THE MATE I NEVER KNEW: TIED BY FATE AND FUR

‎ SMACK!‎The crack of the slap was followed by a long deafening silence.‎I looked at Cole, and the betrayal I felt was evident on my face. The ache in my heart could not compare to the sting I felt on my palm. I couldn't believe what I just witnessed.‎"Jeremy, have you gone nuts? How dare you slap me"? Cole asked, the imprint from the slap contrasting with his pale skin.‎My eyes turned glossy with tears, as I smiled bitterly. "We've been together for five years Cole, five! And yet you're cheating on me".‎If someone had told me that my boyfriend Cole, whom I had been dating for five years, was cheating on me, I would have laughed them off and called them crazy. But now I think I could call myself the crazy one for not noticing the signs earlier.‎Cole and I met five years ago at a cafe where I worked. It was love at first sight for me; his attractive appearance was the first thing I noticed. He had pale skin and green eyes. It was the first time I had seen him. I later discovered

"Mom? What are you doing here? I stood in front of the open door staring at my mother. I wasn't expecting her here, she looked the same as the last time I saw her just slightly older and strands of grey hair were now visible on her hair and more wrinkles were now visible on her face and she looked tired."Can I come in?" My mom asked with a tired smile on her face. I was hesitant, what did she want? Why was she here? Her presence here made me feel slightly uneasy but I couldn't let her keep standing there so I stepped back to the side, signaling for her to come in. When she came inside, I shut the door behind me then turned to face her. I watched my mom she was looking around the apartment curiously trying to take everything in."Mom?" I called out taking a step towards her I honestly do not know how I should feel about her presence in my apartment especially after not seeing her for six yearsShe turned around looking at me with a smile on her face "I've missed you so much Jeremy" sh

I woke up cold and aching all over. At some point last night, I must have passed out on the tiled floor. My head throbbed as the memories of yesterday came flooding back. I still couldn’t believe it, my parents had sold me out. Sometimes, the way they treated me made me wonder if I was even their biological child.Groaning, I pushed myself upright, my muscles stiff from the hard floor. For some reason, the room felt foreign, even though I’d lived in this house for a few years now. My mother’s harsh words still echoed in my mind, I still couldn't believe that she would go along with my fathers plan to sell me out. I rubbed my face, trying to shake off the thoughts, but the ache in my chest was deeper than the physical pain.Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed water on my face and stared at my reflection. My eyes were red-rimmed, hollow. I looked like someone who had aged overnight. Is this what they want? To break me until I stop fighting?I shuffled back into my room, but befo

Damien's POV I watched as Jeremy stepped out of the café just as the lights went out inside. The night air caught the loose strands of his hair, brushing them across his face. He looked tired and his shoulders were slumped.I watched from the car across the street, keeping the engine idling at a low level. Six years, I thought. It's been six years since that day.'He looks thinner,' Kael growled in my head, his tone was raw and possessive. 'You're just going to sit here again? Watching him like some coward? Go to him, Damien.'"Not yet," I muttered under my breath.Kael snarled. 'Not yet? You've been saying that for years. He's right there Damien, our mate. Do you even feel the bond anymore, or have you drowned it in all that damn control of yours?'I shut my eyes for a moment. The bond tugged deep inside me, an invisible pull I've been struggling to fight since the day it first appeared. The ache of the bond was constant. It was a reminder that some things weren't meant to be resis

The masked man stepped forward, ignoring the guards that we're trying to block his path. His footsteps were unhurried, steady, and far too calm for someone who wasn't invited. The air shifted with every step he took like the room itself was waiting for something to break.My father's smile vanished instantly."Who are you?" he demanded.The man didn't answer.He didn't bow.He didn't hesitate.He kept walking… straight toward me.My breath caught in my throat.Why me?Whispers erupted around the hall."Is he security?"No, look at the mask, he doesn't seem to be one.""Is he from another family?""He doesn't seem like someone who is supposed to be here.""Why isn't Blackwell stopping him?"I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every stare.My father lifted a hand, but it trembled. "I asked you a question. Identify yourself."The masked man finally stopped just a few steps away from me. Up close, he was taller, broader, commanding without saying a single word.He turned his head slig