Page 11 of Tangled Fates

“We were just talking about this very thing before Elias showed up at the door,” Raven hissed, “and you didn’t think to mention it to me at all? Seriously?”

Dean shook his head. “I made a mistake, and I’m?—”

She pulled her hand away and cupped it back around her mug. “I don’t want you to be sorry; I want you to be better. If I’m supposed to be Alpha, then all of you need to start treating me like it. So, the next time you have a vision? Whatever it is? You tell me, got that?”

Dean nodded his head. “Understood, Alpha.”

She drew in a deep breath through her nose. “Now, what else aren’t you telling me? What other visions have you had while I’ve been here that you’ve been keeping to yourself?”

The second Dean’s face paled; I knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“Tell her,” Levi said.

Raven scoffed as she brought her coffee to her lips. “Of course, you guys know, and I don’t.”

I sighed. “Just listen, and you’ll understand why. Dean?”

And that was when he dropped the biggest bomb of them all onto her shoulders.

“When you first got here, I had a vision of the four of us,” he admitted.

The tired frustration on Raven’s face faltered. “What kind of vision?”

Dean peeked over at me. “A vision of the four of us.”

“Doing what?” Levi asked.

Dean chewed on the inside of his cheek before he drew in a deep breath.

“The four of us… being mated. I had a vision that suggests that the four of us are all fated mates.”

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RAVEN

My entire body went numb before something wet splashed against my shins. Fated mates? What the hell did that even mean? I remembered back to my father’s letter and how he had mentioned that he thought Mom had been his fated mate. But did that mean what I thought it meant?

If I asked, would they even know what Daddy meant?

Does anyone know what they’re talking about anymore?

“Fa—fated… mates?” I asked breathlessly.

“I got the mug,” Levi said.

“Come on, let’s get you sitting down,” Hudson said.

Dean blew past me. “I’ll get something to clean off her legs.”

Hudson gripped my upper arms, and I allowed him to move me as necessary, because the truth of the matter was that I couldn’t feel my legs. Hell, I couldn’t feel anything. It wasn’t until he sat me down at the kitchen table that I found the three of them staring intently at me.

“What does that even mean, fated mates?” I asked.

Dean sat in front of me and laced his fingers together on top of the table. “Fated mates are two or more people that are destined to be with one another.”

I blinked. “So, the universe already has my husband picked out?”

Dean nodded softly. “According to my vision, yes.”

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