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But I'd take it. The longer their fight went on, the more furious Belaisle became until he roared in rage, lifting one arm, a massive hammer of darkness rising above him. Ready to crush Demetrius Strong. The air between the dueling sorcerers shimmered before Belaisle could strike and two young maji appeared, eyes white, faces serene. Light Fate nodded to me before turning her head toward Demetrius. "Mine is damaged," she said, "but his heart is whole."

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.

he spat, his words dripping with venom. Rey, her gaze unwavering, spoke with a voice that carried both authority and compassion. "Damon, this darkness has twisted your mind," she stated, her words reaching out to the remnants of his humanity. "We were once allies, and we can be again. Turn away from this path of destruction and embrace the light." But Damon, consumed by his own darkness and consumed by bitterness, refused to listen. With a fierce roar, he launched another attack, his fury driving him forward. The clash between Damon and the Crimson pack intensified, their powers colliding in a battle that echoed through the town.

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE

He sounded smug, and that pissed me off. My brain latched onto the counter spell. Corzone’s eyes widened as he screamed my name. “AMY!” “Kento farwa spunto corna.” The air was back to normal, and I spun just as I felt Brandon’s teeth graze my neck. My fist connected with the underside of his jaw, sending him tumbling back. He landed hard next to his father, who tried dropped to his knees beside Brandon. “ENOUGH!” The referee called. “Alpha Amy wins. Alpha Brandon is disqualified from the battle for trying to land a death blow.”

I shrug. “Fate knows what it's doing. I don't need to supervise it. If I were to try and interfere, my interference would have been accounted for in planning that person's fate. If I shot someone, I might miss and just hurt them and they might meet the person they are meant to meet at the hospital. Maybe they will be dying and then the person they were meant to meet would show up in time to try and save them, get attached, then lose them. Which by the way I have seen once and it was the most depressing thing. I know if they're fated, not how long they will last.” I try to explain. Bellamy is already prepared with his next question. “If fate happens no matter what, then why does it matter if

Mason, sitting nearby with his drawings, hummed a tune softly, oblivious to the storm he had just set in motion. “I’m going to call in every favor I’ve ever earned,” Damon said. “Celeste wanted a war. Let’s give her one.” As night fell, a storm gathered on the horizon. The next move belonged to them. But in a game where love and legacy collide, nothing is ever predictable. Not even victory. ------------------------------------------------------ Far across the city, in a shadowed suite lined with monitors, an unknown figure watched them all. A new player. One that neither Damon nor Celeste saw coming.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

The blood-red rune glowed brighter and brighter. "By the blood I spill, by my own free will," I chanted, the ancient words ripping from my soul. "I sever this bond of flesh and fate. From this day forward, you are nothing. Strangers in life. Strangers in death. So mote it be." BOOM! A blinding red light erupted from the rune. It shot through the barrier and slammed into Damon’s chest. He screamed, clutching his heart as he fell. The mate bond was ripped from his soul.