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“But yes. They are like sports drinks. And tea.” Abertha relaxing helps me let go a little. Breathe a little deeper. I take a sip from my cup. It’s sweetened with honey. Just how I like it. “First off, it’s not Fate, it’s Fates. Plural. And they aren’t necessarily working together. You’ve got the sports drink Fate who is all about the results. Hydration by whatever means necessary. Pups, pups, pups. That’s all she cares about. But then there’s the tea Fates.”

Fate Mates were an extremely rare phenomena. Typically, two werewolves fell in love and then decided to declare themselves mates, either through marriage or another means. But the love bond of a Fate Mate gives the werewolves no choice in the matter. I’d heard it described in stories and fairytales. When you find your fate mate, and you look at the person for the first time, the entire world stops. The one thing that keeps you alive is that person. And separation from that person would mean losing a part of yourself.

“How is that possible? Is he...like you?” “I wouldn’t say we are biologically brothers. Even though we despise each other, he is younger than me, and I do protect him. And before you hate him for being an immortal like me, I will simply say him and I have nothing in common,” Fate tells me, as if the news isn’t shocking in any sense. I hardly know what to think. How can they be related, but not related? Something tells me T made a stupid deal with Fate and I’m seeing the end of it.

“Then let’s end this before it ends us.” My stomach twisted. Fate Pack. I hadn’t heard that name in so long that it felt foreign on my skin, like an old scar someone suddenly pressed too hard. My pack.My curse. The place I had been sold from. I forced my lips into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Fate Pack, huh? Guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.” Adam didn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “It’s not humor. It’s destiny.”

“When the Worm King brings Nekromel to the Home of Fate, the Joy of Old will reign once again. Do you see?” Both Cheng and the shaman looked at me blankly. As expected. “Fate. In my world, another word for fairy is fay. And the plural of fay is fate.” And the plural of bullshit is? Cheng and the shaman looked at each other, I think each wanting some kind of reassurance.

Lola POV “No I am not! They tricked me into spending a day with them, in order for me to gain access to books about hybrids and such, but that is it. I rejected them. I don’t care if they accept it or not, after that day they will never see me again”. Nick sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “You know that’s not true, right? They hunted you down, surely they won’t just give up. Lycans only get one fated mate. It’s why the pull for Lycans is much stronger than normal wolves. The more time you spend in their vicinity, the harder the pull will become”. “Nick, trust me, I am a grown woman, and no mate pull is going to get the better of me. Besides, as I already rejected them, I think the

“…Now, let's briefly review the names fate has selected so far…” Sebastián Lafallete (Unknown lineage) Pietro Sokolov (Silver Frost Pack) Raphael Dupont (Forest Fury Pack) Matteo Müller (White Nightfall Pack) Noah Schwarz (Unknown lineage) Penelope Webber (Darkmoon Pack) “Wait a minute... A girl? Fate selected a girl?” Maddison asked, completely bewildered. “Well, fate has a rather peculiar way of doing things,” Queen Emma replied, trying to calm her daughter.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

"Enough playing. Who is Arabella?" Matilda hums thoughtfully, then turns to a stack of ancient books in the corner and pulls one from the pile. She places it on the book stand in the middle of the altar, and the pages flip open on their own. "There was a prophecy," she begins, "several years ago, about the alpha's son - Adam - and his destined mate. The daughter of Alexander, the overthrown alpha of the skyline pack, and Freya, the most powerful witch in all the seven packs."

“I just don’t know if, in this life, you’ll still become the richest man in the country after being with me.” I meant it as a casual remark, but Mark lowered his head and kissed my hand. “I’ll work hard. Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone who hurt you go.” I nodded, then asked if what Lily said about him was true. He sighed and tapped my forehead. “You’re overthinking. I’m a law-abiding citizen.” I let out a breath of relief. As long as he was fine, that was enough. Less than two months later, news came from the prison that Jackson was dead.