<b>Chapter </b><b>218 </b>
RYN
THIRTEEN YEARS AGO
It was a stormy night and I could not sleep so I grabbed my wolfe toy and went to the stairs to find my parents. There<b>, </b><b>at </b>thending, I found my mother crying in the arms of my father so came down a few <b>steps</b>, sat down<b>, </b>and clutched my toy to my chest.
“Darling, I’m so scared for her.” My mother said to my father. “She has such a hard journey ahead and did you hear what the Moon Priestess said? That our daughter is cursed to walk her journey alone because no man will be strong enough to mate with her? I don’t want my daughter to be mateless!”
My father held her close<b>, </b>caressing her hair. “I don’t either<b>. </b>That’s why we have to find <b>a </b><b>way </b>to help our daughter so she <b>can </b>live a normal life.”
My mother pulled back to look into his eyes while he wiped her tears. “You think that would be enough to <b>help </b><b>her </b>find a decent mate in the future?”
My father sighed. “I don’t know, my love. We’ll just have to wait and see. When she turns eighteen, we’ll be there for her to help her find someone suitable.”
“What if there is none? What if our precious Ryn is too strong for them all?”
My father smiled and lightly kissed my mother. “I found you, did I not? I’m sure there <b>is </b>someone out there strong enough to be our daughter’s mate and also be by her side when she fulfills her destiny.”
“I hope so.” My mother sniffled. “You know we are already in trouble for even being mates.” She said, making my pause. “You being a pure–bred lycan and me being what I am. We’re forbidden and everyone knows Ryn <b>is</b>…an abomination.”
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“Don’t call our daughter that.” My father chimed in, his tone carrying a serious weight. “Our daughter is a gift and whoever she’s mates with will see her for what she is. A gift.”
“I hope she finds him.”
FIVE YEARS AGO
When I turned fifteen, I went to a temple, and waited in line to see the Moon Priestess.
When my turn finally arrived, <i>all </i>I cared about, was knowing if I’d find my mate.
The Priestess, an aged woman, who was nearly blind took a look at my palm and frowned.
“Your journey is hard and rough, girl. The bond you seek is not yours to have, for one is too weak and none is too cruel.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not like the rest of us. Werewolves and lycans have predestined mates but since you <b>are </b><i>a </i>blend of something different, I see no one in your destiny. You are cursed to be alone unless your wolf finds someone worthy of her.”
PRESENT DAY
“Mine.”
The word <b>was </b>quiet but yet it felt like standing in the face of a hurricane.
What’s happening? Who’s mine?
I nced back toward the guy I had been dancing with, but my gaze snagged instead on the Windermere twins. The instant I saw them, my wolf surged to the surface, growling one word with a fierce, possessive rity: “Mine.”
My chest tightened as my heart began to race uncontrobly. Which one? My thoughts spiraled. Which of them is mine? Is this it? Has my wolf finally chosen someone… worthy of her?”
A frown tugged at my lips. I’d known Theon and Miro for a while and not once had my wolf <b>reacted </b>to either of them.
So why now? Why them?
Sadie’s voice broke through the haze as she introduced me to a string of people, but her words barely registered. My focus kept slipping, drawn to the towering presence of the twins. Theon’s piercing blue <b>eyes </b>felt like they could strip me bare, while Miro’s raw, hungry stare, made it hard to breathe.
Heat pooled in my stomach, unexpected and unwee, <b>as </b>I realized how much their presence affected me. There was something about the way they moved, how they carried themselves like gods among men, that left me yearning to be noticed, to stand out.
It wasn’t just their strength or their impossible beauty; it <b>was </b>something deeper<b>, </b>something primal. My wolf stirred again, restless and wild.
I clenched my fists, fighting to regain control of myself. This isn’t me. This can’t be happening. But the truth wed its way to the surface, undeniable and terrifying: I wasn’t just drawn to them–I wanted them.
A naughty image shed through my mind.
Theon is seated somewhere in the dark, watching. I am facing him while Miro <b>is </b>standing behind me, leaving teasing <b>kisses </b>on my neck. When he unzips my dress and lets it fall to the floor, my breasts hang swollen and heavy with erect nipples. novelbin
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