All Chapters of Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amara’s POVThe world outside the car blurred as the tires creaked against the uneven road. Trees whipped past, their dark silhouettes a stark contrast against the pale glow of the moon. My fingers twisted into the thin fabric of my dress as I fought the urge to cry.This was it.The ride out of Blue Moon felt surreal, like I was suspended between two nightmares. I couldn’t decide which was worse, being under Alpha Derrick’s control or being traded off like cattle to Alpha Magnus.I clenched my fists tighter and lowered my head, murmuring a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess. “Please,” I begged. “Let this be the beginning of something better. Let me survive.”But survival wasn’t a guarantee.The car came to a jerking halt, nearly sending me tumbling from my seat. My heart leaped into my throat as the driver climbed down and threw the door open. “We’re here,” he grunted.I hesitated, my legs feeling like lead. The towering gates of the mansion loomed ahead, their iron bars twisted into

Amara’s POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, and for the first time in years, I felt… warm. Safe wasn’t the word, not entirely but something about the night before, sleeping in a bed instead of the cold, hard ground, had given me the tiniest semblance of comfort. Here, there were no biting winds, no harsh commands, no chains. It was temporary, I knew that, but for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to pretend.I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of the blanket before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet sank into the plush rug, another luxury I hadn’t known in years. I closed my eyes, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside me. How long could this fragile peace last?The kitchen was eerily quiet as I moved about, gathering ingredients to prepare breakfast. Cooking had always been my solace, the one thing that grounded me amidst chaos. The smell of sizzling eggs filled the room, a small smile tugging at my lips as I st

Kael's POVI felt weighed down and suffocated by darkness. Every breath felt like dragging knives through my lungs, and my chest burned. Like echoes in a cavern, faint murmurs tempted my ears, far away and distorted. A warm, flowery scent—Amara—pierced the mist. It held on to me and dragged me up to the surface.Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked against the faint light. Her face, the wooden beams above, and the dim crackle of a fire in the corner came into sharp focus. With her hands firmly clutched in her lap, Amara sat next to me. Her eyes were rimmed in red as if she had been crying for hours, and her hair was unkempt. Her face was dancing in the fire's glow, highlighting the tiny bruise on her face."Amara?" My voice was raspy, barely audible.Her head snapped up, and relief washed across her expression. "Kael! "You're awake," she said softly, her voice shaking.The way she pronounced my name caused an ache in my chest, not from anguish, but from something deeper, something I w

Amara stood at the edge of the forest. Her heart raced like crazy, and she struggled to catch her breath. She glanced back at the mansion. It was just a dark shape among the trees. For a moment, she thought about running back and hiding in her room. She wanted to pretend none of this was happening. But she couldn't. Not after what she'd seen and heard.The air was thick with the smell of pine and wet earth. An owl hooted in the distance. The night was super quiet, except for the leaves rustling in the cold wind.Kael's voice echoed in her mind. You're not safe here, Amara. Not with him watching. He didn't say more, leaving her with more questions. Who was watching? Why?In her pocket, she held onto a crumpled note from Kael. It said, Meet me at the old well. Midnight. She'd heard stories about the well but never dared to go there. It was supposed to be scary.When the clock struck twelve, Amara forced herself to move. Each step felt heavy. The forest seemed alive, shadows shifting aro

KAEL POVThe air was heavy with tension, thick as the mist curling around the dense forest outside. Amara’s breath caught as she stumbled back, her pulse hammering in her ears. The words Kael had spoken—words that seemed impossible, yet undeniable—echoed in her mind.“You knew all along?” she whispered, her voice trembling like a brittle branch about to snap. Her wide, tear-brimmed eyes locked onto his, searching for any trace of deception. “You knew who I was?”Kael’s jaw clenched, the muscles ticking with unspoken anguish. He stepped forward, his movements deliberate but hesitant, as though afraid one wrong step would shatter the fragile connection between them. The dim light of the cabin flickered, casting shadows that danced like specters across his face.“Amara, I didn’t know everything,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “But I suspected. From the moment I saw you… there was something. Something familiar, something I couldn’t ignore. But I didn’t want to believe it.”Her