All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

AlexanderHer laugh echoes in my ears as we talk. One thing I'm grateful to the moon goddess for is that we start to talk more to each other and bond. It's getting less awkward.“You can't be serious. How did he know?” she says, half-laughing.“Well, you know, people like that, I mean the Alphas, we can't keep things away from them,” I explained.It's been three hours plus, and all we've been doing is laughing and also telling her about the funny and iconic historical moments in our pack; seeing her light up with joy makes every second worth it.“By the way, where are Alpha and Carter?” she asks.“Oh, then they went for the monthly check-up and hunting around the pack; they should be back by dawn,” I replied. A minute of silence in between; it isn't an awkward one, but rather a soothing one before her voice cuts in.“I'm really glad that Carter is changing this time, for real,” her voice breaks through the silence.“Ohh, Carter. I hope his change is genuine,” I reply, clutching my hand

Brooke.It's has been three days since the death of Alpha Maddox Blackwood of the Lunar Legacy pack. The air of the environment has never been the same since his death; it is thick and heavy, and the birds have stopped singing. The sun has refused to shine, while the moon has refused to come out from the face of the earth. The people of Lunar Legacy aren't left out, as everyone is in black attire, with ashes covering their bodies as a result of the death of their Alpha, a ritual in the Lunar Legacy pack.The mansion is worse in comparison; the usual bustling and rumbling aren't heard anywhere, and everyone is in the mourning session for the Alpha, including the maids, servants, and livestock.I, on the other hand, have been in my room since the night of the accusations. I can't bring myself to come out to defend Alexander, not that I don't know he is innocent of the accusations, but because I've been tongue-tied and also because coming to terms with this is just too hard for me.Maddox

Alexander After Brooke and I have a lengthy conversation, I go to my late father's room. I can still feel his presence lingering, but it is faint. I place my desk, which was once a symbol of authority, but now seems cold and lifeless without Maddox behind it. My fingers graze the edges of a half-burnt letter tucked away in one of the drawers. It is my father's handwriting—sharp, commanding, yet eerily familiar."You’ll never understand responsibility until you bear the weight of a crown," my father had written in one of his many stern notes. I clench my jaw, the words igniting a bitter ache in my chest.I sink into the worn leather chair by the window, the weight in my chest heavier than ever. I look at the empty armchair across from me, the one my father used to occupy during our countless arguments.The words of Brooke linger in my mind; I really can’t tell what he is planning, but I know for sure that it isn't a good one.The creak of the door makes me arch my brow as I wonder who