All Chapters of FORSAKEN BY FATE : EMBRACE BY WOLVES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LIANA. I woke up before dawn, as always. No one else in the house stirs this early, but that was by design. If I let the sun rise before I’m on my feet, my mother would make sure I regret it. I slipped silently from my bed on the cold floor—my room was barely a space in the attic, but it was all they allowed me. With my bare hands, I scrubbed the kitchen floor, every creak and sigh of the house around me was a reminder that my family’s slumber depended on my silence. My stomach growled, hollow as always, but I bit my lip. Hunger was something I’ve grown used to. I got to eat only when they decided there was food left over, and most nights, that meant nothing at all. My body ached from work, and sometimes, I wondered if all this would be easier if I could just shift like everyone else. But I can’t. I’m wolfless—a constant source of their shame and their disappointment. I paused, just a moment, to stretch out my back, but the sound of footsteps snapped me to attention. My mother’s

LIANA. A harsh tug on my arm jolted me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open, but it took a moment to process the cold stares, the sneering faces surrounding me. Rough hands gripped me, pulling me upright. Disoriented, I blinked against the blinding light of day, my head throbbing from where I’d hit it against the forest floor. It was still dark and the rain had already stopped but my clothes still dripped of water. “Look at this pathetic excuse for a wolf,” one of them sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. I tried to gather my bearings, but the world spun around me, a blur of scornful faces and mocking laughter. My clothes were soaked from the rain and clung to me, dirt streaked across my skin. I could feel their eyes crawling over me, dissecting me as if I were some lesser creature, something beneath them. “She’s wolf less,” another voice muttered with disgust, the words slicing through me like a knife. It wasn’t enough that my own family and pack hate

LIANAThe metallic tang of blood mixed with the damp earth’s scent as I tried to push myself to stand. My legs gave out immediately, sending me crumpling back to the ground. Every nerve in my body screamed, and yet, somehow, humiliation hurt worse than the physical pain. “I can walk,” I muttered, though even I wasn’t convinced.“Really?” Reed’s voice was calm, yet the undertone of sarcasm was unmistakable. His shadow fell over me, and before I could protest, his hands gripped me gently but firmly. I flinched at the contact, instincts screaming to pull away, but his arms were steady and sore, lifting me as though I weighed nothing. “You’re bleeding,” he said matter-of-factly, his eyes scanning my legs. “Badly.”“I’ll manage,” I shot back weakly, though my words held no bite. I hated feeling helpless, hated that I needed their help.“Enough,” Reed said curtly. “You’ll make it worse.”The warmth of his chest against my side contrasted sharply with the chill of the night air. I wanted

CALLUMThe night air was sharp, cold enough to sting as I bounded through the woods in wolf form. The wind rustled through the treetops, carrying faint scents that told me everything except what I needed to know. My brothers and I were scattered, noses to the ground, ears twitching for even the smallest hint of her presence.Liana.Her name etched in my thoughts, louder than I’d like to admit. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She’d barely been with us for a night before she bolted, leaving behind nothing but her scent and the faint blood trails from her battered feet And I knew—deep down, in the part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge—that I was to blame. I shook the thought off, focusing instead on the search. My paws sank into the soft earth as I moved faster, weaving between trees with ease. There was no time for self-pity or guilt, not when she was out here alone, fragile, wolf-less, and too damn stubborn to admit she needed help. Then I caught it—her scent, faint but unm

LIANA The smell of something rich and savory wafted through the cracks of my bedroom door, pulling me from my restless thoughts. My stomach growled in protest, but I ignored it, sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at the slip of paper I’d found earlier.Aurora.The name didn’t feel like mine, yet it still stirred something deep inside me, like a melody I’d long forgotten. Who was she? Or, more terrifyingly, what if she was related to… me? But that was impossible right? This was my first time here.A muffled voice broke through my thoughts, followed by another—low and steady, but with an edge of irritation. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the walls of this mansion weren’t as thick as they appeared. Curious, I crept closer to the door, pressing my ear against the wood.“She’s obviously been through something,” Reed’s voice came first, calm but tinged with concern. “We can’t just ignore that.”“I’m not saying ignore it,” Callum shot back, his tone sharper. “But you can’t save s