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In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.

To live long enough to kill him myself. “Then let’s play a game,” he murmured. “A game?” I sneered. He smirked, brushing his lips along my hand until my skin burned. “A game of fate. Everyone gets a fair chance. What’s your wish?” I pressed my palm to his chest, right over his heart. “A bullet. Straight through here.” His laugh was dark silk. “And mine? Simple. To have you begging for my cock, screaming my name like it’s a prayer.”

"At least he won't be an empty soul anymore if he gets a new Innehavre." Frog started to shake and he hugged himself, rubbing his paws along his arms. "They will make a bigger villain then you are. You will have to sacrifice the one you have trusted and counted on and even come to love. Tear him apart in a ritual only you know. The Last Game, I believe it's called. And don't bother lying to a Fate, Nickel matters to you."

“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.”

She met my gaze steadily, her expression unreadable in the golden glow of the setting sun. "If you stretch a timeline far enough—examine every single pivotal moment along the way—you’ll start to see patterns. "Like a game of chess, every move you make doesn’t always seem significant at first. But much, much later, when all the pieces come together—" I tapped my chin thoughtfully. "You will realize that every move had a purpose beyond what was immediately visible." … For the next two weeks, I did nothing. I let the rumors spread unchecked, allowing the controversy to grow.

Maybe he was wrong. He said nothing. Not yet. War loomed, and the Moon Goddess had a cruel sense of timing. If Tristan was to fall, perhaps the Goddess was shifting the pieces already, setting Evandra into Osiris’s path. The thought both unsettled and intrigued him. Was he meant to end Tristan? He was summoned to fight against him, and fight against him, he shall. So he kept silent, hiding his recognition behind the sharp blue of his eyes, watching her closely. Time will reveal the truth, he told himself. And if fate was truly so twisted, then perhaps she would not be Tristan’s much longer.

she said, eyes bright, “you got here in time. The Mating Game Ceremony starts in two days.” I raised an eyebrow. “Mating Game?” She laughed, full and easy. “Not as ridiculous as it sounds, I promise. It’s three days for unmated wolves: bonfires, scent trials, challenge runs, and the Moonlight Dance. Think fate meeting festival.” My chest did a little flip. Hope showed up as a small electric thing. “So I might find him here?” Rainey waggled her eyebrows. “With how many unmated males are coming from the surrounding packs? I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

Fate had begun moving its pieces. And before long... The reborn queen and the future Mafia King would finally stand face to face. To be continued...

I shook my head at her, then let out a small laugh. Or how I wish it were just that! Eventually, we returned inside, and I had hoped to see all the stars that I would finally be in the game, but nope. My brain remained exactly where it had been. With Azrael fucking Zephyros and his eyes that glow gold when he is kissed. I tried working. Failed miserably. Tried again, failed again. By the time lunch hit, I had destroyed dozens of prototypes, cut through four sets of gloves, broke 2 beakers, and almost fallen off my stool.

Its almost past midnight but I can't sleep. "Can't sleep huh?" I heard him say "Huh? Your awake too?" He turned to me. "Yep. I can't sleep either" Our eyes met again. For a long while. "Um- wanna watch TV?" He asked. "Yeah sure" I said and sat up. Surfing the channel......nothing good on it. 'Ya Allah soo bored' "There's a movie starting in a few minutes." He said. "Fright night" I read the title. "Ok let's watch"