Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Novels & Stories

The chestnut hair I adore splays out over the bed. I look at the woman I brought home two weeks ago. She’s even more beautiful now with my bite marks etched into her skin. They are proof that she belongs to me and me alone. No other fanged beast will taste her exquisite blood. I only wish that I could claim her body as mine. It seems my manhood rejects Amber. Every time I’ve tried, he has refused to come alive. There’s nothing more embarrassing for a man. I can only guess it’s because Kimi is dead. My cock is pining for a ghost. That all ends tonight.

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.

“What nonsense.. “ Georgia heard him hiss in danger as she wondered why he acted that way. She always wanted to meet her mate the moment she clocked eighteen but that never happened and she received multiple insults from home, but there he was holding her and she could feel the strong connection between them. Suddenly, everything made sense. The strong connection, the feeling of belonging, the rush of happiness. Jared was her mate. And she was his. She looked into his eyes, and she saw the same nothing but hatred

he begins, his voice heavy with frustration and resignation. The room tenses immediately. Xander’s eyes widen in surprise, his posture stiffening, and I feel my own brows shoot up. This is new information. Lincoln shifts uncomfortably but continues, addressing Xander directly. “My fathers Fated mate died in a rogue attack two weeks after they were mated and marked. As was common in those days, my father couldn’t take over the Pack without a Luna, so, my grandfather arranged a mating alliance between our pack and Yellowstone, in a political move to strengthen us with southern alliance. Your mother and my father were bound in a chosen mate-ship…. But at the ceremony…” Lincoln pauses, glancing

“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.