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Trying to recall any details. Everything just becomes fuzzy and then dark until I wake up the next morning. I know Daya is hurt after finding out I slept with Mara that morning. She may be in denial that we are fated mates, but I’m not. And because I know I hurt her I hate myself so much. I never wanted a mate after watching my parents slowly die from the plague. After losing Calvin, I never wanted to be alpha. It feels like my life is pre-decided for me. All the big decisions that I should be excited for, are a result of fate’s twisted sense of humor. Calvin moved our pack to this region because rogues were attacking our old territory and he heard this territory was safer. How ironic. He lo

There have only been three recorded soulmate bonds since Lycaon's death, the son of Pelasgus and his soulmate. Lilith continued to read as she walked past Oscar and his sluty arm candy. This caused Oscar to stare at her in shock, disbelief, and a little hurt that Lilith ignored him. This caused his inner wolf to whimper in pain and sadness as they watched helplessly as their Mate acted like they didn't exist.

Allow fate to unfold naturally, so you don't find yourself fighting against the wind in the future," he expressed, and I remained rooted in place. His words penetrated deep within me, resonating with my very being. I would be dishonest if I said Justin's words didn't make sense—they did, and I felt grateful for his words of wisdom. Morning arrived, and we embarked on our journey back to Lucland. Throughout the night, I pondered Justin's words, weighing their significance. Ultimately, I decided that I would follow wherever the winds of fate led me, but I wouldn't give up on my search. Whether fated or not, Sophia was my friend, and she needed assistance. Gathering my belongings, I prepared my

Luna Ava from the Moonridge pack asked, and I gave a negative response. She was facing a situation similar to Emily's. She lived with her husband and his Fated mate. Her husband, James, declined to reject his fated partner because he understood it would diminish his wolf's strength. He compelled Ava to approve to it, and she had been living unhappily as a heavy drinker ever since. "You must show courage, Olivia. It won't improve. My bed turned cold three years ago. Now, they have offspring, and it's almost as if I'm invisible. Meetings are the only thing I'm ever useful for," she said, then took a large sip of her wine.

“It was like he just vanished. No one seemed to know where he went. It seemed like he relocated without telling anybody.” My chest tightened as I stared at him. The only connection to my past had been my foster father. Why would he just disappear without giving a clue? “The worst part is that when I noticed that the rogues were beginning to reduce, I tried to capture some of them so that we could question them, but all of them disappeared. Right in front of my eyes.” Fred said, frustration laced in his voice. “Just like that?” I asked, horrified. “Yes,” Fred said, shaking his head. “Like they were never there. The fact that they were able to use magic is what keeps amazing me. Someone with p

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

A part of me regretted throwing the magazine in the trash can, because if for nothing at all, I could have found out how well he had moved on with his life so I could at least get the closure I needed to move on with mine. But it was all good. Maybe, God let it happen like that for a reason. “Cin?” I heard Sam call out softly, snapping me out of my reverie. “Yeah?” He was driving, so he just shot me a quick glance and turned his attention back to the road. “Uhh, you know…. So I've been thinking,”

Then I pivot, seizing *his* timeline instead. --- **The Apostate's Fall** His scream is symphonic. "*What are you doing?!*" "You're not a judge. You're a fugitive." The static weaves through his essence, unraveling lies. Memories flood me: -The Apostle, once a mortal scholar, devoured by the Silence. -His rebirth as a hybrid, a self-proclaimed curator of endings. -His fear of the Seed, the one force that could unmake his purpose. "You're jealous," I hiss. "The Seed doesn't end stories-it *grows* them."

My mind kept drifting back to the scroll hidden in the basement, to the runes I had drawn on the floor. I had found the scroll hidden among my grandmother's things after she died. It was ancient, written in a language that had taken me weeks to decipher. It spoke of the Fates—Abraxas, the Fate of Life; Kaius, the Fate of Death; and Ryuu, the Fate of Destiny. The Fates ruled the universe, deciding the course of every life, every death, every destiny. The scroll claimed that one could summon a Fate and ask for a boon. But it came with a warning: to call on a Fate was to risk death. I didn't care about the risk. If I didn't do something, I would be exposed as a Shade during my first shift, and

How was I supposed to do this alone? "What is the problem?" I asked Melena, and she linked me, not wanting Alex to hear. "Their Spirits and Souls are not in there. It is as if they were yanked out. They are dead but are still alive," she said, and I gasped. I have never heard of such before. I have heard of many things but not this. Were they now living dead? What were Apophis and Luna planning to achieve with this? This was extreme, and my heart went out to my husband and his cousin. I wished I could end it and stop these lots, but they were stronger, older, and wiser than I was. I still had a long way to go in this god thing, and my pace was slow and sluggish, almost nonexistent. Why would