Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORSAKEN BY FATE : EMBRACE BY WOLVES: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

ELIANA’S POVI sat by the window, my fingers curled tightly around the thick fabric of my robe, my gaze distant as the soft glow of dawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray. The room felt suffocating, the silence pressing against my ribs like an unbearable weight. Two days. Two whole days had passed, and Callum was still gone.At first, I thought he was bluffing. Just another one of his fits, another display of anger that would eventually simmer down. But as the hours stretched into days, the realization settled deep into my bones. He wasn’t coming back. Malcolm had barely spoken a word to us since that morning. His silence was sharp, cutting deeper than any insult or outburst ever could. He didn’t even look at me. The only person who still acknowledged my existence was Mrs. Astrid, and even she treaded carefully, her visits were short and filled with quiet, hesitant concern.I could barely eat.Every time I tried, my stomach turned, revolting against the mere thought of

ASHER’S POVI hadn’t looked Eliana in the eye in two months. Not because I was angry with her. Not because she had done anything wrong. But because I didn’t know who I was when I looked at her. The love I once thought I had—the devotion, the silent ache of wanting her—had faded into something I couldn’t quite name ever since she told me that she could never love me. It wasn’t resentment. It wasn’t guilt. It was just… nothing.And nothing was dangerous.I sat at the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, hands clasped together as I stared at the floor. The apartment was silent save for the faint ticking of the clock in the hallway. It was a good place, spacious, well-furnished, a symbol of my wealth and status. But it was empty. Just like me. Eliana’s absence should have made it easier. The distance, the separate lives, the unspoken understanding that we were bound only by duty and not by choice—it should have freed me. So why did I still feel trapped? I exhaled sharply, rubbing a h

REED’S POVThere was nothing.No sound, no light, no scent. Just an endless void stretching beyond what my mind could comprehend.For what felt like moments—maybe hours, maybe seconds—I drifted, weightless and detached. My body, my name, my pain… all of it was distant, like a memory I couldn’t quite grasp.But I wasn’t alone.I couldn’t see them, couldn’t touch them, but I felt them. The presence of my parents surrounded me, their warmth pressing against me like a shield, like the way the sun kissed my skin on cold mornings.“Reed,” my mother’s voice came first, gentle yet firm. I turned, searching for her, but there was nothing. Just the vast, unending emptiness. “You’ve wandered long enough,” my father’s voice followed, steady and commanding, like the Alpha he had been in life. “I—” My own voice startled me. It felt unfamiliar, raw. I didn’t know what I wanted to say. “You were not meant to stay here, son,” my mother continued. “Not yet.” I wanted to ask why. If this was death,

ASHER’S POV I hadn’t planned on seeing her today. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it had been months, and every time I thought of her, guilt curled around my throat like a noose.Four months since the wedding. Two months since I last laid eyes on her. And in that time, I had let myself believe the lies my sources told me. That she was coping. That she was handling things in her own way. That she didn’t need me. But something pulled me toward the Pack today, not only the Pack but the Alpha’s quarters. A whisper of instinct, or maybe the part of me that had never really stopped watching over her. I never made it to her door. Because I saw him. Ronan. He was running like a man fleeing from his own sins, his face pale, his body tense. He didn’t even notice me standing there, didn’t acknowledge the way my eyes followed him, tracked him. I knew then. Something was wrong. I didn’t stop him. Didn’t ask questions. He wouldn’t have answered me anyway. Instead, I moved towar

ELIANA’S POVI walked out on him. The man I had dreamed about, prayed for, cried over. I had pictured this moment a thousand times. How I would run to him, throw myself into his arms, press my face against his chest just to feel his warmth again. I had imagined the way his voice would break when he said my name, the way his hands would shake as he held me.But the moment had come.And instead of love, instead of relief—All he gave me was hate.His words still echoed in my ears. How does it feel to be a whore? I sucked in a sharp breath as I pushed through the trees, my feet moving on instinct. The morning air was cold, but it wasn’t enough to numb me. Nothing could numb me from the pain bleeding through my chest. I had thought I knew what it meant to be broken. I had thought the whispers, the disgusted stares from the pack, the betrayal of people I had once called my family had shattered me. But I had been wrong. Because nothing had ever hurt as much as hearing his voice say