Novel & Cerita Fated To The Alpha (fated Series)

My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces as I cried out, "How can I be happy if you're gone?" Tyler's voice remained resolute, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering determination. "Because Chase and Malik will be there for you, taking care of you. You're the alpha of your pack, and I have faith that you'll be strong, kicking ass, and taking names. And, they need you to lead the way for change," he explained, managing to muster a small smile despite the pain.

His mark was an exact match for the one on my head. I needed to be strong like he’d raised me, regardless of the rumours about the other packs and the stories of what happened on Alpha Islet, even though I wouldn’t see him for four years. "Hold down the fort while I'm gone," I said, pulling away. "I'll be back before you know it—an alpha heir, ready to serve." I saluted him with a silly grin, hoping to keep things light. Pursing his lips, he cleared his throat. "Just be safe, Fia. The other heirs won’t like another Orbit Clan wolf on the island."

There’s no way to prove it, and with fated mates being so rare, who would believe us? I can already see the accusations against Wren. She tricked me, she’s bewitched me, I’m blinded by her, and the list goes on. Alpha Ian’s fated mate was a beta female, from what I remember, and people didn’t believe him. Hell, I didn’t believe him. No way in hell people would believe an Alpha Supreme was mated to an omega. Honestly, there is part of me still in denial that I have a fated mate, let alone a fated mate that’s an omega. It feels like some cruel joke that the moon goddess is playing on me.

" He rolled his eyes. "Oh, okay, bet- I mean Riggs." "Well, Alice, yeah." He shrugged like it was nothing. "And no one told me? Alpha was so possessive and upset with you like he had some rights over me, I can't believe-" "She's his arranged mate, not his fated mate." "Wait, what does that mean?" "It means the woman fated to alpha is still out there somewhere, they have the mate connection, so we can still call it forced, that's why he seems to have so much control over who he likes, and how he wants to treat them."

I stared into his eyes and couldn't help but feel blissful. Although we had been separated from each other for centuries, we still found the way back to each other again. I hooked my hands around his neck and gave him a peck. "I know.... and I am fated to love only you Alpha." ~End~

She would never listen again. She reached a rocky promontory as the sun began to bleed into the horizon. She turned, looking back. The forest stretched, an infinite, dark sea. Somewhere in its heart, a Alpha grieved in a palace. A brother schemed in a cell. A sister paced in a gilded cage. Let them. Let them have their titles and their ruins. Turning west, she faced the dying light. Her escape was no longer from a person, or a pack. It was from a prophecy. From a role she never auditioned for. The story of the Fated Mate was over. It had a terrible, unambiguous ending.

And Tessa standing there, trying so hard not to break. Something ugly twisted inside me at the memory but even uglier at the thought that even after our declaration of her being our mate, she couldn't trust us to protect her. “Still, she shouldn't be afraid of us,” I said coldly. Asher exchanged a glance with Hayes before speaking carefully. “Landon… we're the future alphas of three territories.” ‘But Tessa doesn't want to know that,’ I grumbled inwardly, still pained. “So?”

“Now that we have the rightful Alpha knocking at your door, you need to get Pitman out of your system.” She stepped closer, adjusting my gown as if I were a doll. “You knew but allowed me to continue because he was an Alpha? And now?” I asked bitterly. “Now you should stop romanticizing Pitman. He should have been the first to ask for your hand in marriage, but he is late now.” She rolled her eyes and I stared at her in horror. “You should be thanking the Moon Goddess. You got an Alpha for an Alpha. No loss,” she smiled. “Alpha Fauz is your fated mate. An Alpha strong and respected. This union will elevate us.”

I didn't have to wait long. "You really made a mess of things, little witch." I looked up. Standing by the iron gate was Alpha Clinton. He looked older, his hair greying at the temples, a smug, predatory light in his eyes that I remembered all too well from my childhood. I hadn't seen him since the night everything burned. "What do you want, Clinton?" I asked, my voice cracking. "To save your life," he said, stepping into the dim light. "You’re a witch in wolf territory. You’re already dead; you just don't know it yet. The pack won't keep you. They’ll string you up by sunrise."