All Chapters of A Stolen Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I walk down the familiar path to the riverbank, a place where I always find a strange, quiet peace in times like these. Not many pack members ever come here, and that, more than anything, is why I cherish it. The moon guides my path as I wipe the tears from my eyes.I had just had an ugly fight with my mother about my twin sister, and this time, Mother hit me. She always takes my sister's side, never wanting to hear my story. I have vowed never to return to that house again. Never.As I near the river, I see a young boy flailing wildly above the surface. I freeze. What is a boy who can't swim doing in the cold river? He is gasping, sinking, rising again—then sinking back. I rush toward him. Since I can swim, I don't hesitate. But before I can dive into the water, he disappears beneath the surface. I search desperately inside the water for him. A few agonizing minutes later, I manage to pull the unconscious boy out of the water, dragging him to the safety of a large, moss-covered tree

RHEA'S POVI sit alone at the long dining table. The staff have set out food for me; toast, scrambled eggs, and a little fruit are arranged with funereal neatness on a white porcelain plate.I poke absently at the scrambled eggs with the edge of my fork, but the sight and smell of them churn something in my stomach. I'm not sure if I'm hungry or sick or just tired of pretending I'm okay.I take a slow sip of tea and push the cup and plate further away. My stomach growls in protest, but everything I try to eat tastes like ash.All that is in my memory is Miles with Roxy on her birthday yesterday. The pretty twin and the man who could never love anyone but her. He had left our home and traveled all the way to celebrate with her, while I was here, yearning for even a glance from him.It did not only hurt me, it broke me. I've loved that man since I first understood what that word meant. But he has never truly been mine.I stare at the fork in my hand and imagine driving it into my own th

RHEA'S POVI do not say a word. I just sit there, frozen in the same spot, watching the two of them as if I am not even in the same room. His hands move in slow circles on her back, pressing her closer. He never held me like that, even when I lost our baby. Seeing this feels like a knife between my ribs.The waiting room door swings open, and a doctor in green scrubs steps out. Her face is set in that careful, neutral expression they must teach in medical school, the one that gives nothing away until the words are actually spoken."Family of Lolita Chapman?" she asks, her eyes sweeping over us.I rise from my chair at the same moment Roxy tears herself away from Miles. We approach the doctor together, not looking at each other."I am her daughter," we say in unison, and I flinch at the sound of our voices. They are so similar, yet somehow, hers always seems to carry more weight.The doctor nods, her eyes flicking between us, registering our almost identical features. "Your mother is s

RHEA'S POVI stare out the tinted window as Holmes drives up the long, winding driveway to the pack house. The trees blur into a green smear, but I'm not really seeing them. All I can hear is the doctor's voice, playing on repeat like a broken record in my head:"Congratulations Luna, you are four weeks gone."Four weeks. One month. A tiny, fragile life is growing inside me while everything else in my world collapses. My hand drifts to my still-flat stomach, and my fingers splay across it before I catch myself and pull away. The motion feels dangerous, like acknowledging what is happening might make it more real. But it's already real. There is a baby, Miles' baby, growing inside me, and I have no idea what to do about it."You will need to come back in two weeks for another check-up," the doctor had said, her smile too bright, too oblivious to the storm raging inside me. "Everything looks perfect so far."Perfect. Nothing about this is perfect. Miles wants a divorce. He made that cry

RHEA'S POV"Why the hell didn't you answer or return my calls and texts?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm. I try to appear calm and nonchalant. "I was busy," I reply, keeping my tone light, disinterested. I move to the dresser, setting my phone down, and start to remove my earrings. Miles turns then, his gray eyes stormy. "Busy doing what?" he presses, taking a step toward me. "Busy with Yuri Donovitch? What were you discussing with him that was so important you couldn't answer your phone?" I meet his gaze in the mirror, my own anger starting to simmer. "Why do you care? You made it very clear you want nothing to do with me." I turn to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. "And why are you here anyway? What are you doing in this bedroom?" He hasn't slept here since serving me divorce papers. "It's my bedroom and I'll come and go when I please," he snaps, moving closer. "This is still my house, and you are still my Luna until those papers are signed." "How convenient for y