All Chapters of Fated To The Mate Who Loves My Sister: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Benita's POV He stared at me with miserable eyes, and my heart clenched painfully. What could they have said to him to leave him looking so broken? “Nathan, talk to me. What did they say? What did they do?” I asked, my voice rising in panic and worry. For a moment, he held my gaze, and I thought he was going to say something. His lips parted, but instead of speaking, he sighed heavily and shook his head. Then, without a word, he raised the beer bottle to his lips and took another long gulp. Frustration bubbled inside me. I couldn’t stand to see him like this. Without thinking, I snatched the bottle from his hand. “Benita,” he groaned, his voice filled with annoyance, but I ignored him and set the bottle aside. “Nathan, talk to me!” I pressed, my voice firmer this time. “What did they say to you? What could have possibly made a man like you—an Alpha—look so defeated?” His jaw tightened, and he turned his head away, refusing to meet my gaze. “I’m tired,” he muttered after a

Benita’s POV “You have been charged with the following offenses,” Darius declared, his commanding voice echoing throughout the courtroom. “Casting and using a love spell on Alpha Nathan. Faking your own death, thereby deceiving the pack. Stealing and mistreating Alpha Nathan and Luna Benita’s daughter, subjecting her to extreme hardship. Mistreating a royal bloodline. Abducting Alpha Nathan and Luna Benita’s children. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as the words hung in the room. I could feel Nathan's presence beside me, his body tense and his jaw clenched tightly. He hadn't said a word since Nina trial began, but his anger was obvious in the way his hands balled into fists. My gaze shifted to Nina, who knelt in the center of the courtroom, shackled and stripped of the confidence she once carried. Her head hung low, her hair falling over her face, but I could see the faint tremble in her shoulders. “You have committed crimes against the Alpha family and the pack,” Darius co

Benita’s POV I ran straight to the garden and collapsed onto the wooden bench, my chest heaving as tears streamed down my cheeks. No matter how hard I tried to hold them back, they fell freely. I gasped for air, wiping my face with the back of my hand, but the tears refused to stop. I wasn’t supposed to cry. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. This was good news. This was what I wanted—to be free from Nathan, to be free from the man who caused me nothing but pain and sorrow. So why did it feel like my heart was breaking? What I wanted was clear a month ago. Back then, I wanted nothing more than to be free from him. But now? Now I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. “Benita.” My heart jumped at the sound of Xavier’s familiar voice behind me. I stiffened, anger and frustration flaring as I stood abruptly and turned to face him. His calm demeanor only fueled the anger inside me. “How dare you?” I spat, my voice shaking with rage. “How dare you make decisions about my life without ev

Benita’s POV “The trial is about to begin,” Xavier announced as he stepped into the room. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I stared at my reflection in the mirror one last time. My lips pressed into a thin line as I exhaled softly. Without another word, I followed Xavier out of the room. The trial was being held in the courtroom, a separate building attached to the mansion. As we walked closer, an inexplicable unease settled over me. It wasn’t for myself—I wasn’t the one on trial. It was for Nathan. I couldn’t shake the heavy, suffocating worry I felt for him. When we reached the courthouse doors, the guards stationed there stepped aside, opening the entrance for us. Xavier led me inside, and the moment I crossed the threshold, my eyes instinctively sought him out. Nathan. He was seated in the accused booth, his head slightly bowed. When his gaze lifted, our eyes met, and I felt a pang in my chest. The life in his eyes—the spark I had always seen in him—was gone. I swallowed

Benita’s POV A knock landed on my door, and by the alluring familiar scent, I knew it was Nathan. “The door is open,” I said softly, and after a few seconds, the door pushed open, and Nathan walked in, slowly shutting the door behind him. I looked up from the book in my hands, watching as he crossed the room with slow, measured steps. “Good day,” he greeted, a small smile spreading across his face. “Good day,” I responded plainly while ignoring the howling of my wolf at his smell. His scent was so intoxicating that I was doing my best not to sniff the air. “The kids aren’t back yet?” he asked. I shook my head. A moment of silence hung in the air before Nathan spoke. “I got you something,” he said while bringing out a box from his pant pocket. I watched him open the small velvet box and take out a silver bracelet. My fingers curled instinctively, resisting the urge to reach for it. “For you,” he said, his voice softer than usual. I swallowed, my throat tightening. “W