All Chapters of fate betrayal : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 181: A Seat at the Table Aria’s POV The grand hall of the Golden Claw Pack, once a place of celebration and rituals bound by the mate bond, now stood transformed into a council chamber. The long wooden table at the center, polished and gleaming under the glow of candlelight, was surrounded by leaders and representatives from every pack I could convince to come. Tension hung in the air, thick and palpable. Some faces were grim, others skeptical, and a few openly hostile. The mate bond’s dissolution had left a gaping void, one that tradition could no longer fill. This meeting was my attempt to offer a new path forward—if I could get them to listen. I stepped into the room, every eye turning toward me. "Thank you all for coming," I began, my voice steady despite the weight of their gazes. "We stand at a crossroads. The system we relied on for centuries is gone, and with it, the unity that once bound us. But we can’t afford to remain divided. Not with the threats we face." --

Chapter 183: A Dangerous Gift Darius’s POV The scar across my chest burned like it was fresh, an angry reminder of Veyron’s curse and everything it had cost. No matter how many times I tried to ignore it, the faint, unholy glow beneath my skin pulsed, as if mocking my every attempt to move on. I stood at the edge of the forest, staring into the abyss of trees that felt more alive than they should. The whispers I’d overheard from scouts and rogues spoke of a rising tide of chaos—cursed artifacts, rogue factions, and fractured packs teetering on the edge of anarchy. It was my duty to protect the packs, to ensure this madness didn’t consume what was left of our world. But the scar—it felt alive, like it held secrets waiting to claw their way to the surface. "Are you going to stare at the trees all night, or are you coming back to the fire?" Eva’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned, forcing a smirk. "Just thinking." "Thinking doesn’t suit you, Darius," she teased, but her

Chapter 185: The Challenge of Tradition Aria’s POV The fractured moon still loomed in the night sky, a constant reminder of the precarious balance we faced. Despite the ominous crack and the whispers of impending doom, I was determined to push forward. The council of pack leaders I had called together was finally making progress—or so I thought. We sat in a circular hall at the heart of Golden Claw’s new territory, the room alive with tension. Representatives from every faction were here, each bringing their grievances, hopes, and fears. My goal was simple: to forge a path of unity without the mate bond dictating our futures. But not everyone agreed. "You’ve doomed us all," snarled Damien, the leader of the Crimson Vale Pack. His eyes were fierce, his broad shoulders tense as he stood to address the room. "The mate bond was more than tradition—it was our foundation. Without it, we’re lost. We’re weaker, scattered." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. I clenched my fist

Chapter 187: Whispers of the Shadow Aria’s POV The first vision came as a whisper—a faint, haunting voice that pulled me from the edge of sleep. It wasn’t the Moon Goddess. Her presence, though distant now, was always warm and familiar. This… this was something else. I shot up in bed, my breath hitching as the remnants of the dream clung to me like a suffocating shroud. The air in my room felt heavy, thick with something unseen. I reached for the glass of water on my bedside table, but my hands trembled so much that the water sloshed over the edge. The voice echoed in my mind, the words indistinct but laced with power. “Aria.” My name was spoken with an intimacy that made my skin crawl. I forced myself to stand, the cool wood floor grounding me. “It’s just a dream,” I whispered to myself. “Nothing more.” But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. --- The next day, I tried to focus on the tasks at hand. Training sessions with the younger wolves, meetings with the council, and mediating

Chapter 189: Whispers of the Forgotten Temple Aria’s POV The wind carried a chill as we trekked deeper into the dense forest, the trees towering overhead like ancient sentinels. It had been Selena who first discovered the map—an aged scrap of parchment hidden within one of the relic books she'd been studying. The markings were crude but unmistakable: they led to a site that no werewolf had ventured to in centuries. The Temple of the Eclipse, it was called. A place whispered about in old tales, long believed to be a myth. The stories spoke of it as a sanctuary dedicated to the Moon Goddess’s rival—a force that had existed since the beginning of time, shrouded in shadow and hunger. Now, it seemed the myths were more real than anyone had imagined. Darius, Killian, and I moved cautiously, our senses heightened. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath, the usual chatter of birds and rustling leaves replaced by an oppressive silence. “Are you sure this is the right way?” Killian aske