Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated Fairy Tales: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Jo’s POV I couldn’t get Shannen’s words out of my mind during training. Matthew and Jasper’s relationship has been strained since Charlotte’s death. I was there when Jasper and Charlotte first met. The mate bond may have brought them together, but they loved each other. He worshiped her, and she adored him. Their children are a piece of Charlotte. If anything, her death should have brought them closer together. I found Matthew sitting on the front steps of the Academy. I sat next to him and looked at what he was holding. It was a picture of him and Charlotte. He was young. “She was a beautiful woman. Inside and out.” I told him. “Even to this day, I think she was too good for your dad.” He didn’t look at me. “You knew her?” “She turned up here at Beta Academy a few months before Jasper left. He is older than me, so I got to spend time with her after he’d gone.” I put my arm around Matthew. “Jasper made me promise to look after her until I left. Not that he wanted her to sta

Ora’s POV I still couldn’t believe I was allowed to have a sleepover with Shannen. This has never happened before in my life. I was practically giddy when I knocked on her door. I know Aunt Jo is around here somewhere, and that the building is full of people. But once I am inside her room, I can forget about everyone, forget about everything. It will give me the illusion I am having an unsupervised sleepover. This is so exciting, and I feel like bursting on the inside. “What do you want to do?” Shannen asked me a bit too casually. Does she not know this is the first time I have ever had a sleepover? It needs to be epic. “Anything. Everything.” I told her. Then I worried that Aunt Jo would change her mind and come and get me. Shannen looks at me skeptically. “This is the first time I have ever been trusted to stay away from my aunts.” Shannen laughs at me now, understanding why I am so excited. “Growing up, my sister Goldie and I shared a bedroom. But my mom was horrible to us

Jo’s POV Carson is so stubborn. He knows my orders. He is still pursuing the fact that he thinks he’s my mate. Jupiter isn’t helping either. The pair of them are relentless. But no matter what, either of them believes. I still have a mission to complete. As I sit at the table trying to finish my breakfast, Carson keeps going on and on. He’s lucky I didn’t just punch him in the face. But that would take energy and right now I don’t have energy. I am running on fumes and caffeine. Which isn’t healthy. If Ora was to be getting in trouble. If Millicent was to attack. I wouldn't be able to protect her. I got up from the table and stomped up the stairs. As I walked to my suite, I could hear footsteps behind me. I know it’s Carson, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction of turning around. As I walk along a corridor, he gently places a hand on my shoulder. “Come with me,” Carson says. I followed him into his large bedroom. He holds out a towel and instructs me to shower. “I can s

Benson’s POV I had heard talk that Dad had become unapproachable. Snapping at anyone who enters his study. The rumor is that the stress was getting to him. I felt useless myself, throwing myself into my training. Punching things helped relieve some of the anger I had bottled up. The day I broke a finger, my dad called me into his study. I was taping up my finger when I walked inside. The place stank. Not even bothering to knock, “Anything?” I barked as soon as I entered his office. It would be the first time I saw him in a week. He looked terrible. He had bags under his eyes and appeared to be growing a beard. His clothes were baggy, and his hair was a mess. “The trackers are struggling. The hunters keep going into human cities. Places where wolves can’t follow.” He tells me before picking up his chair and throwing it out of the window. I know how he feels. I picked up my chair and prepared to follow suit. When his phone rang, It’s an ancient landline phone that has always been t

Benson’s POV During the first few months at Alpha Academy, I didn’t feel like myself. I go to classes. I attend training. But I am simply going through the motions. I’m not good at anything, and I’m constantly feeling down. I feel like an empty shell of who I used to be. I cry myself to sleep most nights, thinking about Rhea. I can’t accept the fact my sister is out there, being held against her will. Eventually, Phillipe got sick of me being miserable and suggested that we go off and search for Rhea on our own. I considered it at first. But she could be anywhere. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, as she could be anywhere in the country. Survival training is the worst, as we do have the opportunity to go. It’s a struggle, but we stay and hope for news. Occasionally, I am called to Principal Sinker’s office and informed of developments. Those are the days that lift my spirits and pull me out of my slump. I connect with my classmates during that time; I fight