All Chapters of fate betrayal : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51: The Price of FreedomAria’s POVThe memories of the fight with the rogues were still fresh in my memory when I woke up in a cold sweat. I was shaken by the thought of Darius lunging for the orb, the woodland exploding in pandemonium, and the weird, unnatural light. My heart felt heavier than ever, and my body hurt.After the explosion, Killian had taken me back to safety. I had no physical wounds, according to the pack healer, but I couldn't get rid of the sensation that something basic had changed inside of me.I kept thinking about the Moon Goddess's caution: Love is insufficient to rescue you. Making the incorrect decision will result in disaster.I wasn't sure whether my mate connection with Darius was a good or a bad thing for the first time since my rebirth.---I was sitting across from Killian, covered in a blanket, while the fire crackled quietly in the corner of his study. He had insisted on keeping an eye on me, and every day he became more and more protective.

Chapter 53: Threads of DeceptionDarius’s POVTonight, the council chamber's walls seemed oppressive. Long shadows danced about the room like specters with each flicker of the candles. My greatest strength had always been my pack, but I couldn't get rid of the sensation that it was slipping out of my grasp.The impact of Veyron was greater than I had anticipated.With my fingertips tapping the table's glossy wood, I reclined in my chair. Before me was a pile of reports, each one more damning than the previous. Our arsenal was devoid of supplies, guns, and medicine. Additionally, the movements of certain pack members who had just returned from "scouting missions" corresponded with each disappearance.The most recent report came from Marcus, one of my trusty enforcers. Deep in the forest, he had discovered a secret supply stockpile that smelled like rogues. But I was more worried about the sliver of a recognizable face than I was about the supplies.One of mine.---"Alpha?"Marcus was

Chapter 55: Shadows at the CouncilVeyron's POVThe pack council chambers were alive with tension, their power dynamics shifting with every hushed conversation and pointed glare. I moved unseen among them, a phantom in the shadows, my ears attuned to their schemes and alliances. They thought themselves untouchable here, surrounded by guards and tradition. Fools.They had no idea the danger had already slipped past their defenses.Tonight would mark the first strike in my final game—a game that had been years in the making.And Aria was the key.---The council had convened to address the escalating rogue attacks, an ironic twist given that I controlled most of those "random" strikes. It was easy to sow chaos among wolves who already distrusted each other. All it took was a well-placed attack here, a few whispers there, and their fragile alliances began to crumble.But tonight wasn’t about them. Tonight was about her.I lingered near the balcony overlooking the grand hall. Below me, th

Chapter 57: Fractured LoyaltiesEva’s POVIt was the most oppressive tension I had ever experienced in the vast hall of the Moonshine Pack. Around me, conversations were humming, but I was only focused on Aria. She stood close to the glass, peering out into space as if she were looking for something beyond the boundaries of the pack.That expression seemed familiar to me. It was more than simply uncertainty; it was the burden of an unsaid force that, if she let it, might bring her to her knees.With deliberate steps, I moved silently across the room. The wolves around me were too preoccupied with their own rumors of alliances, treachery, and renegade assaults to notice.I spoke quietly as I got to her. "You haven't been around me."Aria's shoulders tensed as she flinched, then she looked at me. Despite her deliberate lack of emotion, I could see the glimmer of shame in her eyes. "I haven't been trying to avoid you."I arched an eyebrow. "You're not good at lying, Aria."---For a seco

Chapter 59: Bound by Shadows Aria’s POV In the middle of the stone altar, pulsing with an unearthly force, lay the cursed relic. Its dark, unsettling light glistened on its surface as if it were alive and breathing its evil. In order to find this abandoned temple tucked away in the woods, I had spent hours poring over old writings. It was the secret to revealing Veyron's plans, my mate ties, and my demise. However, I was overcome with horror as I stood there, gazing at the thing that had plagued my nightmares. I reached a shaking palm toward my racing heart. It was a magnetic draw, like if the artifact knew who I was and was calling me in. There was a voice in my head telling me to stop, but the need was too powerful. My body ached like a lightning bolt the instant my fingertips touched the chilly surface. --- Fire flared in my veins and I stumbled back, holding my chest. The force of the relic rushed through me, shredding my memories, my thoughts, and my very being. Frag