Fated To Not Just One, But Three Novels & Stories

Gabriel says, and I roll my eyes at him. “Well, what do you suggest then, asshole?” I turn to him and he chuckles. “We have some fun. After all, we have a new mate. Let’s show him what it is to be mated to us.” Ok, I like that idea better. “Hang on, Calista, how do you feel being fated to three men?” I ask, as I see a sly smirk appear on his face. He shrugs nonchalantly.

Lana could feel that he was speaking his heart. “It doesn’t matter who among us three you pick. We all have felt the mate bond and being the triplets we three are your mates. Either way none of us will feel bad even if you take one’s name.” He tried to explain that it didn’t matter whose name she will take at the end. They all owned her, Lana was the fated mate to the triplets. “We are here because we want you and cannot let anyone else take you away.”

Who was now looking at me like his world was ending. "It means," I said quietly, "that you're not my only fated mate." His hands clenched into fists. "No. No, that's not possible. You're mine. The bond..." "The bond is real. But apparently..." I touched the glowing words. "I'm meant to have three." "I won't share you." "You don't have a choice. Neither do I." I met his eyes. "The Moon Goddess has spoken." The pink light began to fade. But the message remained burned into my consciousness.

“Looks like the Goddess has officially assigned your seat in the cosmic triad of fate.” I blinked at her. “The what?” She sipped again, lazily. “I'm sure your boyfriends will explain it all to you. Too long, didn't read version. Denmark is one of three marks of the goddess's sovereignty, and the fact that it's over your heart means that you are fated to be in that triad.”

The old lady muttered, dropping down the glass from my hand. "What do you want from me and you kept staring at me. Do you know me from somewhere?" "No! I don't. I only want to tell you about your fate." She replied, staring widely into my deep emerald eyes. "Your destiny is interlocked with three mates, three mates who are enemies from different packs. You are fated to them so they can make peace with each other." "How stupid is that? As you can see I was rejected today by someone who I believe is my true mate. How on earth can I have multiple mates? Does that even make sense to you?"

Cloaked in that same swirling darkness and green, eyes like a dying star. “You found the heart of the Moon Shrine,” he said. Trenton’s voice was ice. “What do you want?” “A choice.” The fae walked into the circle slowly, not setting off the runes. Not touching the magic. “You’ve bound your lives together. But this shrine is old magic. It does not believe in four hearts. It believes in three.” My stomach dropped. “What are you saying?” I asked. “One of you must be cut out,” he said. “Severed. Broken clean.”

Zane adds earnestly, before coming over to grab my hand and placing a soft kiss on it. “I know I don’t have to be..” I grumble almost inaudibly. “I’m just… Not that experienced…”. “Baby, look at me” Zane pleads, while cupping my face with both his hands, staring deep into my eyes. “Anything we would do with you would be amazing, because it would be with you. Our mate, the love of our lives. And if it makes you feel any better, we don’t have experience with a threesome either”. I frown at that, what does he mean they don’t have experience with a threesome? Answering my unasked question, Zeke adds “we never shared anything together yet. We were saving that for our mate”. I’m not sure if I shou

There was only silence in the kitchen. He frowned, lowering his gaze, as if he were analyzing what I had just told him. When he looked back at me, Parker was gone. Shit! “Fenrir? It’s that you?” He gasped loudly and said, “Explain yourself, mate. What do you mean, you have another mate?” His voice was hoarse and coarse. His eyes dark as night, and I know Fenrir was trying to hide his fury. I swallowed hard and said, “What’s happening is that the goddesses screwed up. They trusted fate, but it perceived you and Peter as one. When my mother said I had three fated mates, she meant you and Peter as one, William and…”

Lorcan huffs, shedding a tear. "We are all fated to each other," Xim replies more calmly from the bed as he cuddles Imagyn closer. "We are fated and home," he whispers to Imagyn, hoping to rouse her, and my tears fall. "I'm lost. I'm sorry," Helena blinks rapidly. "Yes, I have three fated, King Lorcan, Xim, and now our Luna, Imagyn." "Wow," Helena said flatly, looking over Imagyn and all of us. Her expression is quizzical, and I know she wants to ask more but doesn't.

Because the word was starting to fit too easily. The leader smiled faintly. “There were three.” Rhydan went still. Draven didn’t react outwardly. But I saw it. A shift. A recognition forming. Three. My breath caught. “…three what?” The creature’s eyes locked onto mine. “Three anchors.” The bond inside me pulsed again. Harder this time. I winced. Not from pain— from pressure. Like something pressing outward. Waiting. The leader’s voice softened slightly. “You were never meant to carry it alone.”