Page 11 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

‘No one can avoid their fate, Ayden. Not even the gods.’

Chapter Six

Sasha

Iwanthim.Idon’t want to want him, but I do. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.

Even now, as I rested in my tent, I’m thinking about him and the way it felt with his arms around me. Imagining what it would be like to feel his skin pressed against mine.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned to myself as I pulled my pillow over my face. “This can’t be happening.”

I could hear my wolf chuckle in the back of my mind. She was taking far too much pleasure in my torture. Then again, in her opinion, I was putting myself through this torture unnecessarily by resisting the mate bond.

“There has to be some kind of cosmic mistake happening,” I told myself for the millionth time now.

But it had to be a mistake. There was no way that I was mated to Ayden. Not when the very fates who determine these bonds had sent me a prophecy all those years ago. A prophecy that is completely hypocritical to pairing us as mates.

I rolled over onto my side and thought about that day. The day that I had my first and only vision from The Fates.

It had been so public. Right there on the stage at graduation. The Fates had spoken through me. My voice distorted as it echoed over the crowd.

Ayden had been standing right there beside me when it happened. I still remember the horror on his face as I came back and stared at him with a newfound distrust.

The Fates had prophesied that Ayden would be my death. That he would be the death of everyone and everything that we knew.

I could still remember the words as they had flowed from my lips and to everyone in attendance at our graduating class ceremony.

In the whispers of the ancient woods,

Where shadows dance and secrets brood,

A prophecy unfolds, dark and dire,

Of a soul enshrouded in consuming fire.

Ayden Fairchild, bearer of fate’s scorn,

Shall tread a path where darkness is born.

To all he touches, peril shall cling,

A harbinger of chaos, an unholy king.

To those closest, his danger shall bind,

Leaving shattered hearts and souls confined.

Shifters and witches, beware his name,

For he heralds naught but sorrow and shame.

In the crucible of destiny’s flame, Sasha, hear and heed the silent claim.

For sworn enemies shall you become,

Bound by threads of fate, by fates undone.

Yet in the depths of this deceitful plot,

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