All Chapters of His fated him: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Millicent had given me her card.A small sparkling square piece of paper containing her address, phone number, and personal mailbox, basically every information I could use in reaching her. Which seems like an overkill since we were going to meet anyway.I should feel joyful, this is what I came out here for, not the archery, not sharing food with my friends, not learning things, feeling things. My chest tightens with that thought.Standing in front of the ice cream shop, I hesitate in front of it, people push pass me to enter the establishment, but my heart is in my throat, and I think I understand Noah’s need to smoke. Letting out a shaky breath, I push the door open and slick inside.My phone dings with a notification, and I appreciate the few seconds it buys me, it’s a message from Declan. “I left first, I have to meet with the rest of them.”It’s obvious he’s talking about The Saviors, he’s being careful. I send a casual thumbs up, and while I wonder if it’s too relaxed an

I don’t know if it’s because he was looking deep into my eyes with a lovey dovey expression, or the way he’s embraced me so tightly, our bodies pressed together as I came.But there’s a lump in my eyes. We stay that way for the longest time.Our breaths in sync.His fingers playing with my hair, stroking it ever so lovingly. When I get up, pulling out of him, I feel the connection snap, the sharp colors I saw earlier dim, my senses returning to just average. “That was… magical.” I breathe.“Hm mm.” he agrees, shifting to get up, that’s when I see the stain on his stomach, he had also come. “That’s one word for it.” he says, taking my hand.The world shifts into focus again, but our minds don’t sync, that must happen only if we were literally one, I guess. “You okay?” I ask, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort or pain.He laughs.“Not really. Are you sure it was your first time?”“What? Yes… did I hurt you??”He shakes his head with a laugh as we walk into the bathroom.

Millicent paces the short width space of the rooftop, one hand on her waist, the other plastered to her forehead.Noah made sure to lock the groaning door after that. He had mumbled, “Number one mistake.” after.But I didn’t want him to blame himself, so I stroke his arm, eliciting a smile from him.Taking his hand, I lace our fingers together. “Yes, Noah is my mate.”God.It feels so freeing to say that out loud. I want to say it over and over and over, shout it loud for the whole world to hear. But this may be the only place I can say it. “Eddie..” Noah whispers, his voice filled with gratitude.I smile at him apologetically, this is all I can offer him unfortunately. “Noah Harrow is mine. I knew before I came to this school, I knew when I asked you to replace him.” At the end of the statement, guilt churns my belly so hard, bile rises to my throat. Noah squeezes my hand, a bid to reassure me.“Wow. Okay.”“If that shocks or disgusts you…” I start, she cuts me off.“That didn’t

“Okay guys,” Holls shouts as they reenter the living room, making me jump away from him.My eyes dart all over the place.I can’t believe I just said that. The three words that I should have kept hidden deep inside my heart, forever and ever.My face heats up and I end up facing the wall, away from him. Oh god.What have I done?? “We brought juice and cookies, because what is a meeting without one?” Holls sing songs as she drops the tray on the table, Stephen has his hands full of bags of chips and stuff. Her eyes fall on me, brows tug together, full of questions as she looks from me to him.“Did you two fight?” Declan sighs,I wish we did.We did the opposite of fight and I want to take it back so bad. “I think.. I don’t think they fought.” Holls muses.My lips slips between my teeth, her eyes widen and she grins and wiggles her brows as if sending a secret message for just me. “Whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t interfere with our meeting, Nathan is here and I have to open the

EDDIE BEAUMONT’S POV Everything is a blur.Nathan had procured explosives for us.We all wore masks, Noah explained they were masks The Saviors wore during the time of my mother. The Saviors of that time didn’t wear masks to hide, they wore them so the people would remember they had someone on their side, so the sight sent fear into the heart of the alpha. Each mask simple in shape, hand made, smooth where mouths should be, shallow hollows for eyes, a blank stare demanding to be free from the tyranny of the alpha. In the moment we wore the masks, we were no longer individuals, or teenagers, carrying everyone who had stood before us, who could no longer wear the masks, who wanted to wear the masks. I felt connected to my mother, whose face I only saw in my reflection.I felt her strength. Maybe that’s why we were successful.For people who hadn’t worked together before, we were like well oiled machines. By the times the guards would rush back from the fake uproar, the s