Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 100

**Healing Slowly But Surely**
By R. Joseph

**Chapter 100**

In a dimly lit corner of the Shadowbane villa, Agnes turned to Magnus, her gaze filled with a mix of hope and desperation. The weight of her request hung heavily in the air, as if the very walls were listening.

“If Sister-in-law forgives me,” she ventured, her voice a fragile whisper, “will you… case your claws this once?”

The stakes were high; she had clawed her way into the entertainment industry, and the thought of her dreams withering away before they even had a chance to blossom was unbearable.

Magnus, however, remained an unyielding figure, his expression as cold and indifferent as the winter night outside. To him, severing her access to resources had never been a personal vendetta. It was merely a pragmatic decision—a necessary measure to ensure that no one could exploit his name or, even worse, invoke the title of his future mate to stir up chaos.

Why waste breath on explanations?

In the world of wolves, actions spoke volumes, far louder than any words could convey. Once the line was drawn, everyone would understand the gravity of the transgression.

And truthfully, this was already an act of mercy—one he was willing to extend solely because of Giovanna.

If Agnes were privy to this insight, she would surely cry out in indignation.

For years, she had held a deep admiration for Magnus, fully aware of the ruthless reputation that accompanied the Shadowbane Alpha. Yet her courage had always felt minuscule in comparison. The only time she had ever acted out of impulse was when she had heard whispers of the grand birthday banquet that sent ripples through the upper echelons of the packs across the continent.

In a moment of reckless fervor, she had attempted to leverage the rumor of a childhood betrothal to scare off the woman standing beside him.

But she hadn’t even managed three sentences before Magnus had shut her down so thoroughly that her wolf had instinctively curled up in fear, retreating into the shadows of her mind.

In public, she was always careful—too careful, in fact, to even acknowledge that she knew Magnus Sanchez.

Finally, Magnus broke the silence, his voice steady and cool, like the calm before a storm.

“The resources you lost were a punishment. They won’t be restored. But if you complete the task that Sister-in-law sets for you, I will grant you something else in return.”

Instantly, Agnes’s gloomy demeanor transformed. Her face brightened, and her ears perked up like those of an eager pup.

“I can do it!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “I’ll complete it, I swear!”

Her gaze darted toward Aysel Vale, eyes sparkling with determination, as if she were a young wolf awaiting orders from the Luna herself.

Aysel, for her part, didn’t harbor any particular dislike for Agnes.

During their initial meeting, the girl had exuded pride, yes, but she hadn’t resorted to insults or gone wild with rage. Instead, she had behaved more like a spoiled wolf pup, lashing out from a place of insecurity.

And her tears… Aysel couldn’t deny that they had been quite pitiful.

At least this time, the girl’s attitude was genuinely sincere.

“Since you’re trained by Master Giovanna,” Aysel inquired, her tone curious, “how come I’ve never heard of you before?”

Agnes scratched her cheek, a blush creeping across her face.

“My aunt said that because we’re related by blood, she can provide me with private guidance… but making me her publicly acknowledged disciple would tarnish her reputation.”

In truth, Giovanna had been adamant about not allowing Agnes to use her name—just as she had been about keeping Agnes from leveraging Magnus’s name.

Partly due to talent.

Partly due to fairness.

Agnes’s training and examinations had always been conducted under the radar; almost no one was aware of their connection.

Aysel found this situation to be quite pleasing.

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