Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Unexpected Fated Mate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Michael “Sorry, Alpha. Looks like it’s going to be a bit of a wait today,” Peter said, glancing nervously at the rearview mirror as the black SUV crawled to a halt in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Michael exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. The constant blare of horns and the slow pulse of the city only served to irritate him further. He pressed his index finger to his temple, massaging away the tension already building behind his eyes. “Good thing we left two hours early,” David, his Beta, offered from the passenger seat, attempting to lighten the mood. “We’ll still make it in time for the meeting.” Michael didn’t look up. “If you’re early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late,” he muttered, his voice clipped and sharp with agitation. The silence that followed was thick. Michael wasn’t one to be easily flustered—but delays, especially in moments like this, tested even his legendary self-control. Today’s meeting wasn’t just another corporate formality. It was a rare negotiatio

AnnaAnna didn’t know what she expected him to say.Some smooth pickup line, maybe. A cocky smile and vague flattery, the usual kind of bar banter she’d long learned to ignore. But when Michael said, “Because something told me if I didn’t, I’d regret it for the rest of my life,” the words hit something inside her—something unguarded and still healing.She looked down at her glass, stalling. Her fingers tightened slightly around the stem.Dawn, ever the observant friend, gave Anna’s leg a gentle nudge beneath the bar, then pushed back her stool.“I’m gonna grab some water from the lounge and give you two a minute,” she said casually, gathering her purse. “Don’t drink too fast without me.”Anna gave her a traitor glare, but it was half-hearted.Michael waited until Dawn had disappeared before turning back to Anna. His presence was strong without being aggressive. He wasn’t trying to impress her with jokes or flashy charm. He didn’t need to. His confidence was quieter—settled, almost anc

Michael The rooftop lounge was silent except for the hum of the city below and the distant clink of glassware behind the privacy wall. The view from the private dining terrace stretched beyond the Hudson, golden city lights flickering against the evening sky. But Michael barely noticed any of it. He was waiting for her. He adjusted the cuff of his black dress shirt and checked the time again—not because she was late, but because each passing minute only heightened the strange pressure building in his chest. This wasn’t just a date. It was a turning point. The mate bond was already whispering beneath his skin—restless, hungry, tethering itself to a woman who didn’t yet know what she meant to him. And tonight, he wasn’t sure if he was more anxious for her to feel it… or terrified that she might. Then he sensed her. Before he saw her, before she even stepped through the glass doors, something shifted in the air. Softer. Warmer. Her. He stood instinctively, straightening just as

MichaelIt had been nearly three weeks since that first dinner.Three weeks of stolen evenings, slow walks to her door, shared secrets and small touches that lingered longer than they should have. Michael had never moved this carefully with anyone, but Anna wasn’t just anyone. She was his mate—fated, undeniable—and yet… still human. Still unaware of the world that had already claimed her.Tonight had been like many others. A casual dinner, warm laughter, Anna’s eyes lighting up when she talked about Ethan’s school art project or the new case she was reviewing for work. It felt normal, but in the kind of way that made it hard for Michael to leave her each night.And tonight, he almost didn’t.“Thank you,” she said softly, standing in the glow of the porch light, arms loosely folded. “For being patient with me.”His hand reached out, brushing her cheek. “I’d wait as long as it takes.”She smiled, and for a moment, Michael imagined what it would feel like to wake up to that smile every m

Anna She wasn’t sure when the warmth started. Maybe it was after the first sip of the cocktail. Maybe it was when Michael leaned across the table to adjust the candle near her plate, his fingers grazing hers with casual intimacy that left her breathless. Or maybe it had nothing to do with the drink at all. Because just being around him like this—alone, elevated high above the New York skyline—was enough to unsteady her thoughts. The rooftop terrace atop the luxury hotel shimmered in the low golden lights strung above, their soft glow dancing over Michael’s dark features. God, he looked good. Too good. And she couldn’t stop watching him. His hands. His mouth. The quiet control in the way he carried himself. It was confidence—not arrogance. Power, but never performative. He was a man who didn’t need to announce his presence. He just was. Anna shifted in her seat. Her thighs pressed together beneath the table, and she sipped her drink again—smooth, sweet, almost too easy to fin