All Chapters of FORSAKEN BY FATE : EMBRACE BY WOLVES: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RONAN’S POV The sun was high, a gloomy eye staring down at me through the now defrosted-coated window. I leaned against the ledge, my fingers tightening around the glass of untouched whisky in my hand. Outside, the trees swayed under the morning breath, whispering secrets that only the wind could understand. But I wasn’t listening. My mind was elsewhere. On someone so precious. Her. Eliana Blackwood, or better still Eliana Moonblood.She was a Moonblood after all even though she has not been introduced to the entire pack.I exhaled slowly, the weight of her name pressing against my ribs like a fist. Today was her nineteenth birthday. A significant day. A dangerous day. It’s going to be a full moon tonight and the full moon on her birthday screamed danger. I ran a hand through my hair, tension coiled in my muscles, making it impossible to stay still. I should have taken her last night in the woods. I should have been faster, stronger—should have gotten to her before he did. Reed

KADE’S POVLila stood before me, fidgeting under my stare. She was trying to lie to me. Again.I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin, watching her carefully. The office was quiet except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the far wall. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, painting sharp streaks of gold across the dark wood floors. And yet, despite the warmth of the morning light, Lila shivered. She wasn’t cold. She was afraid, a habit that our child picked from her. “Tell me again,” I said smoothly, tilting my head. “How far have you gotten with the mission of getting me the Silver Blade?” She shifted on her feet, pressing her hands together like a nervous child caught stealing. “I—I haven’t gotten it yet,” she stammered. “The security at the vault was increased after my last attempt. It’s been difficult.” A lie. An obvious lie. She was trembling. The lie lived in the flicker of her lashes, in the slight hitch of her breath. I knew her too we

RONAN’S POVThe hall reeked of desperation. The huge curtains were drawn to cover the entire room in darkness. Thick candle smoke curled toward the rafters, mixing with the sweat and fear clinging to the walls. Shadows flickered along the rough stone, stretching over the gathered Elders like grasping hands. Their voices clashed—some loud, some hushed, but all of them whispering the same name. Eliana. The girl. The key. The one they feared, yet needed.I stepped into the hall, and the room fell into silence. Eyes turned to me, wary, expectant. I was no Alpha. But I was the closest thing they had. I walked forward, slow and deliberate, until I reached the long table at the center of the room. The Elders sat rigid in their chairs, their robes pooling around them like shadows. They had aged poorly—wrinkled faces lined with worry, eyes sunken from years of exile. This was not the Moonblood Pack I had grown up in. This was a broken assembly of ghosts, clinging to the past, fearing the

REED’S POV The world tilted. I barely had time to steady myself before the ground swayed beneath me, the weight of exhaustion dragging me down like lead in my bones. My knees buckled.Shit.A firm grip caught my arm before I could hit the door. Then another.“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” Asher muttered, his voice sharp with concern. His grip tightened around my shoulder, anchoring me. Callum was at my other side, his hand clamped around my forearm, keeping me upright. “You good?” Callum asked, but his tone already told me he knew the answer. I wasn’t. Not even close. Cold seeped into my skin, a slow, creeping chill that coiled in my chest and wrapped around my spine. My body felt wrong, like it wasn’t mine anymore—like something had shifted deep within me when I stepped into that other realm.I clenched my jaw and forced my weight onto my feet, willing my legs to stay steady. Asher murmured something under his breath to Callum. I caught fragments—“too pale,” “he’s freezing,” “somethin

KADE’S POVThe air still crackled with the aftermath of power, an almost tangible force that made the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. The scent of burnt ozone lingered, sharp and electric, mixing with the ever-present musk of my own dominance. My claws, still partially extended from my earlier rage, twitched at my sides. My pulse was steady, controlled—but inside, I was alight. My eyes flicked to the sigil that still pulsed faintly in the air. Eliana’s gate was open. Open. Without my interference. Without the excruciating effort it would have taken to pry it apart with dark magic. A rare thing. A perfect twist of fate. A slow, pleased smirk stretched across my lips, sharp as my claws I had nearly driven into Lila’s throat mere minutes ago. If I had killed her before this moment, I would have been furious. If she had died before Eliana’s gate had opened, I would have lost a valuable piece on my board. But now? Now, everything was aligning. A soft, choked whimper pulled my atte