All Chapters of FATED TO UNWANTED MATE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cage's POVI watched Berrilyl being locked in her fragile lifeless state for three days. She lay so still, her chest rising in shallow breaths so light that I'd lean in to make certain she was alive.The pills the physician had prescribed seemed to do little, if anything, to help her. I crushed them into powder every day, dissolved them in water, and fed her with painstaking care. But with each dose, my hope dwindled further.Her hair, which was heavy and shining, now had broken even with the simple touch of fingers. And her skin was pale as it had acquired that uncanny blue tint, jeering at my efforts. With every passing hour, this felt like a knife, twisting in my chest and grimly reminding me of my helplessness.For the first time in so many years, I had become really scared.I lay awake, staring at the ceiling as my mind whirred with memories. How could I? Every time I shut my eyes, I saw her, her sharp eyes ablaze with hatred, words that cut into me like shards of glass. Now, tho

Cage’s POVBerrilyl wasn’t fully awake. Her eyes fluttered open now and then, but she didn’t seem aware of her surroundings. The coughing, though—it didn’t stop. Each rasping sound sent a jolt through me, and I felt utterly powerless.She needed water.I grabbed a cup and filled it quickly, kneeling beside her bed. “Berrilyl,” I said softly, trying to rouse her. Her head lolled to the side, her lips dry and cracked.“Come on,” I murmured. “Just a little.”Carefully, I brought the cup to her lips and tilted it. She coughed again, the sound harsh and grating and most of the water dribbled down her chin. Some of it splashed onto my shirt, soaking through to my skin, but I didn’t care. My focus was entirely on her.Her breathing hitched as she tried to swallow, and I adjusted the angle of the cup, holding her head steady with my other hand. Slowly, she managed to take a sip, then another. I didn’t stop until the cup was empty.Grace was still in the room—I could feel her presence behind m

Cage's POVI sat beside Berrilyl's bed, watching her shallow breaths between conscious and unconscious. So fragile she looked, so opposite to the firecracker I'd grown to know. I reached to adjust the damp cloth on her forehead, and just that second, her breathing hitched and her body tensed, then went completely limp."Berrilyl!" I called, my hand clawing at my chest. I leaned in, shaking her lightly, but she didn't respond.Fear surged through me as I yelled for help. The door burst open and Talia rushed in with the physician hot on her heels. The woman moved swiftly to Berrilyl's side, checking her pulse and examining her with a calm efficiency that I envied."She'll be fine," the physician said after a few moments in a voice firm. "She's exhausted and weak, but her body is fighting the poison. She just needs rest."The relief that swept over me was almost overwhelming; my knees threatened to buckle as I took a step back, leaning against the wall. For the first time in days, it fin

Berrilyl's POVThe cold, steel doors creaked open, and the guards entered with their usual impassive expressions, their boots echoing heavily against the stone floor. I had no choice but to follow them. They didn’t speak, but the glances they exchanged told me everything I needed to know. I was nothing more than an object to be moved around, controlled and confined. They had no mercy, no care for who I was, just a job to do.They led me down dark corridors, the light from the torches flickering on the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced around me like specters. My thoughts were jumbled, racing as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I had been betrayed by Cage, and now I was being punished for something I hadn’t even done. I had only tried to protect myself, to survive in this cruel game of manipulation and deceit, but it seemed that no matter how hard I fought, I was destined to lose.As we reached the door of the room where they planned to lock me up, I could hear the faint

Berrilyl's POVI was standing near the edge of the grand hall, blending into the background as well as my position allowed. My eyes found Grace right away, standing behind Cage, her face tight with barely concealed anger. Her eyes flashed to me more than once, flashing in a fury she didn't bother to hide.Her display, really almost made me crack a smile. She's mad. Good. A part of me liked that this was satisfying to further inflame her, to stoke that fire of hers till she was wholly consumed by it. But the thought that did mean something on my part is with Cage and living in a world of plots of Alphas and politics barred me from pursuing this further.I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to remain calm. I can’t let my emotions get the better of me. Not now.My eyes shifted to Cage, who was standing with a circle of Alphas, laughing and talking as if he didn't have a single care in the world. His smile was easy, his posture relaxed, and for one brief second, I was taken aba