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DANTE I had not anticipated that she would want to complete the bond tonight. The only goal had been to give her a great first date – a prelude to our forever. Well, I supposed that her addition to the date certainly qualified that as well. It would be a fucking understatement if I said that intimacy had been a worry of mine. Not that we would never have it, but that I did not want to hurt her or trigger her. She went through some serious trauma that would not be overcome with a snap of our fingers. However, I had vowed that I would always be as patient as necessary. My mate trusted me enough to give me the honor of being tied to her despite everything that had been taken from her. The fucking hell that she had been through was more than anything I could have ever imagined. My mate, however, was the strongest person I had ever fucking known. “You must tell me if you want to stop at any point, and I’ll stop immediately. Okay?” I told her seriously. “I promise. I trust you, Dante. I
ZIYAH “I can walk,” I mumbled sleepily. Never had I felt so sated and relaxed as I did in this moment. Mating with him was the most incredible experience of my entire life. There was a small part of me that worried that the act itself might trigger memories, but that did not happen because it was Dante. Focusing on him got me through everything, and I was incredibly thankful that it was very possible to mate with him. My exhaustion was due to the two rounds of it and four orgasms tonight. Dante certainly knew how to give me insane pleasure. “I know you can, but I’m enjoying having you in my arms. Let me take care you, babe.” He nuzzled my neck where he marked me. I kissed his chest and snuggled in even more. It was really sweet that he wanted to take care of me and was something that I had not experienced since I was a child. I had always been extremely independent and rarely relied on others for something that I could do myself. It was different with Dante though. He wanted to ta
DANTE ‘Do you need more help with them? If not, I was going to go take a shower,’ Ziyah linked me, never once meeting my eyes. ‘I’m good here, babe. Let me know if you need anything,’ I told her. She just nodded once and walked away. My heart was breaking for her because of being forced into this situation where she was accosted by the memories of what those fuckers did. The asshole’s senses cut back on the moment that Ziyah left the cells. “Who the fuck are you?” one asshole growled. “Someone who’ll make every remaining moment of your fucking lives a living hell. You hurt someone who means everything to me. I had made a vow that everyone who hurt her will hurt a hundredfold for every ounce of pain they inflicted upon her.” My knee collided with his groin hard enough to drop him to the ground, crying like a pansy-ass fucking bitch. It did nothing to soothe my fury though because my mate was hurting right now all because of seeing these fuckers. My men just stood by and watched a
ZIYAH I was unsure how I had kept myself composed enough to get the three bastards to the cells was beyond me. However, I felt myself slipping and knew that I had to get away from them before I broke down. Dante had found me in the shower and just held me while Byron purred at me. They were both comforting me. They had both been amazing pillars of support and strength for me since the day that I woke up in the hospital. I knew that they would be fine with me talking to them about what happened, but I had the urge to speak with Elle. So, I was glad that she agreed to meet up. It was not far to get to their pack, a mere ten-minute drive. I was not certain what to expect Nightshade to be like, but it was easy to see that it would be nearly impossible to penetrate with all of the security. Dante had explained that Nightshade was a sanctuary for gifted wolves, and as such it was imperative that they had heightened security. He also explained that packs sometimes launched attacks agains
ZIYAH Last night, Dante had told me that I could redesign my room so that it would become ours. I absolutely loved the room, but I also loved the idea of making it our own. It would be designed for the three of us. If someone had told me that I would be mated to a supernatural being that had a wolf spirit inside of him, then I would have questioned their sanity. However, it was an amazing blessing that I would always be grateful for. Byron is mine just as much as Dante is. It might seem like an odd pairing to some, but it made sense to me. It was just an undeniable truth – they were mine. “Byron,” I said, rubbing my nose along my mate’s neck. “Yes, Little Fae,” he responded, arching his neck to give me better access. “Do you want to go for a run?” I asked him with a hopeful expression. He let out a growl that went straight to my core. By the gods, I loved their growls. A tap to my ass made it even worse. Oh, he was evil because they both seemed to know how to make my body respond
DANTE Ziyah giggled as my hands rubbed the body wash along her skin in the shower. We had just gotten back after her and Byron’s bond solidification. My wolf was really fucking sated right now, relaxing back with a smug smirk of satis-fucking-faction. I had never been overly playful or anything, but Ziyah made me a better fucking person all around. It was like I could finally appreciate life. Not to sound too fucking cliché or anything but having my girl in my life made me stop and admire the little things. How did the saying go? Made me stop and smell the motherfucking roses and shit. “Havathi,” she drawled, looking up at me with her gorgeous eyes. “Babe,” I drawled back. She giggled again as I dried her body off. My mate was very ticklish, and I did not feel too fucking horrible for exploiting that because her giggles sounded like music from the mouths of angels. “I’ve thought long and hard about this and spoke with Elle about it too. I want to be there when you deal with the
ZIYAH I looked at my clothing, trying to figure out what I wanted to wear. We would be meeting up with the ‘Mission Control Fuckers’ as my mate so lovingly referred to them as in order to discuss how we would save Haleen and the innocents from the Slater pack. This was the first impression, and I had ridiculous nerves running through me right now because it would be the first time that they would meet Dante’s mate. Thus, I wanted to make a good impression. “Everything okay, babe? You’ve sighed three times in the past few minutes and have been staring into the closet for the past ten,” Dante said as his arms wrapped around me. I leaned into his chest and tilted my neck so that I could look up into his ridiculously handsome face. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen before in my entire life. “I just can’t decide what to wear,” I said softly, biting my lip. “This is the first time I’ll meet them as your mate.” Dante turned my body and cupped my face with the palms of his ha
DANTE It was really fucking interesting to see how interwoven things were. There were little connections that none of us had expected. Mira was a wonderful girl that I’m really happy that Theo and Brynn have. She took after Brynn even if she was adopted. It seemed that the Goddess knew who she needed in life and brought them together. Then we had Brynn’s grandmother who had met and offered comfort to Ziyah before she became a prisoner of the fucking darkies who would be dead sooner or later. One connection that I never fucking saw coming was that the bitch responsible for murdering Janina’s parents was the same fucking bitch responsible to aiding the same darkies. Disgust followed by surprise, shock, and fear flooded her system before she pulled away from Brynn’s vision and ran out of the room. I followed right behind her and found her puking in a trashcan. What in the actual fuck did she see that elicited such strong emotions? “It’s not just Blantay that’ll be there. Toris and
To All of My Lovely Readers, First of all, I want to give you my deepest gratitude for your continued support with the Fated series and the Dark Moon series. There is still plenty of story to be told between the two. Dante and Ziyah were two of my favorite characters to write about because their lives were filled with so much pain, but it only made them stronger. The Goddess paired them together because they could truly understand and support what their mate had gone through. “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” is book three in the Fated Series, which is currently up now! It follows Kade, Elle, Dante, and Ziyah as we round out dealing with the Darkies and developing the Supernatural Council. It crosses over with “Design of Fate” – Book Two of the Dark Moon Series. That one follows Jackson and Imeela as we round out Brynn’s Vessel prophecy. Thank you,Shana AllenThe current and upcoming books include: Fated Series: “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” (Complete)“Fated Soul – Fated Light”
There were a few different questions that had been asked over the course of the books within both series that had been released thus far. I figured that the best course of action was to answer a few of them here.-Q: What gods have been used throughout the books?A: The first one to be mentioned was Selene the Moon Goddess. “Fated Soul – Fated Light” introduces the three Fae gods – Ylonte, Danthali, and Slyersa. Ylonte was the god responsible for creating the Trelinin Protector lineage. The book also mentions Hecate – the goddess associated with magic. She was responsible for giving Selene the magic, which was given to her wolves in the form of gifts.Q: Why would Selene allow Elle to be harmed like she was?A: Even though Selene is a goddess, her interference within the lives of her creations has to be limited. Elle went through unimaginable trauma, but it made her into the fierce warrior that she became – the one who could and would stand against any threat to protect others. The t
SNEAK PEEK – “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” - ZIYAH I rocked my sweet baby girl in my arms after she finished eating. By the gods, I had never felt as content in all of my years as I did right now, holding one of our daughters in my arms. Blakely was an interesting mixture of her father and I. His black hair had natural white highlights in it. She also had his gorgeous blue eyes but had amethyst specks in them. Then she had my skin tone. She was absolutely perfect. She was the last one to feed this morning. Dante was giving me time to love on the triplets before we headed out. The time had finally come to deal with the Klarish clan. We spent weeks devising the perfect attack plan. Well, at least as close to perfect as possible. The clan had no qualms about playing dirty. There was also little known about their true strength when it came to the power amongst their people. As such, going to the castle would be a stupid idea. So, we had figured out the perfect way to lure them to us.
DANTE 100 years later – I leaned against the railing of the balcony, looking out over our amazing pack. Shadow Falls started out with just over a hundred people when we were still Shadow Creek. It grew to five thousand when our triplets took over. Now, our pack was triple even that. Each of our seven children took after their mother when it came to their passion and desire to become fucking badasses. Our triplets were exactly what this pack needed to flourish and become more of a force than our pack had ever been before. Every new set of leadership made us so fucking proud. Byron and I knew what it meant for us when we found out that our mate was Light Fae. Our lifespan would lengthen to that of the Fae. We would have a long life with Ziyah, but that did come at a cost as well. We outlived most of our family and friends. Goddess, it was so fucking hard to deal with. We learned how important it was to appreciate the good times, acknowledge the bad, but never take a single moment for
ZIYAH Twenty Years Later – “Momma, are you ready?” I turned around and saw my beautiful girls. Blakely and Grenza. By the gods, they have grown into amazing young women. I was so incredibly proud to be their mother. Blakely was our kindhearted spitfire who would go toe to toe with anyone in order to protect someone who needed it. Dante always teased her that she took after me because of that but also because she developed a combat magic soul skill as well. It was one reason why she headed the warrior and combat division of our pack and moonlighted when other packs or academies needed her expertise. Blakely’s skills were highly sought-after. She has had her own issues this year with a mate who recently made a mess of things the moment that the bond snapped into place. I was holding onto the hope that they would work things out. Fated bonds were not always easy in the beginning, but they were such a precious gift from the Goddess. Trust me when I tell you that Grant and Gabriel wer
ZIYAH Solana’s suite was locked up so tightly that nobody but her could enter it. Well, we will see about that. There was something that many people did not realize about setting magical locks like this. Any lock could be broken as long as something stronger acted as the key. It was the same way that I worked with the locks on the shifter at Alpha Peter’s pack when we went to save Ashton. Solana, despite having added outside power into her magic, still had far weaker magic than I did. Therefore, all I had to do was magically smash the locks. Dante watched me with morbid curiosity as I broke through each layer of defense. It only took about five minutes for her door to swing wide open. I flashed him a smirk and walked into the room. Honestly, I had never been in her space before because she and I had never gotten along once. She was older than me and held some stupid grudge because I put the time and effort into excelling at what I did. She just wanted prestige without all of the h
ZIYAH Two girls and a boy! I still could not wrap my head around that. I could not wait to hold them in my arms and show them how much they were loved. I had honestly given up hope of ever being a mother the moment that I woke up, chained to that concrete floor. It just proved that there was hope even in the most terrible of situations. “I was thinking that we could go somewhere special,” I told Dante with a mischievous grin. I had already planned on visiting Solana the moment that I knew that we would be coming to the estate. There were questions that I wanted and needed answers to. The only way I would be getting those was from her. We would be forced to deal with the Darkies sooner or later, so we needed all of the intel that we could get on them. Until I had escaped, I had only ever been in two rooms. Then I had always been blindfolded when I moved between the rooms. Solana would be our source of intel because she had visited there. I highly doubted that they would have treat
DANTE I had never really been a morning person until my mate became pregnant and began doing prenatal yoga each morning. The pack had quite a few pregnancies right now, so she started a morning class for all who were interested. There were over twenty. Each class gained at least one new participant. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a creepy fucking stalker?” Chris asked, leaning along the railing next to me. “Yes, they have,” I said matter-of-factly. “However, if I’m one then so are you because your eyes haven’t left your mate.” He chuckled because he knew I was right. This class started because Ziyah needed to do it for our blobs, and she felt that it would be good for Charlene as well. After this class, we were heading over to the estate so that she could get checked out by the team there. We were curious about the genders, but it would be easiest done by the specialists. It did not matter to us what they were, but we were both the type who preferred to be as prepared as p
DANTE ‘Stop it, babe. It wasn’t your fault, and you shouldn’t feel guilty. He shot me because he did. It was his choice and wasn’t your fault. Your aura saved my life and saved our people from getting hurt by the fuckers that it knocked out. I wouldn’t have changed a single fucking thing.’ Her eyes met mine, and I saw the guilt lessen as my words washed through her. This was not her fault at all. I had never truly been able to understand what Kade had gone through when he was in front of those who had hurt my sister. Well, that was until I had experienced it with Ziyah. Now, I was able to understand the pull between destroying the threat and leaving said threat to experience the painful consequences of their actions. This fucker before us was one who hurt my mate. Byron was pissed. I was pissed. We both wanted his blood, but we also wanted his suffering. Our instincts quieted some when Ziyah had her cousin bring something that she had created. It did sound really fucking painful.