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Aninta cried in frustration within her thoughts. There is no such thing as second chance mates, as fiction books often suggest. Fated mates will always be of similar age, if a werewolf falls in love with someone before they turn eighteen, they are blessed with twelve months' grace before they are paired with their true mates. They can choose to either wait for their destined partner or bond with someone they have chosen, allowing the Moon to change the other person's fate to their second-best option. However, each individual only gets one fated.

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He watched as her brunette locks fell as she served him, it took everything in him not to run his hands behind her ears and tug it to the back of her ears. “Here you go. Please ensure you eat and once you are done take this, and I would change your bandage.” he said, standing and bowing at him before leaving him to his meal. “There is none.” Gith said shaking his head as his wolf brain couldn’t comprehend the fact that a human was his mate and not just any mate but his fated one. In the werewolf world, there were two types of mates. Mates and fated mates. Mates were choosing by the Selene, the oracle from the Moon goddess.

I had always believed my mate would come as my knight in shining armor and save me from them but the first wolf who had showed up posing as my mate died a month after we began dating. Two months later, a new mate came. He was from a distant pack. Bold. Handsome. His e yes lit up when he saw me and he dropped to his knees like I was royalty. I smiled. Not because I felt the bond, how could I when I didn't have a wolf? But because I believed the universe had finally heard my plea. He died three weeks in. A rogue attack. A sudden invasion. The doctors claimed they tried their best to save him. The third and fourth didn't even last a week. I stopped counting after that. I stopped hoping.

I furrow my brows, “fated mate? Explain what that is?” She smiles, “werewolves have fated mates, the Moon Goddess tethers their souls together making it one and the love and joy that the fated mates share is unworldly, it’s said that there is no greater love than that of the truly fated mates.” I stop her, “so he was my boyfriend?”

And at that instant, I heard my wolf howl in a loud voice. Mate. The word echoed in my head, leaving me in utter disbelief. My grip on her loosened as confusion washed over me. No... It can't be! She can't be my mate. But as I stared into her frightened eyes, I felt it — the undeniable bond pulling me toward her. Could she really be my mate? If so, why was I only realizing it now? Confusion clouded my mind, leaving me with no choice but to let her be... at least for now.

They were replete with ornate paintings, each one a window to a bygone era, and artifacts that held stories of valor, love, and sacrifice, representing momentous events and influential figures from the annals of their kind. Among the multitude of tales that echoed in the hall, there was one legend that stood out and captivated the undivided attention of every listener — the ancient and revered tale of fated mates. In the annals of werewolf folklore, it was a universally accepted belief that each werewolf, at their core, was destined to find a mate — not just any mate, but one whose soul was intricately entwined with theirs, regardless of the barriers of time, distance, or circumstance. This

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

“Why do I get the feeling that you hate me even more than Priest does?” Shaking his head, he scoffs and pulls my arm out of his grip. “I met my Fated fifteen years ago right here in Vegas in the middle of a suburb,” he starts. “She was beautiful; hair the color of honey, eyes bluer than a cloudless day, and a temperament that could cause even Gabe to calm down.” I frown. “What does this have to do with me? What is a Fated?” He turns around to face me and places the tray on the nightstand. “Ever heard of something called a ‘mate’ amongst werewolves?” I nod. “Well, we vampires have something called a Fated, and only vampires 200 years and older get to meet theirs.”

I felt relieved to see that they have unfastened their ropes and let her scout to one side away from us. "What you got in there?" I locked my head to the side of the corpse. Their glare wasn't as it was anymore, they became aligned, and paced themselves in a stack together as they drift close to me. "You shouldn't interfere anymore Alpha." They spoke their word a gyro and tanned, no longer with fear. They glared and I became surprised, not that I allowed myself to fret at the overwhelming sight of it. We weren't just face-on with Rogues but Alpha wolves. Aloha wolves in a pack of three? It couldn't have struck me other than that. They had come for me and arrested Ariadne because she is my ma