LOGINShe walked away from fate. Now fate refuses to let her go. “I’m not doing the ceremony, Tristan. I’m not accepting this bond.” He went still. Voice cold, almost hollow. “You’re the only person I’d burn the fucking world for—and you’re still running.” — Eleanor never believed in fated mates. How could she? Not after her father left her mother and abandoned them—even though they were bound by the mate bond. Not after her first love, Tristan, shattered her heart and married someone else. Not even when her own mate left her and their daughter to chase his “true bond.” Now a single mother hardened by betrayal, Eleanor returns to the Nightshade Pack to rebuild her life—but finds that Tristan is now Alpha… and her fated mate. Tristan has his own scars. The guilt of losing his wife. The pain of pushing Eleanor away. The weight of duty that never stops pressing on his shoulders. He doesn’t trust the bond either. But the pull between them is fierce, primal, impossible to ignore. Eleanor wants a choice. Tristan wants redemption. Fate wants blood, sweat, and surrender. And when old wounds reopen and past secrets rise, they’ll have to decide: accept the bond—or let it consume them.
View MoreTRISTANI’d had enough.It had been days, weeks, of this suffocating silence between us. The tension was unbearable, and I was losing patience. I tried to be understanding, tried to give her the space she needed, but I was done pretending that nothing was happening between us. I couldn’t keep doing this.I saw her slip out of the pack meeting, her head down, trying to disappear into the shadows. I knew her routine. I always knew where she was.I pushed through the crowd, moving quickly, determined to stop her before she could escape. I grabbed her arm gently, pulling her aside.“Eleanor,” I said, my voice low, but sharp. “Don't even think about running .”Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull away, to resist. But she didn’t. Instead, she took a deep breath and looked at me with those eyes. Eyes that used to hold warmth, affection. Now? Now, they were distant. Cold.“What the hell do you want now?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “There’s nothing l
ELEANOR“Did you hear? They say Alpha Tristan has already found his mate,” a voice whispers just behind me.I force myself not to react, though it’s impossible to ignore the murmur of gossip that surrounds me. I try to keep my eyes on the ground, pretending I haven’t heard the words. But my pulse quickens with each whispered sentence.“I heard she’s already been marked. He’s just trying to keep it quiet.” Another voice joins in, low and laced with gossip, like it’s all just one big secret waiting to be spilled.“Maybe it’s Lila?” someone else offers, their tone filled with curiosity. “They’ve been spending so much time together lately. Plus, she’s—” The voice lowers, “—she’s a firebrand, you know? She's exactly what the Alpha needs.”I feel the weight of their eyes on me, but I don’t look up. They think I don’t notice, but I do. I know they’re talking about me. About Lila. About Tristan. And every word cuts a little deeper than the last.Another voice chimes in, more skeptical. “But..
MAURICEThe days following my conversation with Tristan were tense. Every time I saw him, he seemed more withdrawn. It wasn’t just his mood; it was his entire demeanor. He was distant, almost distracted. There was a wariness in his eyes that wasn’t there before, as if he was carrying a burden he didn’t want to share.I decided to observe him more closely. It was clear that something was eating at him, but he wasn’t going to open up anytime soon. What struck me the most, though, was how he reacted every time Eleanor entered a room. His eyes would flicker toward her, just a brief glance, but it was always longer than necessary. And there was a softness in his gaze that I’d never seen before.At first, I thought I was just imagining it—maybe I was reading too much into things. But the more I watched, the more I realized it wasn’t a coincidence. Tristan’s control, his usual ability to keep his emotions in check, was slipping when it came to Eleanor. There was a tension there, something un
MAURICE“So,” I began casually, leaning back in my chair and taking a sip of my drink. “You excited for the mate-picking ceremony?”Tristan’s body stiffened the moment I said it. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened. I could see the muscles in his arm flex as his fingers twitched, like he was fighting the urge to grab something—anything—to release the tension in his body.He didn’t respond immediately. I waited, watching him carefully, knowing he was trying to figure out how to avoid the question. But I wasn’t going to let it slide.Tristan wasn’t the type to let things go unspoken. But today, there was something different about him. Something… off. The usual confidence he exuded was absent, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that seemed to linger around him like a dark cloud.We’d been training together for years, and I knew him better than anyone. When you spend that much time with someone, you can read them like an open book. So, when I saw Tristan sitting across from me, his pos
BEATRICEIdiotic boy.Whispers had already started.The council members hadn’t wasted a moment before spreading Cedric’s little outburst like wildfire, each retelling growing more exaggerated than the last.“Unstable." "Emotional." "Unfit." I could almost hear them sharpening their knives.And all
TRISTAN"You’re doing that thing again," I said, watching Eleanor’s hands as she twisted the hem of her sweater.She blinked, glancing down, then looked back at me with a small, almost embarrassed smile. "What thing?""The thing where you look like you’re about to bolt."I tried to keep my tone lig
AURORAHe was slipping.I felt it in the way the walls shook when Cedric slammed another door.When I found him in the war room, he was hunched over maps he hadn’t looked at in days, bottle in hand, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. The scent of his rage was stifling—old liquor, sweat, and something dark
ELEANOR"So, what did you learn in school today, little moon?" Mom asked, brushing out Kate’s curls with gentle fingers.Kate beamed, her legs kicking as she sat between us on the couch. "We learned to draw shapes and spell our names! Miss Ava said I write my K funny but I still got star.""Of cour






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