All Chapters of A Goddess Gifted by Fate: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Whiskey.I lifted my hand and looked it over. It was like I could still feel my mirrored self holding it. Her fingers pressed into my hand and the warmth left behind, it was all too real. What the actual fuck was that about. I have dreamt about myself for as long as I can remember. But it was always the same, another me talked but I could never hear it. This was something else entirely. My body was shaking, and I felt wired. This dream rattled me, more than anything else ever has. All of the anxiety and frustration I have been feeling over the past few days just increased tenfold. I don’t understand what is happening.There has only ever been one other time that I felt this out of control. I may have a temper, and I am definitely no pillar of self-control. But I always knew what I was doing and why. When I got angry and when I lashed out, I could always pull it back to a single moment, the reason or the cause of my outburst was never unknown. But this. This dream, this unnerving feeli

Whiskey.“What did you say?” I snapped. Saxton nuzzled into me again and growled lowly. Again, the sound hit me like a wave of heat and need. I clenched my thighs together and bit down on my lower lip.You are mine now, TesoroHe spoke again. But the sound didn’t come through my ears. It originated in my head. How was that possible? Does Saxton have a power? Or is this another one of mine that has manifested? Could I hear thoughts now? I pushed his huge head away and stared at him.“Change back” I commanded of him. He growled and huffed but stepped backwards, he turned his head to the side and the crunching and snapping of his bones sounded. Then he stood before me. Naked and human. My eyes rolled over his bare muscular body hungrily. I bit down on my lip and pressed my extended talons into the palms of my hands. Each ripple of skin, every mark, and every scar, I wanted to bite into all of it. My eyes moved lower to the manhood between his legs. I had seen him naked many times before,

Whiskey.Saxton’s mother made her way over to where I was sitting and plonked herself down next to me. She absolutely stunk of alcohol and was swaying in her seat. She’s a pretty she-wolf. Tall like Saxton and with the same bright blue eyes. She was muscular for a female, but Saxton did say that she was a warrior like his father.“I can’t believe my little boy has a Mate” she slurred and draped her arm over my shoulders.“He may be my eldest, but he is still my baby boy, you know?”.I leaned away from her as she spoke right up in my face. I could feel the saliva hitting my cheek as it flew from her mouth, and I could basically taste the wine on her breath. She pulled me back to her and grabbed my chin. A low growl rumbled through my chest at her harsh fingers touching me.“You better be good to him. I may be getting up there in years, but I can still kick around a little girl like you. Look at you, you’re so tiny” Pia laughed and squeezed my chin. I pulled my face from her grip and cu

Whiskey.Dante, the pathetic creature, was growing weaker and weaker. Slowly but surely. Pia was screaming, his other children were screaming, even the other warriors were all screaming. They all seemed to think that he still had a chance to beat me. The fools. My eyes locked onto Saxton. He stood glaring down at his father with a smug look on his face. The way Saxton looked at him, the slight raise of his brow, the small quirk of his lip and the evil glimmer in his eye. It wasn’t because he was proud of me for pinning his father, it was because his father was in pain. Then it occurred to me. This whole show of dominance had nothing to do with me proving myself to his pack. It was all about getting back at his family, it was about revenge. For what? I don’t know. But it was clear now. Saxton was using me as a tool in his game of retribution. Just like the hunters did.Present Day.I think they are onto me. This pack were very prepared for an attack. Almost like they were expecting it.

Zelena.More days passed. I could again see the faces and hear the voices of the people that I love. But I had nothing to offer them. I wanted to stay in my head, my own quiet world, and away from the place where I knew that Gunner wouldn’t be.Pain shot down my back and I flinched, scrunching up my face and hissing. The warm body that was behind me, pulled me closer. I could smell him before I knew he was there. His scent was far too overpowering. The devotion and protectiveness, it was seeping out of him. Tobias’ large hand was under my shirt and his fingers were splayed over my round stomach. The connecting points of our skin tickled, it burned nearly. The sensation was wildly unfamiliar and yet positively addictive. The scent of him, his essence, it filled my empty cup. Just a little a first. But the longer we lay together, the more of him filled my soul. And for the first time, in I don’t know how long, I spoke.“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice was hoarse and quiet. My thr