บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Kael’s POVThe night felt heavy, still. My heart was the only drum beating. I slipped through the woods, straying over the border, ignoring the stink markers that screamed, 'Danger!' Didn't belong there, but I didn't give a damn.Magnus came out on top.His taunts looped in my head, a nasty soundtrack of doubt and shame.You're never going to be strong enough to keep her safe.You're nothing.She'll fall apart, just like your mom did.I squeezed my hands into fists so hard my nails bit into my skin. I had spent years trying to show him up, but I now saw the truth plain as day—no matter what I did, he would always stay one step ahead. He just knew how to get under my skin, how to make things hurt so bad I couldn’t catch my breath.And I just let it happen.I stumbled forward, gasping for air.I couldn’t let it end this way.I just wouldn’t.That’s why I was here, in this forsaken place.The ruins rose up ahead, broken stone walls covered in nasty vines. Nobody ever visits. Not because

Kael’s POVIts morning, the air bit with a chill as I stood on the training grounds. It smelled of damp earth mixed with the metallic tang of iron. I balled my hands into fists so tight that my fingernails sunk into my skin. All around, the Blackthorn warriors were like wolves about to feed, watching and wanting to see blood. Magnus had made sure they were up for it.Amara stood next to me, still as a stone. Her face was a mask, but I felt the tension radiating from her shoulders. She knew this whole thing was just a setup – I did too. But we couldn't back down. We had to go along with Magnus’s messed-up game.He was standing on a raised platform, looking down on us. His arms were crossed, and he wore this cocky grin that always got under my skin. Today, we will see what you are made of he announced, his voice echoing across the grounds.Immediately, a huge warrior came forward. You could tell he'd been through a lot by the number of scars he had. He cracked his knuckles and sneered a

Kael's POVSun was slightly up when I found myself at the training grounds. The morning was cold, and the wind was sharp. Last night was replaying in my head like a bad dream – Magnus's threats, Amara's hurt, the blood on my hands – I couldn't shake it off.My hands were in tight fists. I was breathing hard, trying to keep my anger down. I had to stay calm, or Magnus would get what he wanted. He wanted me to fall apart, to give in to his games.But I wasn't going to let that happen.Then I saw him through the fog – Magnus. He walked like he owned the place, with that smirk he always wore, like he knew what I was thinking. Some fighters were behind him, looking cold and serious. They weren't there to train; they were there to scare me.Up early, Magnus said, stopping close to me. Trying to show off?I didn't say anything. My jaw was tight as I looked him in the eyes.Magnus chuckled and shook his head. You really think you're untouchable? That you can do whatever you want without somet

Kael's POVEverything blurred. Magnus had his hand on Amara’s throat, squeezing. She gasped for air. The sweaty, bloody smell was strong. The ground was rough and cold under me. My heart went wild , but I stayed put, trying to think straight.Pick, Magnus said, sounding calm, like he knew what I’d do. Like I was just a piece in his game.Amara looked right at me, hard and clear. She didn’t beg or cry. But her eyes screamed: Don’t do it.I squeezed my hands, shaking with anger. I wanted to charge, tear Magnus apart, end this mess. But I knew he wasn’t bluffing. If I fought, he’d hurt her in ways I couldn't even imagine.He wanted to break me, to make me break myself.I took a deep breath. Let her go.Magnus smirked. So, what’s your answer?I tried to keep my voice steady. You want me gone, I said, picking each word carefully. But come on, Magnus. You want to control me.”His smirk faded a little.I kept going. If I leave, what’s stopping me from coming back? What if I Come back stronge

Kael's POVThe night felt thick, like you could cut it with a knife. I felt the weight of what was coming pressing down. The torches around the yard flickered, throwing weird shadows on the stones. It felt like we were on a battlefield right before the fight started. I knew Magnus wouldn't let things slide after what went down in the throne room, not after I stood up to him.And now Amara was stuck in the middle of it.The sound of boots echoed as warriors moved into position, building a wall between me and whatever evil idea Magnus had cooked up. I was wound up tight, my body ready for the fight. But I didn't want to act without thinking. I couldn't mess this up.Then I heard it—a voice, smooth and slick like a knife.Kael.I turned and saw Magnus standing at the yard entrance, his dark cloak swirling around him. I couldn't read his face, but his eyes held a spark of fun, of challenge. He loved moments like these, where he could mess with his enemies like a cat playing with a mouse.