All Chapters of Fated Reborn, His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Eleanor's POV That growl—it ripped through the suffocating silence of my cell, a sound I’d know anywhere. Sebastian. My heart surged, a jolt of recognition sparking life back into my weary bones. He’d come for me. Strength I didn’t know I still had materialized, flooding my limbs as I staggered to my feet. “Sebastian!” I screamed, my voice raw and ragged, clawing its way out of my parched throat. I pounded on the iron bars with trembling fists, the cold metal biting into my skin, willing him to hear me.Then he was there—his towering silhouette filling the dim corridor beyond the metal door. His presence was a storm, wild and untamed, radiating fury I could feel even through the barrier between us. A deafening clang echoed as a dent buckled the door, the iron groaning under his assault. He was smashing it down, each blow a testament to the beast within him. Another dent, then a third, the frame shuddering violently. With a final, earth-shaking crash, the door gave way, crumpling inwa

Sebastian’s POVThe fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm, amber glow across our chambers. The shadows danced over the stone walls, softening the harsh edges of the world outside, but my eyes were fixed on her—Eleanor. She sat on the edge of our bed, her bare feet brushing the fur rug, her thin nightshift clinging to her frame. The soup had brought some color back to her cheeks, but she still looked fragile, like a bird that had weathered a storm too long. Yet there was a spark in her green eyes, a quiet fire that hadn’t dimmed despite everything Caddal had done. It drew me in, as it always had.I crossed the room, my boots silent against the floor, and knelt before her. My hands found hers, her fingers cool and delicate in my rough grip. “You’re still here,” I murmured, my voice low, almost breaking. “After everything, you’re still here with me.”She tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips—soft, tentative, but real. “Where else would I be?” she whispered, her voice a

Ryker's POVAfter endless days adrift on the churning sea, the sight of land was a lifeline pulling me from the brink. The salt-crusted deck of my small boat creaked beneath my boots as I gripped the railing, my stomach roiling—not just from the relentless waves, but from the solitude and the haunting thoughts of what had become of the Capris coven. My heart leapt, a wild, desperate thud against my ribs, as the jagged coastline came into view, kissed by the midday sun. I couldn’t wait to see Alpha Eleanor, to kneel before her and share what I’d found—the resting place of the coven she’d longed to uncover. But the good news was tangled with a bitter thread: they were gone, swallowed by the sea, their fate carved into a weathered stone I’d stumbled upon near the shore.I clung to the hope that this would bring her peace, that she’d find someone to guide her, to teach her to wield the extraordinary powers that set her apart. She was special—more than she knew—and my chest ached with the

Mary's POVThe sight of Eleanor stepping into my cottage after so long warmed my old heart like the first rays of spring after a bitter winter. She was a vision, that special she-wolf—radiant in a way that went beyond the soft glow of her dark hair or the strength in her stride. As she crossed the threshold, the faint scent of life stirred beneath her usual wildflower essence, a secret only a healer like me could catch. She was pregnant, though she carried it well, her frame still lithe despite the subtle curve of her belly. I ushered her into my kitchen, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards welcoming us as I set about pouring tea from the kettle simmering on the hearth. The rich aroma of chamomile and honey curled through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of dried herbs hanging from the rafters.We settled at the scarred oak table, the mugs steaming between us, and I watched her take a sip, her hands cradling the warmth. “I’ve got bad news, Mary,” she said, her voice lo

Alicia’s POVI couldn’t believe the words spilling from Klaus’s lips. The air in the room seemed to thicken with every syllable, each revelation sinking deeper into my bones. This wasn’t just a dream anymore, it was becoming real, true, interesting. My pulse quickened, a flush creeping up my neck as I reached for the bottle of red wine on the table. With a trembling hand, I poured the red liquid into a glass cup, the sound of it splashing against the glass, oddly soothing. I downed it in one swift motion, the warmth soothing my throat and steadying my nerves.Klaus had just dropped a bombshell. Eleanor, that sly, unreadable witch, had arrived with news, credible news, about the witches’ hiding. So they weren’t just whispers or legends spun by paranoid villagers? They existed, flesh and blood, hiding in the shadows. And Eleanor, of all people, was willing to guide us straight to them. The implications swirled in my mind like the wine in my glass, intoxicating and dizzying.I wasn’t ju