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“You must be soul bonded, then. It’s incredibly rare to be soul bonded, but two pairs? The Goddess chose you all to be Zahra’s mates before you were even born. This is a destiny far outside your hands.” Her words cut deep because, despite all that, Max is still choosing to reject this. To reject me.

Today decides my fate. At the end of today-in a few hours, I would either be my father’s pride, or the stain he’d continue to keep hiding. My world changes today. The day of my eighteenth birthday. “Come on now, it’s not too late, they say the best part of the day is the night.” I murmur to myself, wearing the rug thin with all my pacing. “Yes, what are the chances that I would meet my mate and finally, finally, shift tonight?” I respond out loud.

“My bad.” Victoria sighed again. She’d finally given up on trying to fight me. I could hear her rubbing her eyes through the phone. “A fated mate,” she said gently. “Is different than a chosen mate. It is someone who the universe has destined you to be with. People who are with their chosen mates are said to be able to awaken their deeper, more wonderous powers.”

LIAM’S POV. I dashed out of Geraldine’s without waiting for Bethel, hopping into the car instantly. My heart raced at the thought of what had just happened. I’d waited so long to meet my mate. To my father, and the rest of the Pack, I needed a mate who’d rule by my side, continue the lineage and that, in fact, was the only thing delaying my father from installing me officially as his heir. And now, my chance of being that has being ruined.

Fortunately, she also released my palm before looking at the food I gave her. I suddenly felt scared upon talking to her so I didn't last long and left. Before I could finally get away, I heard her say that word again. "Ill fated." I still remember that a random woman also said that to me before when I was eleven years old. She purposely grabbed my right palm just to see my birthmark clock on it. She keeps telling me that I am ill-fated which means I am destined to fail or have bad luck. I just tried to ignore it until I got to the apartment. I am the only one who will make my own fate for myself and no one is in the position to tell me whether I ended up being ill-fated or not.

“I’ll tell you, but it will not be now, now to your next lives as you will meet him and you will know for, he holds the uncanny resemblance of the two people that dears to you the most.” “So, it was you.” Come in face to face towards the person that is fated to her, yet is asking the very opposite of that intended reason. The fate that was sealed from the very beginning, the destiny that is written beyond the very beginning, and the inevitable chance that started with both the blessing and the curse. She now comes face to face with the person that draws with the blood and marks of both of them. Farah in her new identity and vessel crosses the path and finally towards him.

“O-okay.” “I don’t know if we’re running into a battle, so when we get back, I need you to find somewhere safe. Preferably in the packhouse. There will be people there that will protect you.” I nodded, fully clothed now. Suddenly I heard the gut wrenching crunch of bones breaking and couldn’t tear my eyes from Zak as his body twisted and contorted quickly. His body grew larger and carmel fur sprouted from his skin. In just seconds, the large be

"I wouldn't try that if I were you. Because unlike you who had been spoiled and pampered, I know how to use my hands very well." She said and walked away. Jessica hissed slightly. First it was that sl*t and now this b***h. Freya pushing her little encounter with Jessica to the back of her head, she decided to continue her tour. After some minute, she got quite tired and decided to head back to Ericka's room, but it was too late, she had lost her way by then. She walked further, still trying to see if she could find Ericka's room but it was too no avail. Suddenly, she bumped into a hard chest and the next thing she felt was a thick liquid sliding down her clothes.

Homecourt advantage it is. I felt his warm breath fuming in my nape and my ears. "Hey, what are you waiting for? Let's go, "he whispered, giving me chills all over." drive safely, please." I nodded. "Sure, sir. Hold tight" I started the engine and headed off to the nearest rest house for rent. I was driving so fast intentionally, and I could feel him hugging me tightly as if he was afraid to fall. And my smile went from ear to ear. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Incontro Translation: Encounter Origin: Italian 5 I sit right next to his feet on the edge of his bed while I was waiting for the dreadful five minutes to end. He was sitting down while resting his back on the headboard and had his phone on his hand. Tracy had finally given it to him maybe. He didn't even look at me or made any form of way to start a conversation. Hell, why would be even start a conversation with me? I sigh heavily, making him notice that I was getting bored in here. I think my saliva has ran dry cos we're both so quiet.