixture of emotions swirling within me. The scent of Fedora's blood, amplified by the bond we shared and the knowledge of her carrying my child, was a maddening cocktail that sent my wolf into a frenzy. The primal instincts of protection and urgency were warring within me, threatening to overwhelm my control."Control yourself, Lorcan," Adrian's words cut through the tumultuous storm of my thoughts. Even in his own turmoil, he managed to hold a semblance of restraint that I found both admirable and infuriating. While Fedora was his sister, and his concern was palpable, I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such overwhelming emotions.The trail of Fedora's blood scent was a lifeline leading us through the dark labyrinth of uncertainty. It felt deliberate, a beacon she had left for us to follow—a glimmer of hope in an otherwise dire situation. I had already mobilized my pack, sending out a call to my warriors