Page 101 of Villainous Fate

Marcus. Mate.

Deacon needs us.

Mate.

It wasn’t until Marcus took control of his wolf that I regained control of mine.

How could they do this to us?

How could they give me Deacon, his love, his strength, his life, and then make Marcus my Fated?

Since I was ten years old, I have believed. Finding Deacon’s beaten body gave me all the proof I needed that they had a plan. They gave me my wolf, and I’ve never felt more whole.

The two pieces I need.

Mate.

This must be a mistake. I can’t be his.

My wolf snarls at me, and I get it. I’m mad at myself, too.

Marcus is incredible—handsome, intelligent, funny, kind. Anyone would be lucky, more than lucky, to be Fated to him.

But I promised my heart to Deacon.

Mate.

I know!

Grabbing my pillow, I scream as loud as I possibly can into it, trying to let out every ounce of anger I have inside me.

How am I going to tell him?

This isn’t the message you deliver over the phone or in a letter.

Hey, I hope all is well. By the way, small thing, I’m Fated to your best friend. Surprise.

This will break him.

What am I going to do?

If I accept it, I will lose Deacon.

If I reject it, I will lose both Marcus and my wolf.

Would Deacon still accept me knowing I’m Fated to another?

Of course, he would. He loves me.

Would he accept me if I didn’t have a wolf he could chase around? If I couldn’t have his pups? Or if I had pups that would share in my punishment with me.

A million questions spiral in my mind, like a mouse on a wheel I can’t get off of.

Why Fates?

How could you?

I believed in you!

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