บททั้งหมดของ Fated Reborn, His Unwanted Mate: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Klaus’ POVI watched carefully as the search party moved steadily through the forest. Their every step was a calculated effort, but I knew the outcome would be the same. Thomas had assured me they had left Sebastian for dead, and yet I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something might go wrong. I needed to be sure—absolutely sure—that Sebastian was out of the picture before I could allow myself to revel in my victory. Trailing slightly behind the group, I made sure to keep my distance, careful not to lead them to the exact spot where Sebastian's body lay. If there was even the slightest chance that he had managed to survive, I wanted to give him enough time to fade away completely, to let death do what it had begun. The stillness of the night was crushing, and the more time passed, the more certain I became that Sebastian's fate was already sealed. The longer no one found him, the better. Unaware of the powers Eleanor possessed, I assumed she was just like any other wolf, a sim

Ryker’s POVI stood at the edge of the forest, gazing out at the endless stretch of trees that reached toward the horizon. I was on the ninth island on our list—my last hope of finding any sign of the Capris Coven. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves, yet I detected no hint of werewolf scent, no trace of a pack’s presence.The island was a tangled maze of forest, with vines and creepers twisting around ancient trees. The heavy canopy above filtered the sunlight, casting the forest floor in a dim, emerald glow. I had to push carefully through the underbrush, using my keen senses to navigate the dangerous terrain.As I walked, I searched every tree for a sign of werewolf habitation. The rural werewolves, like the Capris Coven, were known for marking their territory with intricate carvings. They would cut delicate symbols into the bark of trees using both their claws and magic. These marks, known as the LunaSeal, were believed to hold the power of the moon a

Alicia's POV I paced back and forth in my room, my anger growing with every step. Three long days had passed since Sebastian’s body was brought to the palace, and Klaus was still nowhere to be seen. I had expected him to appear with his guards, to claim his rightful place as the new Lycan king and punish Eleanor for what had happened to Sebastian. Instead, silence and inaction filled the halls.Every day, I heard from one physician after another. They all said the same thing: Sebastian lay in a deep coma, and none of their skills could bring him back. This endless stream of bad news made my frustration burn even brighter. I could not understand why Klaus was delaying. Had he lost his nerve? Or was he simply too afraid to act? I began to doubt his strength and his plans, wondering if he was planning with the heart of a coward.Standing by the window, I watched Eleanor walk slowly with Nathan and Ryker. My heart pounded in my chest as my mind raced with worry. What if they discovered a

Eleanor’s POVAs I stepped into the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to Leila. Her beauty was undeniable, like something carved from the moon itself. The silver-grey waves of her hair cascaded down her back, shining softly in the dim light. Her eyes, too, were striking—piercing blue, radiating both warmth and quiet confidence. At that moment, they seemed to spark with an understanding, as if they could see right through me. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a gentle, knowing smile that made my heart flutter uncontrollably. And though her frame was slight, Leila carried herself with a serene but unmistakable aura of strength. I’d heard about her, of course. Mary had spoken of her often, and I’d read letters she sent to me when I was struggling under Sebastian’s cruelty. Leila had always been a comforting and encouraging presence, someone who told me to stay strong, even during my darkest moments. But seeing her now, standing right before me, was an entirely different experi

Eleanor’s POVI listened with my mouth agape as Leila told her story. I had never thought about these events in such detail before. Up until now, I had known only bits and pieces—just enough to hate Sebastian. All I had heard was that his cousin, Leila White, had left in tears, swearing never to return after he had ordered her lover beheaded. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find any reason to justify his cruel actions.As Leila continued her tale, I began to understand that there was more behind Sebastian’s anger. He had not always been the bitter, ruthless man he had become. Leila described a time when he was smiling, happy, and full of life. I tried to picture him in that light, imagining the kind and gentle Sebastian I had once heard about. It became clear to me that he, too, was a victim—his transformation was not solely his own doing, but also the result of his father’s harsh influence.My heart ached for him, and I felt deep sympathy for Leila as well. Gently, I reached