All Chapters of Fated to the Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

63ISABELLAMy hands began to shake violently worried I would make this worse and make the hurt man explode like a tomato.The councilman’s desperate plea evaporated, his face contorting into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He stared down at me as if he were about to kill me right then and there. “You are making a terrible mistake,” the councilman warned, his voice dropping into a lethal tone.“If anything happens to my son because of your selfishness, I will personally ensure you are banished from this pack before the sun sets. You will be hunted like the stray dog you are.”Fear crawled violently through my chest, pinning me to the spot. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The memory of the trial, the cold chains, and the underlying hatred they all held for my magic flashed vividly behind my eyes.“If she doesn’t want to do it, you can’t force her.”The deep, commanding rumble of Rohan’s voice cut through the panic. He stepped in between us with a possessive stance.The counci

65ISABELLA“I think that’s enough training for today,” I said, my voice shaking as the chilly grey fog of the vision finally dissolved, leaving me back in the sunlit clearing. My palms were sweating, and my mother’s desperate warning about my dark side still echoed like a physical weight inside my skull.The Seer didn't argue. She just gave me a long, knowing look through her milky eyes, as if she could sense the phantom presence that had just disrupted the air. I practically scrambled to gather the thin leather spellbook, bidding her a hasty goodbye before rushing down the dirt path that led back to the territory.When I finally reached the estate, the sight of the packhouse stopped me dead in my tracks. The veranda was amazingly decorated. Overnight, the servants had transformed the stone pillars into a breathtaking sea of ivory silks, weaving cascading white orchids and silver vines around the railings. Delicate crystal lanterns hung from the roof, catching the afternoon light and

67ISABELLAI palmed my head, my fingers digging hard into my scalp as the heavy weight of the situation crushed down on me. "Three days," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Oh my god, three days. What are we going to do? Her father is already looking for an excuse to murder me. If she doesn’t show up to her own wedding..."Use the imposter spell.The sultry voice rattled again inside my skull. I stiffened recalling it was the same voice that encouraged me to say the spell. It was that exact same dark, whispering voice that had gotten me into this horrific mess in the first place, but desperation was a parasite, eating away at my logic.Making me believe that if it got me into this mess, maybe it would get me out of it."An imposter spell," I muttered out loud before I could stop myself.The Seer’s milky eyes narrowed, her hands freezing over her wooden table. She looked at me, her mind clearly working behind those blind eyes. "An imposter spell..." she repeated slowly. "It is not a ba

69ISABELLA“All right, pumpkin. You should rest.” He placed a kiss on my forehead and left my hand.I walked away from the balcony calmly, but the moment I was out of sight, I practically ran from Ravena’s father. My heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I hurried down the upper corridors. Without even thinking, my legs carried me down the familiar, narrow hallway toward the west wing. I reached for the brass doorknob when a voice stopped me."Ravena?"I gulped hard, my hand wrapping around the cold metal of the knob. Taking a breath, I turned, forcing my facial expression to remain unfazed.Rohan was standing a few feet away, a deep crease between his brows. He looked between me and the door I was about to open. "What are you doing? Why are you going into Isabella’s room?"A cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. My mind went entirely blank. I hadn't even realized which room I was heading toward."I was just... I came to get my wedding gift," I lied, my voic

71ISABELLAI stayed completely still, my tongue tied after what we had just done. Thinking straight felt impossible I could still feel the heat of Rohan’s mouth against mine, and his fingers were pressing firmly into the skin of my inner thigh. I was a second away from confessing, a second away from ruining everything, when he suddenly stiffened.He pulled back abruptly, his chest heaving as he stared at my face. The intense, heated fog in his eyes cleared, replaced by a sudden flash of remorse."Fuck," Rohan muttered, dropping his hands to his sides and stepping back toward the bar. He rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look me in the eye. "Ravena... look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."I stood frozen against the marble counter, feeling my pulse drum back to normal. He had called me Ravena. The realization washed over me like ice water—the spell was still intact.He’d only said my name by mistake"I promise I’ll make it up to you," Rohan continued, his voice softer n