All Chapters of HER DESTINY : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Abbey's point of view."Are you not coming inside?" I paused, my fingers already curled around the knob of the door. I didn't notice Ezekiel slowed his pace until he was right behind me, ready to make his way back to his home. "No." His response was curt, like it usually was. "I already talked to Jeremy." He added. "You did, when?" I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him.Suddenly, it heated me into realization. "Oh, though the mind links," I said to him, bidding him goodbye. He barely acknowledged my pleasantries before he made his escape. I huffed, back to the door. Ezekiel is a confused man. He certainly acted like how I expected people from this pack to act - rude, standoffish, and a tinge bit judgmental.I was consumed by my thoughts as I entered the house, leaving the door closed to a thug. The only thing that brought me back was the awful smell wafting through the house. Immediately, my nerves pick up the smell. Whenever I perceive an awful smell, I always think it is a rough wo

Abbey's point of view."I don’t want to talk about it," I whispered, my voice heavy with sadness.Jeremy’s hand stopped me, his grip firm but not harsh. "I think we should," he said quietly, his tone just as pained as mine.I didn’t fight him when he led us into the living room. We sat apart, on opposite ends of the couch, a gulf of silence between us. The tea in my hands was warm at first, but it only felt heavy—like the weight of everything unsaid. I stirred the liquid slowly, refusing to meet his gaze.He was patient this time, unusually so. No anger. No sharp words. Just a stillness that pressed against my walls."I wish you were never in those cells," he began. His voice cracked faintly. "It would’ve been easier if you’d never seen that place."A bitter laugh escaped me. "You killed my parents. It would still be the same." My words were sharp, but my tone was soft, weary. I finally looked at him, letting him see the storm behind my eyes. "Besides, if I hadn’t been in those cells,

Abbey's point of viewIt was the end of the day and the last of the pups were finally leaving. Liza stood in front of the door, chatting warmly with parents and guardians as they came to collect their little ones, while Ben Stone and I tidied up the daycare. I bent to pick up the last stray toy from the floor, tossing it into the basket."Will you be here tomorrow?" I asked, glancing toward him."Why, trying to spend some quality time with me?" he teased, flashing a cheeky grin as he balanced a box of supplies in his arms.I rolled my eyes, though a smile threatened to tug at my lips. "You wish. Don’t flatter yourself."He kept smiling, the corners of his mouth curved in a way that made it hard to tell when he was being serious. "Just joking. But no—Fridays are packed at the clinic, so I probably can’t make it." He shifted the box in his hands as we walked toward the front door, dropping supplies in their places along the way. "But, hey, volunteering isn’t the only place to hang out.

Abbey's point of view The unsettling weight on my chest refused to lift, pressing down harder with every passing hour. My head felt foggy, stuffed with thoughts I couldn’t untangle, each one looping endlessly since the weekend. Jeremy wanted the ceremony to take place this week. This week. The words repeated like a drumbeat in my mind, suffocating me. I had said yes—I had sealed my fate with a single word—but I never imagined it would come so soon. When he first said it, I thought he was teasing, trying to rattle me. But Jeremy never joked about something like this.There was no possible way I could be ready, not in the way I wanted to be. I wasn’t prepared mentally, and my heart wasn’t ready to carry the weight of an entire pack. I had hoped the preparations for the ceremony would bring Jeremy and me closer, give us space to bond before everything changed. Instead, the opposite had happened. He was consumed by his duties—endless meetings, advisors in and out of his office, late-nigh

Abbey's point of view I woke to a sharp knock at the door, dragging me from a restless slumber. My eyes shot to the clock on the bedside table—just past seven. I barely remembered Ezekiel leaving me here before exhaustion pulled me under. The guest room he had chosen was comfortable, though unsettlingly familiar. It reminded me too much of the one I was placed in when I first arrived, back when everything felt foreign, suffocating, and dangerous.For a moment, I just sat there on the edge of the bed, my body heavy, my mind fogged from lack of sleep. Then came another knock, firm and insistent, and I forced myself up, padding across the wooden floor. I half-expected whoever it was to barge in the second I cracked the door open, but instead, a familiar face greeted me.“Aira,” I said, startled, but genuinely relieved to see her.She raised a finger to her lips with mock severity. “Hush, Miss Abbey. Some people are trying to work.”Before I could respond, she slipped inside carrying a t