Novel & Cerita Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions

I repeated stupidly. “Yeah, shit.” He ran a hand over his head. “I’m fucking this up aren’t I?” “No.” Fang arched an eyebrow. “No, you won’t marry me?” His face fell. “No, you aren’t fucking this up.” Hope made his eyes sparkle. “Is that a yes then? I mean we don’t have to rush, you can choose the when and the how. And...” “Shut up, Fang.” I pulled him toward me, pressing my lips to his in the smallest of kisses.

And when it meant the most. I didn’t know how to feel about him. He affected me in ways that I thought were long gone. It was frustrating. I barely even knew him! “The mating bond doesn’t regard the amount of time you know someone, Aure,” said Seraphina. “Fate is the most important thing when it comes to such a strong force of nature.” “But we rejected each other. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be feeling this way anymore.” Still, I couldn’t deny her truth. Colt still had this strange hold on me, stirring up feelings that I couldn’t explain or control.

Would we finally get rid of the enemy so that our peaceful lives could return to normal? No. There was no chance of that happening, not anytime soon anyway. Once this was over, there would be the matter of whether or not our packmates were infected by the nue and finding records about my mother to see if my hunch about her being poisoned was true. Then there was whatever was going on behind Crystal Fang’s walls. “Why do things keep happening?” I sigh, getting up and taking Serenity to her crib. “Is it because I am just that unlucky?” Stop that. I think inwardly. I couldn’t let my poor me attitude return; I had grown and was stronger because I had Rosco beside me.

To speak now would spark suspicion from the Lord Alpha, suspicion that could ruin Zeil and to make it harder she wasn't sure of the stand of Kael on this matter. She bowed her head. “Rest, my lord. I will return tomorrow.” As she left, Kael moved back to his corner, silent, his presence heavier than any words. Far away, the Ironfang compound burned with a different kind of fire. Far away, in the Ironfang compound, the morning was colder. The elders gathered again, but this time there was no long debate. Their decision had been made in the night.

**Chapter 29:** Wasted **Liam’s POV** Liam ran his hands roughly through his hair as he left Ivy’s office and headed toward his own. Ivy's attitude didn’t sit right with him; he could tell she was upset, even if she denied it. He crashed into his chair, letting out a heavy sigh as he tugged at his hair in frustration. There was no doubt that he had messed up big time. “Fuck,” he cursed, the image of Ivy’s face when she walked in on him and Kelsie kissing haunting him. It had happened so quickly, but the hurt he saw in her eyes lingered.

“Many things seem impossible until the world forces your hand, Nightshade. The choice is yours, but the threads are already pulling tight. Reject it and everything burns. Accept it… and you may survive what’s coming.” She turned without waiting for questions or payment, staff tapping as she shuffled back toward the doors. Elias didn’t stop her. His mind was spinning too fast, prophecy, Devourer, mating with the enemy. It was madness. A trick or a curse disguised as destiny. Once her footsteps faded, he rose from the throne and headed straight for his private chambers, waving off Lucian’s concerned look. The heavy door shut behind him with a solid thud. He poured himself a fresh goblet of blo

“Not ours.” I clenched my fists. “You keep saying ‘ours’ like I had a choice. I didn’t choose this.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Neither did I. But fate doesn’t care about choices.” “Fate?” I almost laughed. “You think fate told you to ruin my life?” He didn’t respond. His gaze stayed locked on me, unreadable. “Listen,” I said after a moment, my voice quieter now. “I love Zane. He’s my mate. You can’t just appear out of nowhere and decide you want me. That’s not how it works.”

We all nod in silent agreement. Looking around the delivery room, I see all of us sharing an emotion that most of us have forgotten about since the Fated Plague took so many of our loved ones and changed all of our lives in such horrific ways. Hope. THE END Now you are probably wondering, "When is the next book?!" Book 3: Choosing Fate (Saph's Story)- Coming Winter of 2023 Consider engaging with me in places such as the Book of Faces and/or The Gram of Instant Gratification ;)

Time seemed to stretch, each second an agonizing heartbeat in the symphony of impending chaos. The decision had been made, the die cast. The consequences of my choice remained uncertain, a tapestry of possibilities woven with threads of risk and sacrifice. As I hung up the phone, the room felt emptier, as if the very walls echoed the repercussions of my daring act. In the shadows of my room, I grappled with the aftermath of my decision. The fate of Sergio, Fernanda, and the delicate balance of our pack now hung in the balance. The scent of uncertainty lingered in the air, and as I awaited the storm that would inevitably follow, the weight of my actions settled over me like a heavy cloak.

He stumbled but didn’t fall. They fought like titans, the forest echoing with growls, crashes, and yelps. The lycan pinned Thane for a moment, jaws snapping near his throat. My heart stopped. “No…” I whispered, unable to look away. Then the lycan turned its head toward me. It saw me. My cover was blown. It began to charge, massive legs pounding the ground with terrifying speed. I froze, too scared to run. But just as it neared, there was a blur of motion,slam!