Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara) novel Chapter 130

Colin's POV

“...That’s what a fated mate is.”

I murmur to myself.

“What?” Aidan sits slumped against the wall, frustrated and dejected, shooting me a bitter look. “There you go again, saying weird stuff, Professor.”

The three of us—Aidan, Ryan, and I—wait outside Cara’s house, careful not to reenter her room and risk making her angrier.

Frankly, I understand perfectly why she’s mad. We shouldn’t have interrupted her weekend—or, more accurately, their weekend.

“It’s nothing,” I say. “Just something I remembered from an academic paper I read back in school.”

“Just talk about it, man,” Ryan groans. “Anything to break this mood. I feel like crap right now.”

Our family is known for its talents, and my memory is sharp enough to perfectly recall that article I’d stumbled upon years ago. Slowly, I begin reciting it to them, the words clear in my mind.

*

Werewolves are creatures forever in search of their mates.

It’s both instinct and yearning, embedded in our very nature.

In response to this, the Moon Goddess blessed us with the sacred bond that allows each werewolf to find their destined mate.

Among these bonds, the rarest and deepest is the fated mate.

They are born for one another. Unlike ordinary mates, whose connection vanishes if rejected, a fated mate bond cannot be severed so easily. Even if they reject each other, the lingering bond—and destiny—will repeatedly pull them back together.

The Goddess watches every pair of fated mates, guiding their paths with unyielding persistence.

This is the meaning of a fated mate.

*

“This isn’t just about Cara,” I explain, “it’s about every werewolf, including us.”

I think for a moment, then turn to Ryan. “By the way, didn’t Cara ask you to watch Ethan? If you’re here, where is he? ”

Ryan shrugs. “I gave him some tough assignments to work on. That little guy’s so excited, he won’t come out until he’s done.”

But Aidan, clearly too worked up, refuses to let it go. “Why are you two so calm? How can the Goddess tie Cara to someone like him? Even if they were fated mates! It’s insane, it’s—”

“Alaric’s just like that man. Him.” Aidan’s voice drops, trembling with anger. “That work-obsessed bastard. Our father. The one who betrayed our mother. He’s exactly the same!”

The room falls into a heavy silence at Aidan’s words.

…Our father. That man.

Suddenly, the door swings open.

Alaric appears, his expression shadowed by guilt. His head is bowed low, his lips pressed into a hard line, and his clothes are already back in place.

Aidan glares at him, his eyes blazing, but says nothing. Alaric only lowers his head further, almost as if in surrender.