All Chapters of Between Hate and Fate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The cabin feels different in the quiet mornings, as if it knows we’re balanced on the edge of something we can’t yet see. Milanya babbles happily in her bassinet by the window, sunlight catching in her dark hair as she swats at the plush toy hanging above her.And Ruslan? He’s out running patrols again, keeping his sharp eye on the pack’s borders.I sip my tea and glance around the small space we’ve made our home. It’s cozy, warm, and so full of memories that it sometimes feels like we’ve lived here forever. But we haven’t. It’s been months, not years, since my life collided with Ruslan’s.I never imagined loving him. Hell, I never imagined surviving him. But here we are.He’s everywhere now—in every thought, every decision. When he’s gone, the cabin feels like it’s missing its foundation. When he’s here, his presence fills the space, his warmth grounding me in ways I never thought possible.I glance down at Milanya, who giggles at nothing, and my chest tightens. The life we’ve built

I smirk, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle me taking the lead for once?”His hands tighten on my hips, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Careful, solnyshka,” he warns, though his voice has a rough edge that betrays how much he likes this.I bite my lip, dragging my nails lightly down his chest as I settle more fully into his lap. His cock hardens beneath me, and I can feel the way his breath catches, his control slipping just a fraction.“Maybe I don’t want to be careful,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his jaw as I kiss a path down to his neck.“Bold,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly as his hands slide up my back, holding me steady. “Where’s this side of you been hiding?”I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, my lips curving into a mischievous smile. “You bring it out of me.”His smirk softens, his eyes blazing with pride and hunger as he leans back, giving me the space to move. “Go ahead, solnyshka,” he murmurs, his v

The voices filter through the crack of the slightly ajar door as I walk toward the kitchen. Ruslan’s growling tone is unmistakable, and Anatoly’s steadier voice balances it out. I freeze mid-step, something in Ruslan’s voice stopping me from intruding.“...I don’t care if we have to double the patrols,” Ruslan snaps, frustration lacing every word. “They need to be ready for anything. Tomas won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”“I know,” Anatoly says calmly, but there’s a sharp edge to his tone. “But spreading the warriors too thin won’t help. We need strategy, Ruslan, not brute force.”Ruslan growls under his breath, the sound rumbling through the space. “You think I don’t know that? I just...” His voice dips lower, almost breaking. “I want to end this so we can finally live.”The air feels heavy around me, the weight of his words settling over my chest. My breath hitches, and I press a hand to my mouth, stepping back quietly to avoid being caught.I don’t need to hear more.The gu

The cabin feels so much quieter without Ruslan. I stand in the kitchen, absentmindedly drying a dish as I glance at Milanya, who’s nestled in her crib. She’s finally sleeping peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily.My heart squeezes as I watch her. She’s so small, so innocent, and yet... she’s already carrying so much. A true Alpha. The words still echo in my mind, heavy with meaning I don’t fully understand.I place the dish down and walk over to her, crouching beside the crib. Her little hand is tucked near her cheek, her rosy lips parted slightly as she sleeps. Her silver-grey eyes are hidden now, but I can picture them so clearly in my mind.Grey eyes. Like Ruslan’s.It’s not just the color that’s striking—it’s the intensity behind them. Even at her young age, Milanya’s gaze feels ancient, like she’s seen more than her months on this earth should allow.I brush a finger lightly over her soft cheek, careful not to wake her. “What are you, little one?” I whisper. “Wh

The pup center is always a whirlwind of energy, but it’s the kind I’ve grown to love. Laughter, tiny footsteps, and the occasional squeals fill the air. Milanya is in the middle of it all, her little legs wobbling as she takes a few determined steps toward a colorful stack of blocks.“Careful, baby,” I call, keeping a close eye on her. She’s so independent, so stubborn in her little ways, but she’s still unsteady.She looks back at me with those stormy grey eyes that make my heart ache every time I see them. Then, as if to prove she’s got this, she plops down on her bottom with a soft giggle and grabs the blocks instead.I smile, turning my attention to a group of toddlers nearby. One of the older boys is trying to share his toy wolf with a shy girl who clutches a stuffed bear like it’s her lifeline. I kneel down, helping them work it out with as much patience as I can muster.“Look, sweetie,” I say to the little girl, my tone gentle. “He’s just sharing. You can both play, okay?”She