Romans & histoires You Were Destined For Me Perhaps As A Punishment

And tonight, it might be mine too. The prophecy pressed against me like a weight. You and she are destined. You are meant for her and she was meant for you. I had carried those words for years, carved into me like scripture, but destiny didn’t account for Phantom. Destiny didn’t account for the way she looked at him, the way she chose him over and over despite his endless screw‑ups.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

My mind was elsewhere as it had been stuck in the past few hours in the images I couldn't erase. I let out a shaky breath to calm myself but the words slipped out again. "This must be my punishment." Reid froze with his grip tightened on the steering wheel. I wasn't even looking at him, my gaze was distant with my expression hollow. was "For loving the person who was not supposed to be mine," I whispered. "For believing in something that was never real." My hands clenched into fists and my nails dug into my palms. "This must be my punishment." Reid turned to me with his eyes dark and the expression was unreadable.

My search for a mate was long over years ago — not due to hopelessness, but because I knew the goddess had cursed me for my father's sins. My father had burned villages and called it glory. I carried his shadow. And the goddess, I believed, would never smile on me with affection as long as that blood still flowed through my veins. So I walked down the corridor that morning, considering treaties and territory — not fate. And yet there was destiny waiting for me around the corner. I didn't even notice her before it happened. A shoulder brushed against mine, softly as a breath, and I turned in a whirl. "Watch where—"

“W…what? You can’t expel me ma’am. I…it was not my fault. I was stalked and almost violated. Those are illegal photos taken of me without permission…” “Here you go again with your excuses instead of owning up to your mistakes. When are you going to get rid of your victim mentality?” She sneered. I internally scoffed. She never called me over to listen to my side of the story. She could not even ask why I looked like a mess. As expected, my life meant nothing to anyone. I felt worthless and hopeless. Being an omega was truly the worst fate the moon goddess could ever give to me.

"Futile." The curse had been placed on me right from my mother’s womb. A punishment for sins I never committed, for crimes my ancestors had buried in the past. I was made the sacrificial lamb, condemned to a life of bloodshed and chaos, my hands stained with the lives of those I never wanted to harm. And the only cure, the only way to break this endless cycle of destruction, was to find my destined one. My mate. But where was she? "Three days ago, the boy," Caspian said quietly, as if the words themselves might set me off. "Two days ago, the horses. Yesterday, some of the elders."

The mark throbbed, alive and insistent, a reminder that destiny could not be ignored. I clenched my jaw and took a steadying breath, my fingers curling over the wrist where the light still pulsed beneath my skin. My destiny was real. My connection to him was undeniable. And whether he chose to accept it or not, the bond between us had begun, and there was no going back.

“You need to let go of that mentality. No one deserves such a punishment, no matter what the crime is. And especially not from family who is supposed to protect and love you.” Shame and embarrassment rippled through me and heat flooded my face. The fact that she knew a lot about me made me feal weak and vulnerable. I was a bastard, I was sure she already knew that. But did she know that nothing good could ever come out of me? Everything I touched died. I killed my own mother while coming out of her. “You have no objective of what you are…” she persisted, placing her hand on top mine for a minute. “I crave I could tell you, but I must let you find out about your personality. You have a destin

He ran his hand along my neckline, tracing it slowly down to my belly button. "These marks... they did this to you, didn’t they?" he whispered, turning me around to inspect my back. "Even these!" he said, pressing one of my wounds. I gasped in pain. "To this extent, Hazel?" he snapped. "Why didn’t you run? Why didn’t—" "Because that's my destiny. That's all the Moon Goddess created me for: pain or nothing," I mumbled, trying hard to hold back the tears forcing their way out of my eyes.

“I could’ve chosen to ignore you when you approached me. Even after I discovered this information, I could’ve acted like I didn’t know anything and not tell you.” She lifted her eyes and looked into the distance, her gaze calm and unfeeling. “These are all my own choices, it’s not your fault, it’s not anyone’s fault. This is my destiny. I was destined to be played with by an idiot like Ben Zeller, destined to suffer through this calamity, and also destined…” She lowered her head and gently stroked her flat tummy. "And also destined to be pregnant with the devil’s child.”