Fated To Not Just One, But Three Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What if you were forced to?" She looks thoughtful. "Well, there have been cases where some males have mated their fated mate but have married someone else. It's kind of like having two wives, but they have to be with one. You can only have a child with a mate, so they use the fated mate to give birth to an heir and their legal wife raises the child. It's a practice in some packs, but it's not considered a good thing. The female counterpart in a fated mate pair is more delicate emotionally. They usually go mad in situations like this. But then, there are also instances when you find a fated mate but you don't think they are a good socioeconomic fit for you, so some people walk away from them

You could have cost us our fated! A sinking feeling sat within my belly. I hoped my wolf was wrong. I would need to process all the information I had learned. I knew that. Ignoring it was never going to help. All this had taught me that. But, first we needed to fix this. I could not lose Seren. Not now. Not after everything. Like they say, the Moon Goddess chooses a fated mate for a reason. I cannot simply let mine slip away...

"The prophecy doesn’t just say you’ll unite the packs. It also says you’ll be bonded to three Alpha's, our fates are tied to yours. We’re your mates, Elixir." The air was sucked from the room. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin cold as ice. "What?" Lucian folded his arms, his face unreadable. "You heard him. You’re destined to be ours. All three of us." I shook my head, backing away until my back hit the headboard. "No. No way. That’s insane. You can’t just… claim me like that." Ewen sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We’re not asking you to decide right now. But you need to think about it. This isn’t just about you, or us. It’s about everyone, the packs, the prophecy, the future."

Ansel tensed beside me, his hands curling into fists. “We don’t need a reminder,” he muttered. Asher elbowed him as a silent warning. Elder Marcellus continued as if he hadn’t heard. “The bloodline remains unbroken, but the moon goddess has chosen to bless us with three princes, not one. But the pack cannot have three Alphas.” We already knew this. We were born knowing this. Triplets. Only one could rule. The elder’s next words made the tension snap through the room like lightning.

He suddenly asked, his eyes on me. "I need just three days," I said, not breaking eye contact and he smirked. "Defeat Faye in the next three days with just one trial and I'll consider allowing you to go against Alec after one week.”

They wanted a life filled with love, trust, and genuine happiness. Together, they made a pact to support each other, to navigate the obstacles that lay ahead, and to build a life worth living. As they set off on this journey, hand in hand, Marvis couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, knowing that she had found someone who would fight for her, no matter what.

I needed to feel her and it was consuming my every thought. 'She is my mate.' Loki growled at River in our mind link. 'She is my mate." He growled right back at me. Well, fuck me silly. We both have the same mate. That probably meant she was also fated to Drake. It was rare for identical triplets to be born, but the few we read about some did share one mate. We knew it was possible, but we also knew the prophecy. Our mate would betray us and she would be the reason we failed in all we did.

Then the realization struck me like lightning. The arrows. They were poisoned. My stomach twisted painfully. The Alpha triplets had meant every word they said. Just ten people were permitted to survive. Everyone else…was meant to die. “Lily… please,” I whispered, my voice breaking.I pulled her closer, holding her body tightly as if refusing to let her slip away. “I’m begging you. Stay with me.” A tear slipped from my eyes before I could stop it. It fell quietly onto her face, her body felt colder in my arms.

“It’s not just about leadership. Or birthright. It’s about the bond with the moon itself. And the prophecy didn’t name one heir, Serena…” She stopped walking. So did I. “It's named three.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “Three?” She nodded. “One born of shadow. One born of flame. And one born of betrayal.” The words settled like frost across my skin. “Who’s the third?” I asked quietly. Her eyes met mine full of dread. “I don’t know,” she said. “But someone else is out there. Someone who carries a part of us… and they might not be on our side.”