All Chapters of Marked By Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He walked toward me with that swagger all the ranked wolves seemed born with. Twenty. Built. Dead eyes. The future Beta and current pain in my ass.“Still no wolf?” he asked, like it was a joke that never got old.I didn’t answer. He didn’t care about answers.He leaned in, close enough for me to smell the arrogance on him. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “maybe someone’ll throw you a bone on your birthday. Or just put you down.”Laughter followed. His, and the two other idiots who hung off his shoulders like accessories.I walked away. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t cry. Not in front of them.I waited until I was in the bathroom, stall locked, fingers gripping my backpack so hard it hurt.Three days, I reminded myself. Three more days. Eighteen.If my wolf didn’t come by then... I didn’t know what would happen. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t survive it.Not in this pack.The other omegas showed up not long after me, all of us dragging ourselves through the cold like ghosts that never left the pa

Ava’s been parading around for weeks, telling anyone who’ll listen that she’s going to be Leon’s mate. That it’s fate. That it’s written in the stars. No one questions it. Not unless they want to end up with a bloody lip and a black eye.Because Ava doesn’t just talk. She acts. She’s ambushed girls in the hallways, clawed faces, pulled hair, smashed heads into lockers—all for the crime of daring to glance at Leon for too long.And what does the pack do?Nothing.No one says a damn thing. No punishment Nor warnings Because Ava is untouchable. Because she’s the Beta’s daughter.Not that any of it has anything to do with me. I’m not stupid. Leon doesn’t even know I exist. I’m invisible to him. Just another shadow in the halls, another nameless omega he’ll never speak to, never look at.And that’s fine.Really.Because the last thing I want is Ava’s eyes on me for real. Right now, I’m just a speck. Not worth her time. But if she ever thought I was a threat… even by mistake…Yeah. No thank

“I know,” she said, smiling again. “Everyone knows who you are.”Of course they did.The wolfless omega. The one who got laughed at in history class. The one Ava targeted when she was bored. I was a punchline before anyone even knew my name.She kept trying to talk—small stuff. Asked how long I’d been at Silver Claw High. If the classes were hard. What the teachers were like. Normal conversation. I answered with nods, short words. Nothing more. I didn’t ask her anything in return.I didn’t want to.It’s not that she seemed like a bad person. She didn’t. She was probably nice. But nice didn’t mean safe. And I didn’t do friends. Not anymore.Because every time someone tried to be kind, I asked myself the same question: Is it real, or is it pity?I didn’t want pity. I wasn’t a charity project. If someone wanted to be near me just to feel better about themselves, they could go find a different cause.So I gave Lissa the bare minimum. A name. A nod. Eye contact only when necessary. And eve

Quiet sessions in the woods behind our house. Sparring with dull blades and worn gloves. Long hours of drills until my arms ached and my legs buckled. I was barely thirteen when we started, and I’d hated every second of it at first.Now? It was the only time I ever felt like I had a chance.That was our plan for tonight too. He wasn’t on patrol, which meant we’d get in another round before bed.We didn’t say much on the walk home. We didn’t need to. The silence between us had long since become comfortable. Communicative, even. A language of its own.When we reached the front steps of the house, the porch light flicked on. The door swung open before we even got the chance to knock, and then—“Daddy! Sely!”Rhea.Barefoot and wrapped in one of her cartoon-print blankets, she came flying out the door like a rocket, practically tackling me with a hug and then rushing to dad before I could even recover. She did this every night, like clockwork. Her joy never changed. Never dulled. No matte

I didn’t respond.Just tried to step around her.She moved with me, her body shifting just enough to keep me blocked in. The crowd behind her leaned in like they were watching a play.“You always come in late, Selene. Trying to get special treatment?” she asked, mock-sweet. “Or maybe you just enjoy the attention.”Her voice was syrupy and poisonous. Fake as hell. I stayed silent.She reached for my hair—fingers lightly tugging on a loose strand that had fallen from my braid.I stepped back instinctively.The others laughed.“Aw, don’t be shy,” Ava said, still toying with my hair. “Is this the part where you cry and run away like always? I love that part. It's so—”“Get out of my way,” I said.The words were low.But they silenced her for a second.Just a second.She blinked, as if surprised that I’d spoken at all.Then the mask dropped right back into place. That same fake smile twisted her face, and she reached up to pat my shoulder like I was a dog she was humoring.I stepped forwar