All Chapters of Fated to my Alpha nemesis : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Rule number one for anyone living in a werewolf pack—especially if that person’s human:Never humiliate the future Alpha.Rule number two?If you do, don’t get caught.I broke rule number one three hours ago.Now I’m breaking rule number two.“You can run, but you can't hide, human,” Darren says with a cackle.They’ve been chasing me for hours, and this time I know they won’t stop.The damp earth smells of decay and rain-soaked leaves. Every snapping twig beneath their feet sends a metallic twist through my stomach. My pulse pounds loud enough to betray me.There’s a half moon out. Moon and her little companions guard my path through the trees.Silver light slips between branches, streaking the forest floor.They can probably see, hear, and scent me far better than I can run — but I refuse to believe I’m helpless.“Run as fast as you can, Micaela,” Damon calls, his voice carrying easily through the trees. “Because when I catch you, you are going to regret ever being born.”And I know h

I startle at the sound of leaves crunching under boots.“Who’s there?”“Mia? Is that you?”I turn to find Cole picking his way toward me.“Cole,” I breathe. “How did you—”“I had a feeling they were going to come for you after what you did.” He finally reaches where I’m lounging against a tree, my body too weak to stand on its own. “So I kept a close eye.”“On me, or them?”“Both?”I sigh. “I guess telling you I can take care of myself again isn’t going to convince you any more than the last time.”“I guess telling you to stop provoking them again isn’t going to dissuade you any more than it did the last time.”“Fair enough,” I agree. “However, I wouldn’t call it provoking. It’s more like strategic retaliation.”Cole ignores that. He pauses to scrutinize me. His eyes widen.“It’s not that bad,” I say quickly before he can get hysterical. “Just some scrapes and bruises. Nothing an ointment can’t handle.”“Did he do this?” His voice is calm. Too calm.“He rammed the tree,” I say, lookin

The Festival of the Blue Moon is approaching, and suddenly everyone is a merchant, selling trinkets, beverages, treats, and practically anything that has a price tag.Mom and Dad set up a stall every year. However, they are usually too busy to manage it, being the Beta pair and all. Talia and I take turns manning it, or we do it together when the crowd is too much for one person to handle.The air is fragrant with baked goods, roasted nuts, savory treats, and sweet beverages.Trinkets are being arranged — charms, glowing pendants, hand-carved figurines. I gawk at the sight of it all despite the fact that I’ve been seeing this setup every single evening for the last four days.But today feels a little different. There is just one more day before the festival, and almost every structure has been completed, every stall opened and filled to the max.The decorations — peculiar, whimsical, and probably magical — are all set up now.Glimmering threads in the lanterns. Slight flickers of light