All Chapters of FATED TO UNWANTED MATE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Berrilyl's POV My body screamed in protest at being chained to the pillar for days on end. My lips were parched and cracked, my throat dry, and my stomach growled with an almost painful urgency.Every rumble seemed to mock me, reminding me of the while that had passed since I ate. The young lady stepped forward; the heels on her shoes clicked sharply against the stone pavement. Her dress was immaculate. Every movement she made expressed her confidence, and it was in extreme contrast with my present state of helplessness. She looked me up and down, her gaze full of disdain.Berrilyl," she said, her voice an insult. You should know your place Berrilyl, she said. "Do you know what your biggest mistake was?" I didn't answer. I didn't have the strength to. My head hung low, my hair plastered to my sweat-soaked face. Even if I wanted to, I wasn't sure I could muster a single word.She didn't seem to mind my silence. If anything, it emboldened her further. "Your mistake," she continued, "

Berrilyl's POV Every breath I took felt heavier than the last because of the tense mood in the room. Cain's presence was oppressive; every action he took was designed to remind me that I had no power and no options. His touch gave me a sense of possession rather than love or concern. He was touching me not because he cared about me, but because he could. He moved his hand slowly over my body, as if to show affection, but it was nothing more than a quiet demonstration of his control. It made me sick.I tried not to show how upset I was, but it was hard. He wasn’t just touching me—he was invading my space, making me feel small, like I had no say in what was happening. His actions weren’t kind. They were planned, designed to make me feel like I was nothing, like I had no choice but to accept what he was doing.Anger was growing inside of me, a fire I was unable to put out. I could feel my body tensing up against the intrusion each time his fingertips touched my skin. He seemed to be att

Cage’s POVI stood by the window, staring out at the courtyard, my thoughts as heavy as the storm clouds gathering on the horizon. The air in the room was still, suffocating, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not when my mind was replaying the events of the day over and over again like a twisted reel I couldn’t shut off.The door creaked open behind me, but I didn’t turn around. I knew it was Grace before she even spoke.“Alpha?” Her voice was soft, hesitant. “You’re still here? What… what are you looking at?”I didn’t answer right away. My gaze remained locked on the courtyard, on the spot where Berrilyl had been humiliated not long ago. The image of her on her knees, her cheek red and her pride in tatters, made my stomach twist. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to speak.“Why did you do it, Grace?” I asked, my voice low and cold.There was a sharp intake of breath behind me. “Do… do what, Alpha?” she asked, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her guilt.“You know exactly what I

William's POVWith a loud crack, the glass shattered against the stone wall and scattered across the floor as it fell from my hand. My chest was heaving, and my fury boiled so hot inside me that I could barely think. Papers and books, whatever was within reach, were flung with violence. A vase fell, smashing into a hundred pieces, and the rattling of shelves, as I swished my arm over my desk, sent documents flying.How does he dare?How dare Cage do this to my sister?The image of Berrilyl chained like some lowly criminal, would not leave me. Her face was pale and haggard from hunger, her wrists bloody from those cursed iron shackles. I could envision it all too well, the injustice of it all was burning a hole in my chest. My fists were clenched so tightly that my knuckles ached.Cage," I spat his name like venom, pacing the length of the room. The very thought of him brought a snarl onto my lips. "You arrogant bastard. Who do you think you are?"My voice echoed in the empty study, but

William's POVI ignored my anger and tried to calm her down but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her. I was also feeling was even feeling slightly irritated with her presence. I couldn't feel comfort when I was with her the way I used to before. I thought we would grow old together but now I was thinking of the opposite.Lucia had been causing me trouble these days. She was my first wife, so she should be mature, but it was quite the opposite. There was nothing about her that was good. She was behaving so senselessly and immaturely. I was a guy and could have as many women as I wanted. I didn't know what the fucking hell her problem was. She should have been expecting the fact that a handsome man like me would always have girls who fall in love with me, and to crown it all, I was rich. Before marrying me, she should have known that a rich and handsome guy like me would need ladies for comfort, and some of them are always willing.The reports about her were becoming uns