All Chapters of fate betrayal : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111: Shadows of WarDarius’s POVThe sky was heavy with the weight of an impending storm, the clouds bruised and churning like the turmoil in my chest. The camp was quiet for once, a stillness that felt unnatural given the chaos looming on the horizon. This was the calm before the storm, both literally and metaphorically, and every warrior here knew it.I stood at the edge of the camp, my sword balanced across my knees as I sat on a worn log. The blade glinted in the fading light, its edge sharp and ready, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t be enough. Not against Veyron.Aria’s scent drifted on the breeze, a subtle mix of wildflowers and earth that tugged at something deep inside me. She was behind me, her steps light but deliberate.“You’re brooding again,” she said, her voice soft but firm.I glanced up at her, my chest tightening at the sight. She looked fierce, her armor polished and her gaze unwavering, but there was a weariness in her eyes that she couldn’

Chapter 113: Bloodlines and BetrayalsKillian’s POVAs we regrouped in the temporary war room, the tension in the air crackled. Aria's magic flickered around her like a restless storm as she paced like a wolf in a cage. Darius's dark, unreadable eyes were fixed on the hilt of his sword as he stood off to the side. Eva scowled as she planned while leaning over a table laden with maps.And me? In the midst of it all, my heart and mind were engaged in their own conflict.Aria muttered, "Veyron won't stop until he breaks us all," in a frustrated tone. "We need an edge."She touched a nerve with her words. I had an advantage that I had concealed for years under a lot of fear and guilt. But I knew I couldn't keep it to myself any longer as Veyron's impending attack weighed heavily on us.I said, "Aria," and moved forward. I sounded more steady than I actually was. "There’s something you need to know."She halted her pacing and narrowed her eyes as she faced me. "What is it?"I hesitated, gl

Chapter 115: The Ritual of SeveranceVeyron’s POVThe chamber beneath the mountain pulsed with ancient power, every rune carved into the walls glowing faintly red as if feeding on the despair radiating from the severed mate bonds above. The screams of confusion and loss had started hours ago, reverberating through the air like a symphony written for me alone.The ritual was progressing beautifully.I stepped forward, my boots echoing on the polished obsidian floor. The altar at the center of the room gleamed with spilled blood, the lifeblood of the willing sacrifices who had been so eager to break their own shackles. Their deaths were a necessary offering—a small price to pay for the revolution to come.“Master,” a voice rasped from the shadows. One of my loyal lieutenants, Cale, emerged from the darkness, bowing low. “The packs have begun to notice the bonds fraying. The Moonshine and Golden Claw warriors are losing their edge in battle.”“Good,” I said, my voice smooth as silk. “Let

Chapter 117: The Glow of TruthDarius’s POVSitting by the flickering campfire, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. The rest were sleeping, or at least feigning it. I knew better than to assume that Killian wasn't listening for any indication of danger, even as his steady breaths rumbled from the other side of the clearing.Aria sat a few feet away, staring at the horizon as if she could force the sun to rise sooner. Her face was darkened by concern and tiredness, and she hadn't spoken much since our escape. I wanted to reassure her that everything would be well. However, I wasn't even certain myself, so how could I?I touched the mark that the cursed artifact that almost killed me had left on my chest. Since we had fled Veyron's lair, the ache has been getting worse every day, burning like fire under my skin. It was too much to handle tonight.I first assumed it was all in my head, but then I froze and glanced down.The scar was glowing in addition to burning.The sharp lines carved int

Chapter 119: The Final ChoiceAria’s POVThe prophecy's words were confusing and frustrating, swirling in my head like fog. The antique paper slipped from my shaking fingertips as I held on to it. With the faint gleam of moonlight leaking through the stained-glass roof, the Moon Temple was filled with the aroma of incense and ancient enchantment. Eva was standing to my right, quiet but alert, her eyes piercing the room for danger.On each side of me were Darius and Killian, whose presence grounded me in ways that both eased and troubled me. I was one step closer to knowing how to stop Veyron, but the decision I knew I would have to make still felt like a mountain pressing down on my chest.Here was the last fragment of the prophesy, carved into the altar stone of the temple. It pulsed in tune with my heartbeat, buzzing with vitality."The person with the Moon's Light has to decide between having the ability to bond with love or to sever it.Many are saved by one road, while one is des