All Chapters of Bound by Fate: The Plus-Sized Fated Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: AneiraDrip… drip… drip… water dripped from the leaking roof onto my makeshift bed. I groaned as I rolled on to my side, hoping to avoid the water droplets. It was still dark out and I dreaded the morning, but anything was better than this misery. Whenever the rains came, people like me suffered.I didn’t even have a blanket and I was forced to endure the harsh cold. Winter was a nightmare. I pushed myself off the bed and shuffled toward the barely lit fire. The moment my eyes landed on the wood pile, my stomach sank. Empty.“Damn it,” I muttered. I had hoped the stash would last me until at least I got paid. I was too weak to chop up the wood myself and too poor to afford to get any from the woodcutters. I was miserable. I was born a hybrid, part witch, part wolf. In this part of the world, it means I got nothing. Yeah, the supreme goddess had a cruel sense of humor. No wolf, no magical powers, just black messy curls with silver strands, and the thickest thighs you’d fi

Chapter 3: AneiraMorning came too quickly.Pale gray light seeped through the cracks in the shack walls while rain tapped softly against the roof above me. For a long moment, I stayed curled beneath my thin blanket, staring up at the ceiling as cold water dripped steadily into the metal bucket near the firepit.Drip.Drip.Drip.Usually, the sound annoyed me.Today, it felt strangely final.I exhaled slowly before forcing myself upright. The shack was freezing, my breath faintly visible in the dim morning air as I pulled on my thick leggings and oversized sweater. The cold clung stubbornly to my skin no matter how close I stood to the weak fire.Everything I owned fit neatly into one small satchel resting beside the bed.Pathetic.My fingers brushed the ruby at my throat instinctively, lingering there for a brief moment before I pushed the thought away and began getting ready.I twisted my curls into a messy bun before slipping my feet into my worn boots and grabbing the satchel from

Chapter 5: KaleBy the time I reached my office, the rain had worsened.Water struck the tall windows in steady waves while distant thunder rolled somewhere beyond the mountains surrounding Ashfang. The estate halls had grown quieter now, most servants retreating deeper into the lower levels while warriors rotated shifts along the outer walls before nightfall.Winter always made the pack restless.And restless wolves caused problems.Cassian dropped a stack of reports onto my desk before taking the chair across from me without invitation.“The southern hunting parties have sent over a thousand reports,” he said.I barely looked up from the parchment already in my hands. “About what this time?”“Food distribution.”A tired exhale left me.“The eastern families think the hunters are keeping larger shares for themselves.” Cassian leaned back in his chair lazily. “The hunters think the eastern families complain too much.”“The eastern families do complain too much.”“Yes, but unfortunatel

Chapter 7: AneiraDawn crept in before exhaustion had fully left me. Not because I had rested enough for it to matter, but because the estate moved on regardless of who was tired. Servants were expected to wake before the sun and Ashfang did not slow itself for anyone struggling to keep pace.I lay still for a moment beneath the thin blanket, staring at the ceiling as yesterday’s memory replayed itself with irritating clarity.“You ask a lot of questions.”The Alpha’s voice had not been raised. It had not needed to be.I pressed my hands over my face.“Of all the things you could have done,” I muttered into my palms, “you chose that.”Somewhere outside, the estate had already begun to wake. Footsteps echoed faintly through the corridors beyond my door, the distant rhythm of work beginning again as though nothing strange had happened in the halls the night before.Nothing strange happened. Except for me.I sat up slowly and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, immediately noticing

Chapter 9: KaleThe full moon always changed Ashfang.Not visibly at first. The estate remained standing exactly as it always had, carved from dark mountain stone and lit by fire lanterns that burned along the walls after sunset. The towers still overlooked the cliffs. Guards still rotated through the gates. Servants still moved through corridors.But beneath all of it, something shifted.The wolves felt it long before the moon fully rose.I felt it before dawn.The pull settled beneath my skin like a pressure building beneath stone. Every sense sharpened alongside it. Scents carried farther through the estate halls. Heartbeats became easier to hear. Aggression sat too close to the surface in every wolf beneath my command.Ashfang grew restless under full moons.Tonight was no different.A servant stumbled near the lower kitchens as I passed, his eyes flashing gold for half a second before he forced them back to normal. Somewhere deeper within the estate, a growl rolled through stone