All Chapters of His Fated is the Forbidden Heiress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Growing up, I always felt like something was wrong with me, like a very important part of my soul was missing. Back then, I thought that couldn’t be possible, after all; I was alive, and without every part of it, it wouldn’t be possible. Till one day, when my parents took me to a festival where I came across something that seemed to call to me like a song that you know all the words to, but you just can’t remember them, no matter how hard you try.It’s not because I found out that I was adopted, that’s definitely not it, because I had known about that my whole life and never felt like I wasn’t their child.As it was getting late, we decided to grab some food before heading to the festival games. After all, my father said, “Honey, you're 18 in a few weeks, it's time you had some food and stopped hiding away in your room.”Which was true, I did hide in my room quite a bit, drawing things like forest scenes that looked like they were from a dream, with a full moon hanging heavy in the sk

"No, not exactly." I struggle to explain the feeling. "More like... I don't know. Like he recognises me from somewhere I can't remember.""Well, you're meeting him tomorrow, right? You can ask him then." She grins wickedly. "And then tell me absolutely everything."The rest of the evening passes in a blur. I go through the motions, laughing at Dad's terrible attempts at the ring toss, squealing with Laura on the tilt-a-whirl, eating too much cotton candy, but part of me feels detached, like I'm watching myself from a distance.When we finally head home, the moon is high and full in the sky. I stare up at it through the car window, that familiar restlessness growing stronger with each passing minute. My skin feels too tight again, my muscles twitchy and strange."You feeling okay, Tiffy?" Dad asks, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. "You look a little flushed.""Just tired," I say, though I feel anything but. Every nerve in my body feels electrified.Later, in my bedroom, I look o

"Right," I say when I can catch my breath. "And I suppose next you'll tell me vampires are real too?"His expression doesn't change. "No, those are myths. But werewolves are very real. You are very real.""This is insane," I say, standing up. "I'm leaving."He doesn't try to stop me, which somehow makes me pause. "You've been feeling it, haven't you?" he asks quietly. "The changes. Your senses are getting sharper. Food tastes different. Your temper flares at the smallest things. The pull of the moon."My heart skips a beat. How could he possibly know that?"That's... that's puberty," I say weakly. "Normal teenage stuff.""Is it normal to feel the call of the forests that you have never been to, longing for you to run them?”Before I could answer, “Well, well, what do we have here, an Alpha heir, Alpha heir Harrison no less, with a rogue, how interesting. The forbidden one still lives; you were meant to have been stillborn. Very interesting indeed.” Drawled a voice came from behind the

I want to deny it, but I can't. My skin feels too tight, my senses too sharp. The scent of the grass, the distant sound of traffic, the way the sunlight filters through the leaves, everything is heightened, overwhelming."I need to go home," I say again, taking another step back. "I need to talk to my parents.""They won't tell you the truth," Rebecca says. "They can't. They probably don't even know what you really are.""And what is that, exactly?" I demand, my voice rising. "A werewolf? A forbidden heir? A…a mate?" I spit the last word at Clint, who flinches as I've struck him."All of those things," Eric says gently. "And more. You're the key to ending a war that's raged between our packs for generations."The weight of his words settles over me like a physical burden. This is too much. Too big. I'm just Tiffany Moore, a high school student who likes to draw and hang out with her best friend. I'm not some magical creature destined to broker peace between warring werewolf clans."I

The response comes almost immediately:*I won't. But if you need me for anything, I'll come. No questions asked.*I stare at those words until they blur. There's something so absolute about them, so certain. Like, he means it in a way that goes deeper than normal human concern.Another text appears:*Your wolf will call to you soon. When she does, don't fight her. Fighting the change will only make it hurt worse.*My wolf. Like she's a separate entity living inside me, waiting to emerge. The idea should terrify me, but instead I feel a strange flutter of... anticipation? Curiosity?I delete both messages and put my phone on silent, but I can't delete the way his words make me feel. Like he understands something about me that I'm only beginning to glimpse.The rest of the day passes in a haze. I manage to avoid Dad when he gets home from work, claiming I'm still not feeling well. It's not entirely a lie; my skin feels feverish and tight, and I can't seem to sit still for more than a fe