All Chapters of FORSAKEN BY FATE : EMBRACE BY WOLVES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CALLUMI barely registered her body crumpling to the floor before instinct kicked in.“Liana!” I shouted, rushing toward her. My heart pounded, but I shoved the panic aside. Her small frame lay limp on the ground, pale and motionless.“Liana, wake up!” I knelt beside her, gently shaking her shoulders, but there was no response. Her breaths were shallow, her skin cold beneath my hands. A wave of something foreign—fear, maybe—tightened in my chest. “Callum, what—” Asher’s voice trailed off as he and Reed approached. “She fainted,” I snapped, cutting me off. “Help me move her.”I slipped my arms beneath her, lifting her easily into a bridal hold. She felt fragile, too light, like she might break in my grip. Her head lolled against my chest as I stood. Reed hovered nearby, his usual calm shaken. “She’s out cold?”“No thanks to the chaos we just dealt with,” I muttered. “Asher, call Meave. Now. Reed, get the workers here. The place is a mess, and we can’t leave anything behind.”Without

CALLUMThe moment I saw the SUV roll up the driveway, I knew it wasn’t trouble. The engine hummed in that familiar way, a low, even pure that practically whispered Malcolm. Still, I followed Reed and Asher down the hall with purpose—just in case. Reed was the first to reach the door, as always. The “responsible” brother. He peeked through the side window, his shoulders visibly relaxing when he caught sight of the man climbing out of the vehicle. It wasn’t the first time Reed had gone all “big brother mode,” peeking out the window like some overprotective watchdog, I had found that act of his irritating. But this time, I wasn’t annoyed at him. No, I was irritated because Malcolm’s SUV pulling up to the house meant one thing: a complication in the mission we sent him out for. Malcolm was reliable. I’d give him that. The man had been with us longer than all of us had been alive, helping our father before his death and, somehow, sticking around after. He was loyal to a fault, wise beyon

RAIDENThe cold evening air clung to my skin as I made my way back to the castle. The trail of footprints leading to tire tracks at the border played over in my mind, along with the shredded guards left in their wake. The scene had been gruesome, a testament to an attack far more calculated than any rogue ambush. Still, I’d ordered the cleanup and reinforced the border, ensuring the guards’ deaths wouldn’t cause a stir. I didn’t need my father seeing this as another failure. The scent of power and judgment lingered in the halls even before I reached the castle gates, a reminder of the man who awaited me. Maddox Gray. The guards opened the heavy oak doors without a word, their eyes fixed on the ground. They must have sensed the storm brewing. I stepped into the grand hall, its polished marble floors gleaming under flickering chandeliers, but the air felt heavy. Too quiet. Too still. And then I saw him. My father stood at the far end of the room, his arms crossed, his piercing gray

SERAPHINERaiden winced beneath my touch, his muscular frame tensing as I pressed a damp cloth to the wound on his temple. Blood had matted the dark strands of his hair, streaking down his face in angry rivulets. He wouldn’t look at me, his gaze fixed on the far wall of the dimly lit room.“Hold still,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. He scoffed, though the sound came out weak. “Why bother? He’ll just do it again.”I froze, my hand hovering over the cloth. His words cut deeper than any blade ever could. He was right, of course. Maddox’s temper had always been unforgiving, but his rage against Raiden was particularly cruel—unrelenting. I resumed my task, dabbing gently at the cut. “You’ll heal faster if you let me do this.”Raiden didn’t respond, but his silence gave me space to think. And thinking, as always, led me back to the past I’d worked so hard to bury. Staring at him the memories came unbidden, pulling me into a time long gone, to a lake bathed in moonlight. My legs tr

REEDI leaned against the doorway to Liana’s room, watching her sitting on the edge of the bed we’d hastily thrown together. The faint scent of lavender filled the air from the fresh sheets Malcolm had brought in earlier. She didn’t notice me standing there, too lost in her own world, her fingers tugging at the edge of the oversized shirt she wore—the same one Callum had tossed to her after she’d arrived, broken and bruised. Callum’s scent clung to it—woodsy, with a faint hint of cedar. It was strangely comforting, though it didn’t drown out the whirlwind in her mind. Her mind was elsewhere, her gaze distant. I knocked lightly on the frame. “Are you doing okay in there?”She startled, her wide, stormy eyes meeting mine. For a second, I thought I saw tears glistening, but she blinked them away quickly. “Yeah,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just thinking.”“I know it’s been a lot on you for this past couple of days,” I began, my voice cracking from my own thoughts.