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Had I ever been a person with such a vivid imagination? I remembered the book. It was a book in which a girl named Lily suffered a lot to get with her mate who she fell in love with at first sight. It would not be a cliché web novel if the mate loved her back. He did not. In fact, he was unsatisfied with her.

he took a step closer to me. "They are very intentional about these things. Yet, mistakes have been made. People have mistakenly marked the wrong people. However, it doesn't make things easier. Somehow, the mark and connection are supposed to fade after a short period of time and if it doesn't, it can be undone when the real mate is found, but since you argue that you can never have a mate and we know how unlikely it is for her to find hers, especially after what she has gone through in Crimson, you have your work cut out for you." "Fuck," Liam groaned, "What do I do? What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

"One wrong step and we're done for." "Maybe if we watch it for a while," Damon says, "we can find a pattern." "It's like a living, breathing thing," I murmur, my eyes fixed on the shifting patterns of the lava river. We sit for a while, watching and studying the maze, trying to find a pattern, a way to cross it safely. Nothing emerges, though. If there's a pattern, it's hours long. "I'll go." Alec straightens up. "What?" I grab his hand.

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

But as soon as I saw her, it was like I was transported back in time. I wanted to care for her and protect her, just like I had once before. Being with her reminded me of what I was missing. I could no longer accept a mate based on my pack’s arrangement. I wanted a mate I loved. I wanted to be with someone I could devote myself to. Not someone who made me sick every time I saw her. I’d let them steer my life in their own direction for long enough. Now, it was time to take back control. It had all started when I was sixteen. My life was uprooted because of a prophecy. According to the prophecy, I would meet my mate in a remote town far from where my family lived.

The need to find our mate, to reunite with her, was overwhelming, and it pushed me forward, urged me to keep searching. The moment I opened my eyes, Isabella's location was imprinted in my mind and I turned to Alan, who stood before me, silent and watchful. "Get the cars ready," I ordered. "I found her." ~ ~ ~ "Secure the perimeter. I'll go in first," I growled, as I stepped out of the SUV, the smell of pine and damp earth filling my nostrils. The mate bond tugged at me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the empty forest. I began to sense Isabella's sadness, a tightness in my chest growing with every step. What was happening to her? Anger boiled in my blood, mixing with fear and desperation.

He didn't say thanks, but he didn't throw it in the trash either. "Step one of the friendship mission is a success," I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. Later that afternoon, I had to head back to Mayla’s. I still had two boxes of books and some winter clothes to move, and as much as I loved my new freedom, I missed my niece even if she knew how to get on my nerves. The Beckett house felt different when I walked in. It was still beautiful and smelled like expensive candles, but it felt hollow. I was taping up my last box when a shadow fell across the doorway.

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.