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Unfortunately, the day when he was on his mission he die, I was never told how exactly he died but the unseelies had something to do with it, every one of them submitted but they were not very powerful during those times. We had just performed a send-off ceremony for your father when I received news that the fountains were producing less dust, the south fountain is the one known to the fairies but there are other three fountains for every region the North, the south, and the east but they are invincible and can only be seen in the eyes of the queen.

I furrow my brows, “fated mate? Explain what that is?” She smiles, “werewolves have fated mates, the Moon Goddess tethers their souls together making it one and the love and joy that the fated mates share is unworldly, it’s said that there is no greater love than that of the truly fated mates.” I stop her, “so he was my boyfriend?”

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

“I never met them.” “Jolie was right,” he says. “The Fates really are fucking twisted.” “What are The Fates?” “You don’t know…no, of course you don’t…they are the forces used by the Moon Goddess to shape events so we can fulfil our destinies, among other things.” “Like the Greek myths?” “Ours are real,” he says, staring at me with worry in his eyes, then just sighed. “Do you want to go upstairs and get cleaned up?”

But because I can't understand which language it is from. [Death and fate...is interconnected in hierarchical relationship. With death a little lower than fate. You see, Fate dictates what happened to every person's life. Every decision, every circumstances, every thoughts, every actions and how it has ripple effects on everyone around you, all of it is planned and predicted by fate. Coincidence never exists, only inevitable. And you, Alice dear, were blessed to have access to this great fate. You can have control. That's the power strings can bestow upon you.]

I got rejected five times at different stores I don’t why but people say it’s because I don’t look fit for the job, I still have no idea what that means, but maybe it’s because I am small, skinny or maybe because I am ugly I don’t know. I stood up and peeked through the door glass "Khalil please don’t leave me, I won’t be able to live without you." I whimpered Life has thrown many obstacles at me but what I’m feeling right now is worse than anything. Khalil is just fourteen years old, he shouldn’t be suffering like this, no child should.

I’m dead, and nothing will change that. So what good is anger here? Nothing can change what has come to pass, but I need to know one thing before moving on. “I get it; I’m dead. I probably should have been killed long ago or not given life, to begin with. Just tell me one thing, is Gianna alive?” “What would it matter?” Fate asks. “If she were alive, you die, she dies. That’s how the mate bond works.” “We’re all well aware how the mate bond works, Fate, as I created it. We don’t need your dictation on the matter.” Selene tells Fate while side-eyeing him.

he furrows his eyebrow at my words, so I tell him everything Selene told me. When I’m finished, he growls loudly at what Fate has done, not just to me but to others. Fate has always been a trickster. Playing with the lives of everyone, she is a puppet master. People blame their god for how their lives have turned out, but in reality it’s fate’s doing. She is vicious and can destroy you on a whim. No rhyme or reason. It depends on her mood.

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”