All Chapters of FORSAKEN BY FATE : EMBRACE BY WOLVES: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Maddox tasted blood.The metallic tang filled his mouth as he pushed himself up from the dirt, his body aching from the blows he had taken. His ribs were sore, but already, the pain was dulling—the rapid healing of his kind working its magic. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, his golden eyes locking onto Reed, who was sprinting toward Eliana. And then Maddox saw him. Kade was too close. Too close.Eliana was still on the ground, struggling against the weight of the dark magic pressing down on her. And Kade—that bastard—stood over her, power crackling around her like a storm ready to break.A growl ripped through Maddox’s chest. He surged forward. If Kade thought he was going to reach Eliana first, he was wrong.Maddox’s legs moved before his thoughts could catch up. His muscles coiled, his body responding to the surge of rage flooding his veins. In an instant, he was charging, claws unsheathing, fangs bared. Kade had no right to be near her. No right to touch her.

Seraphine’s heart stopped the moment she saw her daughter collapse. One second, Eliana had been there, shifting into her wolf form for the first time, powerful, untamed, divine—and the next, she was crumbling to the ground, motionless.A breath. A hesitation.Then, the world blurred. “ELIANA!!”Seraphine ran.Mrs. Astrid’s voice called out behind her, sharp with warning, but she did not care.Reed had made her promise—do not step onto that battlefield, no matter what.But her daughter was on the ground, and nothing—no command, no prophecy, no promise—would stop her from reaching her. Her bare feet barely touched the ground as she sprinted, her heart pounding in her ears. Her magic surged beneath her skin, but it had been so long since she had called upon it, so long since she had allowed Willow—the wolf she had buried deep inside—to rise. She reached Eliana, falling to her knees, hands gripping her daughter’s limp body. “Eliana—” her voice was shaking, desperate. “Eliana, wake up

A storm raged within Eliana.Not one of wind and rain, but of fire and fury, a tempest that crackled in her veins, raw and unyielding.Her mother’s blood still stained the earth.Maddox stood before her, silver blade in hand, his grip firm, his expression unreadable. He was waiting.Waiting for her to fall into his trap, waiting for her power to be his.Never.A growl rumbled from her throat, low and dangerous, before she launched at him.The battlefield exploded into chaos.Maddox met her charge with a slash of the blade, but Eliana was faster. She twisted, her massive wolf form vanishing into thin air just before the blade could touch her. Teleportation. She reappeared behind him in a flash, her fangs bared, claws poised to rip him apart. Maddox barely had time to spin before she struck, her claws raking across his chest, shredding through his armor like paper.He staggered, blood spilling from the deep gouges, but he didn’t fall. Instead, he smirked.“You’re stronger than I exp

The night air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, but inside the packhouse, silence pressed against the walls like an unwelcome ghost. The war had ended, but grief had settled in its place, lingering in every breath, weighing down every step.Eliana stood in the dimly lit hallway, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, fingers digging into her own skin as if that could hold her together. Behind the closed doors, the pack doctor and the shaman worked over Reed’s body, their hushed voices barely audible through the heavy wooden panels. She wanted to be in there. She needed to be in there. But they had shut her out.Her feet paced across the floor in restless, uneven strides. One moment she was standing near the door, straining to hear anything—anything at all—then the next, she was pressed against the wall, her forehead resting against the cool surface. Her body that passed without an answer felt like another piece of her breaking apart. “Reed.” Her voice was barely above a

ELIANA’S POVThe taste of bile clung to my tongue, acrid and bitter. I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white as another wave of nausea rolled through me. My stomach heaved, but there was nothing left to expel. Just dry, empty retching that left my throat raw and my body trembling. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through my nose. This isn’t happening again. It had been like this for days—waking up to sickness clawing at my insides, to a body that felt weak and foreign. I told myself it was exhaustion. Stress. Maybe even punishment for what I had let happen. For the lives lost. For Reed— No. I wouldn’t go there. I turned on the tap, letting icy water pool in my hands before splashing it over my face. The cold stung, shocking me back into the present. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror—pale skin stretched too thin over sharp cheekbones, dark hollows beneath my eyes, lips chapped and dry. I looked like a ghost. Like something barely holding on. Enough.