Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Novels & Stories

Why else would it give me those eyes meet — BAM — part, just to let fate intervene and twist it into a screwed-up ball of claustrophobic frustration? Yep, the perverted universe likes jokes, especially when it comes to love. No wonder people are getting more and more skeptical to risk their hearts … the living happily-ever-after dream is all just a warped cliché. I would know — because of all the boys in the world, fate set me up to have my BAM moment with HIM! And it happened more than once — I had TWO BAMs! TWO. Two moments. With the same boy. And they were really, really good BAMs.

Though it is. I believe I'm biting into a cherry just picked from the branch because I keep smelling sweet spring fruit in the air. My wolfsbane should have run out by now, and my rut should be done. However, the energy around the Rig may be deceiving me and bringing out my lycan traits when they should be latent until the next full moon. I'm having trouble falling asleep as it gets later because we have to leave early tomorrow. The sides of the rig are violently slapped by the roar of the water. In my head, desire is constantly shouting to be satisfied.

“Years go by, and there’s no one on the horizon! I didn’t want to lose my virginity to a vibrator surrounded by cats after all these years!” “God, Vicky,” my fiancé pinches the bridge of his nose, looking at me like I’m a foolish child. “What years? Know this: the moral trauma isn’t with your friend—it’s with you, because of your friend’s stories and, apparently, an overactive imagination.” "That was my decision!" I defend myself. "And I don’t regret it! …Almost… I love my children more than anything in the world, and the rest…" "So why did you always choose Nazar? Did you like him that much?" His last question sounded strict, almost angry.

I'll be there in ten. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. Ten minutes. I had ten minutes to prepare myself for a confrontation with a ghost from my past. I ran to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I needed to calm down, to think rationally. But how could I be rational when my life had suddenly turned into a tangled mess of fated mates, wolf instincts, and absentee fathers?

‎ ‎For a moment, I just stand there, panting and trembling, my chest rising and falling too fast. ‎ ‎Then it hit me. ‎ ‎I just killed. Not in defense, not by chance. I chose it. ‎ ‎And I don’t regret it. Because it's all Anita and her rogues fault. These people put my Thorne in this state. I'll make sure I kill everyone of them I come across. I won't spare any, I won't.

Candles flickered on the mantel. Two bottles in, the conversation started. At first it was safe—school, his job offer in Seattle, her undecided major. Then it veered into dangerous territory. “You still hate me?” she asked suddenly, swirling the last of the cabernet in her glass. Cade stared into the fire. “I never hated you.” “Could have fooled me. You spent senior year acting like I was a contagious disease.” He huffed a laugh. “You were seventeen. I was twenty-one. Your mom married my dad six months after meeting him on a dating app. Everything felt… wrong.”

“From a distance. You get to tell your council they are off limits. You get to stand between Tamara and my children.” “And you?” “I get to decide if you ever stand beside me.” He accepted that without argument. That mattered. ⸻ TAMARA Tamara smashed a mirror in the guest wing. Glass scattered across marble floors. She stared at her reflection in the shards, breathing hard. A Luna. That weak, quiet girl was a Luna. Fate had chosen Selene. And Tamara would not accept second place. She picked up her phone. “I need reinforcements,” she said coldly. “The old alliances.”

He doesn’t answer—just points, horrified. Baylee’s wolves are tearing the bodies apart, devouring the flesh like a pack of starved beasts. “Ew.” “Eww,” Fiona and I say in unison. “Stop them!” I bark at Caden. He turns, takes one look—and dry-heaves again. “They won’t listen to me!” I clap my hands, stepping toward the feeding frenzy. “Shoo! Go on!” The wolves growl low in warning. I freeze. “Well, that’s just gross,” I mutter, backing up. “I like my limbs attached, thanks.”

But for the first time… I wanted something that I considered bigger than me. “Yes, and I am willing to take any risk that comes with it,” I declared. Unknown to me, the simple decision I just made, was going to send my life into havoc. And one that I won't be able to come out of.

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