Fated to Him, Drawn to You

MEGAN’S POVI sat at our usual table in the cafeteria, pushing peas around my plate, barely listening to Jemma as she excitedly mapped out our last year of high school.“MEGAN!” Jemma shouted. “Are you listening?”“I am, sounds great so far!”Her voice was a blur of enthusiasm. College applications, prom plans, summer adventures…yet I was worlds away, lost in my own thoughts. My eyes kept drifting across the room, stealing glances at Victor.He was sitting with his kind. Those mysterious, shadowed figures the school whispered about but dared not approach directly. The vampires. Their presence was a quiet, constant hum in the background of my days, but today, something felt different. The way Victor's gaze flicked across the room and settled briefly on me sent a strange shiver down my spine. Jemma’s voice faded into the background as I stared, mesmerized. I wondered what it would be like, what it was like to be one of them. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking these things. I knew I should

MEGAN’S POVThe next morning, I was standing by the door to the locker room, waiting for Jemma, when I saw Victor approaching. We’d talked in public before, rarely, but never like this….so I was caught off guard when he stopped in front of me.“I’ve been calling and texting all night, Meg,” he said, his voice tense. “What the fuck?” I told you I needed time,” I shot back, my voice sharp with frustration.”I didn’t think you meant all night… Jesus. You could’ve responded.”Just as I opened my mouth to reply, Emorie suddenly ran up to Victor, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a quick peck on his lips. Without missing a beat, he quickly looked at me…eyes unreadable. He didn’t pull away or say a word.That’s when Emorie turned to me, a sly smile curling her lips. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” she said sweetly. “Run along now, doggy. Your kind is over there.” Her words dripped with venom, like she was taunting me, poking at my pain.Something inside me snapped. My wolf, my tr

GABRIEL’S POVI stepped up to the building, my senses prickling with a strange, unsettling feeling. The air felt heavier than usual, thick with anticipation and something darker lurking just beneath the surface. The building’s exterior is a mix of ancient gothic and modern design, crafted from a dark, enchanted stone that shimmers with a hint of iridescence under moonlight. As I approached the entrance, a wide staircase, illuminated by lanterns that flicker as if alive, leads up to a grand set of double doors made of deep mahogany and reinforced with shimmering silver inlays. The doors bear the emblem of the Council. A serpent entwined with a vine, signifying unity among supernatural beings.Upon entering the hall, visitors are greeted by an expansive atrium with a high vaulted ceiling that seems to stretch into infinity. Glimmering chandeliers made of crystal and moonlight hang from above, casting soft, colorful light across the room. The floor is composed of polished obsidian tiles

JEMMA’S POV“Girl, tell me everything,” I exclaimed, jumping onto Megan’s bed with a bounce. The mattress creaked under my weight as I settled in, eager to hear her secrets.Megan giggled softly and lay back on her bed, her eyes closing as she let out a long, exhausted sigh. After a moment, she rolled onto her side, her face turned toward me, eyes still closed but her voice trembling slightly.“Jemma,” she whispered, “you can’t tell anyone.”I sat up straighter, my heart pounding. “Promise,” I said urgently, crossing my fingers for emphasis.She took a deep breath before continuing. She told me she’s been dating Victor for two years.My eyes widened. “But he has a girlfriend,” I pointed out, confused and a little angry. “Why would he do that?”Megan’s voice was quiet but serious. “It’s all for show, like, they were just pretending to be together or whatever. But now, their parents are trying to arrange their marriage.”I gasped, my mind racing.Megan nodded, her face tense. “No one re

MEGAN’S POVI took a deep breath, determined not to let Emorie and Victor’s presence spoil my day. I straightened up and gave Jemma a reassuring smile. “You good?” she asked softly.“Yeah, I’m okay,” I replied, trying to sound confident. I reached out and squeezed her hand gently. She smiled back, her eyes full of understanding.“Well, come on then, girl,” Jemma said cheerfully, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the water. “Let’s go for a dip!”Just as we headed toward the waves, she called out to Alec, “Aye, baby, can you watch our stuff for a minute? I can’t have Meg here feeling like a third wheel.” She grinned playfully, giving me a wink.Alec laughed “Sure thing” nodding back and settled nearby with our things as Jemma and I ran into the cool, inviting surf.As we stood there, letting the waves wash up to our feet, I couldn’t help but feel the cool water swirling around my ankles. The ocean was soothing, but my focus suddenly shifted as Victor’s eyes met mine. For a moment,