บททั้งหมดของ Not His Destiny : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“What do you want now?” Celeste asks the second she opens the door, her chin lifted in a mulish and arrogant look. " To beat me? Just wait till my husband gets back, I’m going to tell him all of you ganged up on me.” Her eyes flood with tears. She looks like a kicked rat, veins in her face and neck bulging. “Your sister punched me in the nose and broke my teeth. See?”I stare at her, so full of hate I don’t even know where to put it, but the cautious, thinking part of me steps in, grabs my shoulder, and pulls me back. “Why did you do this?” I hold up the torn invitation cards.“I didn’t do it,” Celeste says, frowning at me. “Your insane mother did. I was telling her to stop when Elvira, that arrogant child, came in and started yelling at me.”My fist trembles as I crush the paper in my hand. “My mother did this?”“Yes. Are you going to accuse me too?” She frowns harder. “Is this how it’s going to be when you marry my son? You and your family ganging up on me?” Her tears look almost

I wake up snuggled in Dante's arms. He’s still fast asleep, his breath brushing softly against the back of my neck, and I don’t want to disturb him. I glance at the clock on the nightstand, 3:50 a.m. Then my eyes wander up to the sky beyond the curtains, to the waxing moon. Soon the Turning will be here. A lot of wolves are easily affected by the moon’s call.Usually, we all just transform during the Turning and let our wolves run wild beneath the trees, but some of us haven’t turned yet, like Lia and Elvira. During this time, the aggressive side of our wolves surfaces more often than not, snapping at the smallest provocation. That’s why we have to get married this Friday, before the Turning hits. Before instincts start making decisions for us.I carefully shift, trying not to wake Dante. His arms are wrapped tight around me, our legs tangled, and being pressed against him is like sitting too close to a furnace. My neck and face are damp with sweat.Dante releases me without a fight,

I go about my day like nothing’s changed. Like the wedding I planned down to the last stupid flower, pinned all my soft, fragile hopes on, didn’t just fall apart with no new date in sight.Dante just said, not now.And not now probably means never.Meanwhile, Celeste still expects me to make her breakfast, scrub the dishes, fold the laundry. Like nothing happened.When I was leaving this morning, she stared at me so hard I swear I could have tripped over the front step and snapped my neck. Annette is finally running again. I press a kiss to her dusty, cracked painted surface, and drive to the early market while the sky’s still washed in gray-blue.I grab everything I need, then head to the restaurant.When I pull up, Salvatore is already waiting outside.Salvatore is Dante’s beta. Technically, his job is to guard him, carry out orders, handle whatever Dante doesn’t want to get his hands dirty with. But the Red Fang pack doesn’t run like other packs anymore. Everyone’s broke. Most o

I don’t move. My mouth opens, ready to snap, to call him out for lying, and demand the truth, but before I can get a single word out, Celeste sweeps out the door behind me.She draws in a sharp disgusted breath at my back. “Why are you blocking my son from entering his own home? Goodness.” She sighs dramatically. “It’s always something with you in this house.”I press my lips close, knowing if I raise hell about this issue right now, I will be giving Celeste ammunition and Dante an easy way out. The best thing to do is to keep things locked in my chest, at least until I can air it out. But I’m not tolerating this. Not the lies or the secrets. It ends.Without another word, I turn and stride past Celeste, not caring that I brushed her on my way with my shoulder. She gasps like I shoved her down a flight of stairs and stumbles theatrically into the wall.Our eyes lock.And just like that, she starts moaning, slowly lowering herself to grab her ankle like it’s broken. “Ow, my legs,”

Luciana, how could I forget? The first and only woman Dante ever loved.Dante isn’t the type to notice women. He doesn’t have hobbies or any particular type. He’s just a regular guy, jacked, hairy, and ridiculously good-looking, who would never join the guys to whistle at a girl. He keeps to himself, watches football or whatever sport is on TV, and he’s only ever dated two women.Unbelievable for his age, but it’s true. Aside from me, there was only one other girl Dante loved, Luciana. He told me once, casually, when we first started dating.“There was a girl I thought would be my mate,” he said while we were just chilling on a fallen tree trunk, eating burgers he’d bought for us. I think we’d been talking about mates and how we were already so old and still hadn’t found them.“What’s her name?” I asked casually, not particularly touchy on the subject. Back then, I didn’t think Dante and I were going anywhere serious. He was hot, dangerously attractive, and he hit every erotic nerve