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ZIYAH Caiathus asked to speak to me and said it was fine if I wanted Dante to be there too. I did because I had a feeling of what was coming, and I needed my mates to help me stay grounded. I felt safest when I was around them, even if it was just from memories. He brought us to his suite on the Alpha floor. It was very reminiscent of what our family home looked like. Our families shared a very large estate. Caiathus’ place here was light, airy, and filled with nature murals. It seemed that Elle had a hand here too. “Would you like some Folisa?” he asked us. “Yes,” we said at the same time, bringing a smirk to both our faces. Dante and I were actually fairly similar. Folisa was a Fae alcohol. It had a small portion of magic in it which helped relax us just like regular alcohol would do for others. It was a little more potent for non-Fae, but it would not be harmful. Plus, Dante and Byron would now have our tolerance level. Caiathus looked at Dante closely before he added more Fol
DANTE We had ended up calling it a day after lunch because of the talk between Caiathus and Ziyah. My girl was overwhelmed but would never admit it. So, I took it upon myself to reschedule the meeting. Nobody argued though, but it would not fucking matter if they did. Ziyah was my only priority. It killed me to know more of what they did to her. It was not even a fucking drop in the bucket. I was fucking certain about that. I honestly had not known the consequences of demons having sex with non-demons because there were demon hybrids. Full demons having sex with non-demons was truly fucking sadistic. My mate had been brought to the brink of death time and again just so that Toris fucker could try to control her. I could not wait to dig my claws into the fucker and spend a few centuries returning some of the pain he inflicted on my mate. He would be held accountable for each ounce of pain he caused. Luckily, I exhausted my girl enough that she slept through the night and was not pla
ZIYAH It was difficult being back here at my family’s estate because of the fact that I still had not figured out what I was going to tell my family about everything that had happened. I knew that they were waiting for me to come to them and open up, but I did not even know how to go about that. Over a third of my life was spent in the Dark Fae’s torture chamber. Each day was spent in utter agony, despair, and unending pain. I longed for death, pleading with our gods to stop it all. It was a little ironic that our gods turned out to be deaf, but Dante’s goddess became my savior. Despite everything though, I was happy that my mates were here with me today. I would not be able to face everyone if it was not for their presence. I always found strength with them because I knew that they would always protect me both physically and emotionally. They could pull me back from the depths of despair when not even I could. Seeing Xylern was a great surprise. We had always been close. He was ne
ZIYAH My heart started to hammer in my chest with her confirmation that it was not by chance. I had assumed this entire time that I was just the unlucky one who got caught and kept, but she was making it sound like it was anything but that. If it was not chance, then that meant they needed me for something like Luna Brynn explained with her vision. That would then further mean that I would never escape them because they would not give up. Would the pack be safe? Would my mates be safe? They spent thirty-seven fucking years realizing that nothing they did to me would break me. What would break me though was my family, pack, and people getting sucked into this. What did I bring to their doorstep? What would happen if or when they caught up with me? Dante knelt in front of me, cupping my face. His lips were moving, but I could not hear what he was saying above the blood rushing in my head and heart pounding in my chest. I felt like I was drowning, and I could not even attempt swimm
DANTE I would not tell him lest I wanted his ego to explode, but Caiathus was right about coming to their epic badass grandmother. Grandmother Ayla was a peach, a gem, and a one-of-a-kind woman that I was glad to have met. Goddess, her humor was to die for and the funniest fucking shit I had ever heard. Could we just duplicate her? “Grandmother…” Ziyah sighed as she tried to get her thoughts together. “The Klarish clan has been working with Blantay the High Witch of the Girolamo coven to extract gift-giving DNA from gifted wolves to genetically alter witches so that they will be able to benefit from the gifts.” She explained about interrogating the douchey wolves, where she learned about Haleen. Then she explained about Brynn’s vision that showed us there as well as Blantay and Toris the limp dick. I paid close attention to her as she explained everything so that I would not miss any signs of panic like I did earlier, but my girl definitely holds her own. Her grandmother’s lips w
ZIYAH I knew that I needed to come clean to my family now. I would not explain every single thing to them, but Grandmother Ayla was correct that my parents needed to know. I also wanted Xylern, Uncle Belorne, and Aunt Diyona there as well. Honestly, I did not fully trust anyone else to know at this moment. I sure as fuck did not trust Solana, so I had her taken to lockup. It would ensure that she was unable to access her magic so that she could not just up and leave. Part of me wondered if they knew she had been the last familiar face that had seen me before I was captured. Was she responsible for it? It was something I had always wondered, but I never gave it too much credence. I was not entirely certain though after the attack that just happened. It seemed more likely now than ever before. “You always did enjoy the view from here,” my mother’s voice floated from behind me. I smiled at her and waved her over to me. Her arm wrapped around my shoulder as we looked out at the gorgeou
DANTE “I have no idea what you are even talking about. How dare you come in and throw accusations my way!” Solana fumed, attempting to hide any sense of guilt that would destroy her. The bitch was delusional if she thought I would not pull the truth from her one way or another. She better hope and fucking pray that I did not find out that she had a direct hand in Ziyah’s imprisonment because her life would be filled with more agony and terror than she ever thought possible. Ziyah’s emotions were bouncing around before they settled on determination. There was an edge of darkness in there that really made me fucking curious. “You’re right,” Ziyah said calmly. Solana’s shoulders relaxed with those two words, but she obviously did not know her sister because I could tell even without the bond that she was the cat playing with the mouse. Solana was her prey, and I could not wait for her to strike. “Throwing accusations is childish. So, let’s just find out the truth and do a mind dive.
ZIYAH My back was pressed up against the wall with Dante’s hard body pressed into mine. His lips devoured mine with a hunger that I mirrored. His touch, scent, and need mixed with the sparks from his skin, igniting a wildfire within me. The next thing I knew, my body was lifted up, and my legs locked around his waist. My fingers threaded into his hair and pulled hard. I kissed him feverishly, unleashing the depths of passion I had for this man. My Alpha. His bulge was pressed firmly where I needed it most. My hips gyrated against his, making me moan into his mouth with how good it felt. My arousal perfumed around us. Dante wasted no time as his hand slipping beneath the shirt that I was wearing. My panties were slid to the side before he penetrated my throbbing pussy with two fingers, tearing a gasp from me. “Fuck!” I cursed at the amazing feeling that he was invoking. “So warm and so fucking wet. Tell me who makes you this way,” Dante’s baritone voice said in my ear. His finge
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.