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I thought for sure I could handle anything that fate threw my way. God how wrong I was. I was not the least bit prepared to fight off the mate bond, to will it away and focus on my rage and my sorrow, my need for revenge and a bloody type of closure. I just was not that strong. And it terrified me. I wanted to harden my heart against the bond, to not be affected, but the longer I was around Silas, the less it all seemed to matter.

Clotho POV It's been weeks since Tate and Channing had made their decision about Emiko. They had already found a way to get her to be human so she could be killed. We knew this, and were trying to figure out how two souls broke free of their string of destiny. This was something unheard of in our times as Fate. We were going through the books of the original Fate. I closed the last book I was reading and growled. "Oh my fucking gods." Atropos cursed with joy.

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

That story will still be a little way off but will crossover with the Twins’ story from the Fated series. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement for this book. I could never adequately express how much it meant to me. “Design of Fate” will be up once the contract approval is granted. I will add an additional Author’s Note when it does get approved so that you will get notified. In the meantime, Dante and Ziyah’s journey is unfolding in “Fated Soul – Fated Light” if you would like to check it out. Thank you, lovelies! – Shana Allen

"I like it, the name you chose for him." Told me...? "I'm Fate," she said. "I know everything." My mind tried to shy sideways, but her magic held me softly in place as I struggled with the concept. Fought against the truth. No way. No. Way. I had choices, I really did. She didn't control me. And yet, finally, I sagged and accepted as her magic hugged me gently before letting me go. "My brother and I," she said, "were born together, like this. Fates. He of the Dark and I of the Light. The first of the maji, after the drach were brought into being."

"The Goddess is a fim believer of fate and destiny. If we just told you what would happen, we run the risks of people altering their fate. It's about balance. For example, if an omega was fated to become an Alpha, and was told about this, the omega may become over-confident knowing their fate would happen sooner or later. So at the milestone moment that defined whether they should become Alpha or not, they decide not to prepare. Altering their fate. Instead of becoming Alpha, they're killed instead, allowing someone else the opportunity for the rise in power." "I never thought of it like that." Both Genesis and Wynter reply at the same time. "Fate is a tricky thing. Everyone has obstacles in

“Yes, and it worked until I sent her here to eliminate you. I don’t know what you did to twist her mind-” “She’s my Fated,” I grin, watching as horror fills his eyes. “She will always choose me over you and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.” He cries out and rears back his fist to embed the stake in my heart, but I don’t close my eyes or bow my head, knowing my death is near. I lived a life I loved and met my Fated before my eventual demise; it’s just a shame that I will never be able to fully make her mine.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

Noah pecked his nose. Just then they laughed as Benjamin's stomach grumbled. "Come lets eat. And then i will make sure to wreck this cottage at every surface". Noah winked pulling him into his arms. "I will be waiting". Benjamin winked too. Yes... It was their beginning of a new life. Happy. Wild. Full of love. And yes lots of poundings... This was their Fate that they wrote... ---- Tabby

Some threads of fate are knotted too tightly to ever be cut. Kimberly had found me again. In this life, in this fortress of love and power, she had slithered in. She tried to finish the job. The method was different this time, a blow to the head instead of a knife to the belly, but the intent was identical. Erase me.