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She doesn’t. “What is it?” “I miss her. Isn’t there something we can do to bring her home?” “No. In short. We must vice our time. Things need to happen. Fate needs to take place. Not only her future but those of our future children and children after them.” “Why does fate work like this, Alpha?” Her question mirrors the question I’ve been asking myself for many moons. Fate is the inevitable happenings that are destined long before you can even talk. I wonder who comes up with that bullshit and why.

Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.

"Who doesn't know Nicholas Skye, hmm, tell me? Your tales of conquest are around the coast and have traveled far even here in Russia." I stared at her and shrugged. She became serious again. "I see a woman in your life alpha and both your destinies are tied to each other." She said. "What?" I asked. I was dumbfounded by her words. Was she joking with me right now? "You both have been enemies from generations down to your era. This long hatred will end in your reign. A marriage has been prophesied among both packs and can't be stopped even though you both will try. You're fated to each other." she continued.

Alan was going to be a father. "So how am I supposed to tell him? should I plan something?" Hazel asked. Ema immediately grabbed Hazel’s hands, fully entering planning mode. “Yes. Obviously.” She said like it was the most important mission of their lives. “This man planned an entire terrace date with fairy lights for you. You cannot just casually say ‘hey by the way, you reproduced.’” Hazel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Ema.” “I’m serious!” Ema pointed dramatically before suddenly gasping.“WAIT.”

“Perform the damn ritual! Kill her!” Haizea shook her head and looked at me. “She is no longer needed.” Jarith stepped closer, his eyes flickering between me and the witch. “What is that supposed to mean?!” The witch handed him the sword. “To complete the ritual, you need to kill your fated mate.” Jarith's eyes flared. “And how am I supposed to know…” He trailed off and pressed his hand to his chest. Then his eyes turned to Enora. Pushing through the pain, I lifted my head. And then I saw it—the thread between them. It glowed, but it seemed corrupted with dark streaks, as if it reflected the filthiness of Jarith's nature.

This morning as I looked at her, she looked sad, when I asked what was wrong, she said, “today you find out if your fated will reject or accept you and that scares me.” I stand when I hear voices coming in the distance and my heart begins to race in my chest as 2 women appear from behind a clump of trees……

Beings who lived on the fringes of our world, creatures who slipped in and out of human lives, feeding off them, binding themselves to them. One night, I stumbled on an article about a local legend: a cursed protector, a being who appeared human but was anything but. It was said he was bound to a single soul—a “fated mate,” they called it—but his very presence brought danger. Those who crossed his path were never the same. A chill settled over me, but I couldn’t look away from the screen. Fated mate. Protector. The words echoed in my mind, dragging up memories of his gaze, that haunting promise that I’d never be safe around him. Could this really be him?

"That's what scares me." Later, much later, they lay tangled together, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip. The embers had gone cold, but neither moved to relight them. Outside, the sounds of the camp had faded to silence. "If tomorrow goes wrong..." she began. "It won't." "But if it does..." "Then we fight. Together." His arm tightened around her. "That's what fated means. Not that we're guaranteed to survive. That we face it side by side."

The dream-voice answered before I could finish the question. “Not all of my children are blessed the same,” it said, each word settling on me like a stone. “Sometimes a single leap of faith, a sudden shift of luck, is all that is needed to accept what you were destined for. The dreams meant to reconnect your family with their fated mates were hidden from you—their pain clouded their judgment. Still, these visions are maps. Learn them, and you will learn the ways to find your mates, and to your lucky blessings.” Her words pulled my gaze from the pallid moon back to the woman on the grass. My throat locked. The question rising in me sounded louder than the wind.

“They’ll follow the cause.” He leaned on the stone beside her. “You are the cause.” A beat of silence. Then she asked, quietly, “Do you think we can win?” Kieran didn’t answer right away. Then: “I think you’ve already made the impossible possible. And I think Lucian knows it.” Selene nodded, her thoughts churning. She could feel the pull of fate tightening like a snare. The moon hung high and full above them now, casting silver light across the land.