Novel & Cerita Mistaken Match

"Are they complimenting you too?" Yaslyn rolled her eyes. "That just shows they're idiots. I was clearly playing a shooter role. How did they even qualify for the match with that kind of vision?" The opposition stood up upon hearing this, all of them in a bad mood after their loss and clearly irritated by the insults. However, the break soon ended, forcing them to sit back down and continue the match. A best-of-three series—one more win and they could avoid further interaction with the bunch. As Yaslyn put her headphones back on and the match commenced, she realized that her headphones were eerily silent.

"Oh please, everyone should have their own fair share of getting pranked. Those kids are my fair share. You do not have anyone else to play pranks on you except Shawn and I. Consider us your own fair share" "You are unbelievable," Adrian muttered in mock disgust. Shawn gasped in mock incredulity. "Did you just call our Alpha unbelievable?" He turned to Gabriel. "Can we call it treason?" Gabriel eyed him for a minute. "Have you marked her yet?" He asked, referring to Mitchell, Shawn's mate. "Nah. We've decided to take it slow" Adrian snorted. Shawn had been in love with Mitchell since high school. Just before she turned eighteen, which was the age most female werewolves found their mates all

“I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” “I’ve missed you too.” I stepped into his embrace and put my arms around him. Alex shook with emotion as we hugged. After a few moments, we sat motionless on the couch together until Alex wiped his eyes. I wanted to give him time to compose himself, but I was eager to know why he had sent for me. “Victor said you have good news you want to share with me,” I said. “Yes. It’s wonderful news.”Alex tucked his linen handkerchief into his pocket. “I’ve been notified that there was no original lab mistake. They said a computer error caused the false match with Olivia.”

Was it real or something that fate had arranged to get me out of my present misery? Miranda looked thoughtful, "I'm not familiar with the meeting thing. But since mating is the coming together of soulmates. Then one of them was meant to be and the other was false. Or in your case, compensation for the first failed one" she explained. "A compensation?" I asked curiously and she gave a nod, "No one is perfect and sometimes mistakes happen during the soul mate pairing phase, however not everyone is as lucky as you to get compensation for the wrong pairing. Cherish it"

She believed that even though they had just learned that their father was dead, it was better than learning that he was some low-cl*ss scumbag. Miguel on the other hand, couldn't help the suspicious thoughts that were roaming his mind. The gene pool had shown that the result had been completed, meaning that a match had indeed been made, yet when they clicked to view it, the conclusion changed. Almost as if it had been manipulated. Was this perhaps the handiwork of someone else, or had it just been a glitch caused by the nonfrequent maintenance that the site received? After thinking for some time, both Miguel and Michelle sighed out simultaneously.

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."

Then, a sudden, cataclysmic explosion of pure silver fire detonated outward from the basin. The ancient flame roared up to the ceiling glass, blindingly bright, casting a massive, suffocating pressure wave across the entire amphitheater. The digital monitors around the room violently glitched, screens flashing a singular, glowing crimson error code: “Fated Match Alignment: Absolute. Sovereign Line Chained.” The entire cathedral hall froze. The silence was absolute. "No way," an upperclassman Beta gasped, standing up from his seat, his face turning entirely pale. "The system is lying! It's a glitch!"

he repeated, softer now, “he is not the father.” The words did not register at first. They hovered in the air between us, meaningless, empty sounds that refused to form sense in my mind. My ears rang. My heart stuttered, then slammed violently against my ribs like it was trying to escape my body. “No,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “No, that’s not… that’s wrong.” He lowered the file slightly. “The DNA does not match.” “That’s impossible,” I snapped, standing up abruptly. The chair screeched against the floor behind me, the sound sharp and jarring. “You must have made a mistake.”

“My wolf mistook Katherine as my mate. She carried Amelia’s scent and once she caught my attention, Katheine immediately claimed love at first sight, which led me to believe she was my mate. On top of that, she never bothered to correct my assumption or explain the misunderstanding.” “I haven’t heard of many cases like yours, but they do happen sometimes,” Derrick grumbles. “It’s complicated, but I’m sure I’m able to fix everything, I just need a little time.” I tell him. Derrick laughs so loudly, his laughter echoes against the walls. “This is such a bizarre scenario, but it’s amusing, I’ll give you that. Anyway, I won’t get involved in how you deal with both women and let you figure it out

"Not over the phone." My stomach dropped. "Tell me now." A pause. "Brynn—" "Patricia. Tell me now." She took a breath. "There was a mislabeling error in the preliminary screening. The compatibility rating we had wasn't for this donor. Someone in the registry database had their samples cross-referenced incorrectly, and when we ran the full panel today—" She stopped. "He's not a match," I said. "He's not a match. I'm so sorry. I know how much—"