All Chapters of Fated To Hate You: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELARAAlex slid over a milkshake towards the table, staring at me with a smile. “You look like you’ve been frustrated for the past few days.”“Weeks,” I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening around my pen. “There’s nothing the council hasn’t done to call me to a meeting or whatsoever. I literally wake up to guards every morning.”“Your family is the only one I’ve seen that dares to reject the call of the council. Beta Smith is going crazy,” he muttered.Kris walked towards us. “What about my father?” “The marriage proposal. He’s trying to make it work,” I sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know why they don’t get that it’s not a good idea. Alistair and I are literally going to be found in a pool of blood.”“But you and he haven’t been at loggerheads recently,” Kris said.“Shh,” Alex glanced at her. “If you say that, you are going to cause trouble. It’s bad luck.”He looked at me. “Are you guys in a truce?”“Truce, my foot,” I scoffed. “As if I would ever agree to do something reasonable wi

ELARA“Luna Maya sent this cake to you,” I muttered, running the knife down the cake. I moved the big chunk onto my plate before picking up a fork.“She did? This cake?” Mom raised her brow.“Hmm,” I nodded twice as I let the cake melt on my tongue. Okay, fine. I admit I didn’t want to be close with the Rouxs, but I would never—and I meant never in this life — turn down a good cake. “Do you really think she sent this cake? Maya doesn’t bake properly,” Mom said, staring at me with an incredulous smile.“Well, she did bake this one so well,” I shrugged.“Maybe, because she wasn’t the one who baked it. Maya sent me a picture of the cake she sent, because she was so excited, and this,” her eyes dropped to the cake, “is the exact opposite.”My eyes narrowed as I sat up. “What do you mean?”“I think Alistair changed the cake. He knew how much you loved cake so he probably trashed that and got you something better. If his mother finds out, that’d be dangerous so I believe you shouldn’t let

ELARA I pulled off my headphones, staring at the number of people that filled the training center of the pack house. Everyone seemed to be serious about the training. In the past, you’d never count up to fifty people. “Elara!” Kris’s voice sounded from the crowd and I pivoted, recognizing her immediately. “Just coming?” She hung her hand over my neck. “Yeah. Honestly, you guys forced me here. Saturdays are for sleeping,” I sighed. “Saturdays are for housechores at my home, girl. I really envy your soft lifestyle,” she shook her head, clicking her tongue. I gave her a side eye, before chuckling. “Don’t tell me you left all the chores undone.” “I’ve been helping dad set up this place with the guards and trainers, so I have an excuse,” she shrugged, “and witnesses.” “Ohhh, cool,” I gave her my knuckle and she chopped it before we walked into the designated grounds for the students. “It’s not really serious training. Just so if anything comes up, anyone can have the basi

ELARA“Good,” Alistair turned, walking away. That was what I wanted, wasn’t it? For him to leave and never return. For him to stop looking at me like I was a problem to solve, for him to stop stepping into my life every single time. So why…why did it feel so irritating watching him leave? My jaw tightened as he reached the door. I shouldn’t be here, I took a step backward.I shouldn’t be here watching him leave like I was supposed to be guilty. Him stepping in and getting injured was not my problem, not my concern, and definitely not my fault. This whole thing was stupid. I took another step backwards and this time, my heel landed on nothing. For one horrifying second, my stomach dropped. The world tilted beneath me as my whole body dropped into the water.My eyes flew open, bubbles escaping from my lips as panic shot through me. The moment I tried to dive, pain exploded through my ankle, transmitting shock waves rapidly through me.Oh, shit. My ankle…The abandoned pool wasn't de

ELARAI was fine.My ankle was elevated, my book was open, my glasses were on and I was completely, entirely fine.My eyes went through the same paragraph for the sixth time and somehow, I still didn’t understand what I’d just read.I wanted to simply focus on the only thing I was willing to talk about so why on earth did Alistair’s face keep on appearing in my head?The twisted look on his face when he spoke.‘I would always be the problem to you, every damn time.’Of course, he was the problem. If he hadn’t returned—‘Stop putting yourself in positions where I have to choose between watching you or stopping it.’And he had watched for less than a minute before he rushed back into the pool. My chest tightened and I gulped, hitting my hand on it. Don’t think about it, Elara.Three seconds, maybe more. I had counted, or maybe I hadn’t. Maybe my brain just subconsciously took note of how still he was before he moved. Either way, he’d kept his promise and stood there. And I…didn’t know