All Chapters of FORSAKEN BY FATE : EMBRACE BY WOLVES: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MADDOX’S POVThe map stretched before me, a precise rendering of Crescent Moon’s territory, its borders marked in red. The ink was sharp, clean—unlike what was to come. War was never clean. It was an art, a delicate balance of power, precision, and brutality. I had mastered it long ago. Thorne stood beside me, his arms folded, waiting for my command. His impatience was evident, but he knew better than to question me. Raiden leaned against the far wall, rolling a dagger between his fingers, his face impassive. The others stood at attention, warriors bred for this very moment. I had given them their orders. Thorne would lead the first infiltration unit through the eastern ridge, where the defenses were weakest. Raiden would take the western flank, a more direct approach, drawing out any opposition. The third unit, the clean-up crew, would seal the southern escape routes. There would be no survivors. But I would not be among them. The thought alone made my lips curl. I do not fight f

The night was thick with the scent of war. Ronan moved with purpose, his steps silent against the forest floor as his warriors surged forward. Orion ran beside him, his expression grim but determined. They had left the Bennett home behind, their path set toward the Crescent Moon’s borders. And now, as they neared their destination, the air grew heavy with metallic tang of blood and acrid burn of fire. The battle had already begun.Orion, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s, turned toward Ronan. “If the war isn’t happening at the Bennetts’, then it’s happening here,” he said. “Kade won’t stop. And neither will Maddox.”Ronan knew it. This war wasn’t about territory. It wasn’t about power in the traditional sense. It was about her. Eliana Blackwood—Eliana Moonblood. Kade wanted her for destruction. Maddox wanted her for dominance. And Ronan… Ronan wanted to save her. To guide her to the light before the darkness swallowed her whole. The Crescent Moon Pack was already under siege. Fires b

The ground trembled beneath their feet. The night air was thick with the scent of blood, with the chorus of growls, snarls, and agonized screams. The Crescent Moon borders were under siege, the once-stronghold of safety now a battlefield of chaos and destruction. Eliana and Reed arrived at the reinforced area, where Crescent Moon warriors–what was left of them–were attempting to hold the line. Their numbers were dwindling, their strength faltering under the unrelenting assault. Wolves clashed, bodies were torn apart, and the ground was littered with the fallen. Asher, Callum, and Malcolm stood at Reed’s side, their expressions grim, their bodies tense with the weight of the battle ahead. “The formation won’t hold,” Callum said, his voice sharp, laced with urgency. “They took us by surprise. We need new orders.” Reed clenched his fists, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield. They had planned for an attack, but not like this—not with this level of brutality. Eliana stood beside

The battlefield had become an inferno of blood and steel, but Maddox only had eyes for her. Eliana.She was still fighting. Still standing. Gun in hand, silver bullets flying, her dagger slicing through flesh. She was a force of nature, her movements precise, deadly. Yet, she had not shifted. Maddox pondered on the reason for her late shifting. A battle as strong and fierce as this should have compelled her to shape shift since she’s got her wolf now, but she seemed sacred. And scared was what drove Maddox the more. Fear was like a fuel to him, a fuel to go for his prey and win—Eliana was just like a scaredy cat and he was going for her at her weakest form. She looked weak, fighting in her human form made her exhausted and to Maddox this was the time to quickly go in and grab her. Maddox’s wolf growled in his chest, primal, impatient. She was defenseless, yet she fought like a warrior—a weak warrior. Like someone who didn’t know her own limits. Like someone who would rather die th

The battlefield reeked of blood and death, but Eliana barely noticed.She lay on the cold, unforgiving ground, her limbs heavy, her breath ragged. Every inch of her body screamed in pain, her ribs aching from the force of Kade’s magic. Her fingers trembled as she tried—failed—to push herself up. A shadow loomed over her. Kade. His presence was suffocating, his dark robes billowing as power radiated from him in thick, suffocating waves. His eyes glowed with unholy light, his hands moving fluidly, weaving magic into the air like a predator toying with its prey. Eliana felt it—that insidious force pinning her down, pressing into her bones, keeping her helpless beneath him. And Kade knew it too. A slow, mocking smile curled his lips. “Pathetic,” he murmured, his voice a sharp contrast to the chaos around them. Eliana gritted her teeth, forcing herself to meet his gaze, but it was hard—so damn hard—to move, to fight back against the magic smothering her. Kade crouched beside her, t