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Looking up at it, it shone brighter and looked prettier. It was nice. My hand curled around the wooden rail, and stare out at the river, my chest heaving with calm breaths. Warm hands landed on my shoulders from behind, staring thumbs digging into the flesh. The same warmth flushed against my ears. “Let’s rewrite our destiny,” Maverick said softly, continuing to step closer. “Let’s be in each other’s destiny.”

He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear, then leans in to whisper, "Baby, I get your point. I just don't like your point. I mean, I hate space. Fuck space! What the fuck is space even when we have a love like ours? Strong like ours? A connection like ours? You might have a boyfriend but your soul and mine, they are connected... You know what that makes us? " he bites my neck gently. "Soulmates."

his fingers swept her hair to the side and he took a step closer to the girl whose lips were now tugging with a small smile, “I have felt this way. At first, I thought something was wrong with me, but no. It seems fate has found us and the Red Thread has tied us together.” Zaramanni frowned slightly. “The red thread?” “Yes. It ties two souls together.” “So,” Zara's lips twitched as she recalled something she read in one of her fictional novels, “are we meant to be mates?” Zaramanni always thought things like that were just myths. She constantly felt that the concept of having a mate was just a term fictional erotica played with. But there she was… standing in front of a gorgeous man whose he

Rakesh replies, "Yes Payal someone says very true that men are so much foolish, even with a slight smile of girls they think they have gained that diva girl but truth is always something else" Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

“I wouldn’t expect anything, I don’t think.” They were almost to the truck. Lu swung her hand playfully. “The thing about soul mates is that they’re a good fit, baby.” She looked at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “I take it you’re a believer, Lu.” He smiled, and kissed her bloodied hand. “There’s a Chinese legend about the Red Thread of Fate. Have you heard it?” “No.” “Two people who are destined to be together are tied together by the red thread. And the thread tangles, and it pulls and stretches, but the idea is that it never breaks.”

The world around me is bursting at the seams as I run faster than physically possible, and then I’m hit with an energy that feels like I have ten suns within me powering my body forward. When I spot her our eyes interlock with one another, and the world fades away leaving her and I surrounded by darkness. She’s radiating a warm light that’s almost healing, and her eyes are glowing silver with a storm swirling within them. The intensity of our mate bond has amplified so much that I can feel my universe shifting to solo revolve around this fiery woman.

But fate had other plans. A body slammed into mine, soft and slight, knocking the air from my lungs. Maximus roared, the word Mate exploding in my mind, louder than a gunshot, sharper than silver. I staggered, my eyes locking on Isabella Hart, her red hair wild, her green eyes wide with panic. My gaze dropped to my hand, then hers, and there it was—the red string of the mate bond, glowing like a lifeline, tying us together.

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

After a quick shower, I scarfed down the bowl of Mac and cheese, my unhealthy eating habits amused me, “Enjoy all you want, Helena. But no more rogue diet before Ashton and Scarlett. It’ll be a bad example for them.” . As I sat down for meditation, Nova returned to my consciousness and explained the previous events. “The three shadows intruding our land weren’t here magically, Helena. You thought that our questionable mate-bond with King Trevor backstabbed us, but it wasn’t the real scenario.” She showed me a red string around her left paw and spoke seriously. “This string represents that we have already met our soulmate, and he’s loyal to us in every way. So, opposing us in this crucial rit