Dante the Magical Unicorn eats gems, and he is starving.
ZIYAH Breakfast went really well. Everyone got along, and thankfully Grandmother Ayla kept herself contained for the most part. I had warned her that shifters were not as sexually open as Fae were. Dante, however, was a fucking traitor when he called her out on being reserved. Then she told him about my warning. They were both fucking traitors. Suffice it to say that she was a hit. Everyone loved them some Granny. It was great to see everyone was like this because it gave me a glimpse of the future. A future where our families were just one family. I could tell that Dante had the same thought too. My family even brought Byron into the conversation, and my heart warmed so much at that. I could tell that it meant everything to my mates as well. Mates and bonded were essentially the same concept, so both Dante and Byron were now their in-laws just like I was now the in-law to Dante’s family. “Hey, I have something in the suite for my mother. I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing Dante’
DANTE Caiathus did not respond but took us to the hospital. I had never been more thankful for the fast mode of transportation than I was right then. “Alpha, follow me,” one of the nurses said. I looked down at my precious mate and wanted to fucking cry, but she needed me to be strong right now. She had a broken nose, bruised jaw, and a black eye. That was just what I saw on her face alone. I was almost afraid to find out what other damage he caused. The nurse led us into an examination room and had me lay her down on the bed before asking me to step outside. You could call me paranoid, but I did not want to be separated from her at all. No offense, she was just attacked while in the packhouse. I knew for a fucking fact that anyone could have ill-intentions. It was not that I wanted to think of my packmates like that, but my own mate came first. “With all due respect, I would prefer to stay in the room with my mate,” I told her. She nodded when she heard that. We had not made an
DANTE My arms were wrapped around my mate all night. It took forever for me to succumb to sleep because my body and mind were still on edge over what happened to her. Images of what she looked like when I found her were all I saw when I closed my eyes. Bloodied face, broken nose, and torn dress… My mate went through so much in her life. It was entirely unfair. I felt like a failure for this happening under my nose. Yet, she did not blame me at all. That was one saving grace at least and gave me hope that we would be able to find our way past this in time. I was not looking forward to taking her to the cells where the fucker would be. He dared to lay his hands on my mate, hurt her, broke her bones, touched her body in a way that was meant only for me, and had every intention of taking it further. Last night, I reached out to Elle and let her know that Ziyah had requested that to be with me when he was interrogated. I was not certain if my mate would want her there, but it did seem
ELLE Dante finding his mate had been the best and worst part of his life. Ziyah was perfect for him. It did not matter that she did not have a wolf spirit within her because she found a way to still give Byron his mate and created her own wolf form. It was easy to see how much she truly loved them both and they her. It was the worst part because Ziyah had been mistreated more than anyone I had ever known before. Finding a way for him to help her heal from her trauma was a harsh reality that he must learn to navigate. It had all been past tense until this asshole decided to use her as a punching bag and tried to force himself on her. I had never seen my brother so panicked as he did when he came rushing into the dining room to tell us that he could not find her. We knew the moment that we heard his gasp of pain and saw the blood from the cuts that were slicing his skin open what was happening to her. It caused my own memories to flood through me. How many times had I been in that po
ZIYAH I had stayed composed on the outside while I was dealing with the bastard, but I was anything but composed on the inside. He reminded me about what it was like underneath Toris’ thumb. It would be great if I could just forget all about that part of my life, but that was not possible. Knowing that he planted explosives around the pack made me murderous. I would be damned if I let anything happen to this pack if I could prevent it. There was no telling if I could, but I knew where I could go for answers, and she would tell me one way or another. Dante did not want to let me out of his sight, but he had to work on the bastard while I worked on the bitch. He did relent once Elle offered to go with me. Nate also accompanied us. “I need you both to stand outside the cell. The door can be open, but my power could harm you if I lose control. Marcia’s mind will be even more fortified than his,” I told them before we got to her cell. They both looked hesitant but agreed once I reminde
= DANTE Nate had, per my instructions, kept his mindlink open because I did not trust the bitch anywhere near my mate. I was glad that he did because I had heard everything. Not only did they make explosives to destroy this pack and my family leading it, but she tied it to my mate. Nobody but her could even touch them. If that was not bad enough then a message would be displayed which would point to my mate as the reason why our pack lost lives. She could have just fucking toying with her, but I highly doubted it. Marcia and her mate were that fucked up. ‘Havathi, I put a sleeping and paralysis sigil on her that can’t be lifted by anyone except you and I. She’s part of the Girolamo coven. There’s no way that she realized who I was or else they would’ve been here by now.’ Add that to the list of grievances against the bitch. I would just off her now if there was not even a remote possibility that we would need her to find out what other skeletons were in her closet. Not to mention
ZIYAH Guilt threatened to drown me as Dante and I were getting ready to search out the explosives because my involvement caused her to bind it only to me, resting the fate of the pack on me. This would have been a much easier mission if anyone could touch and disarm them. Disarming them was an entirely different affair. She was a fucking clever bitchy witchy and made sure that only he knew how to do it. That was a great ploy on her part because she knew that he would not last against anyone. Therefore, by the time that his mind was fried, the answer went up in smoke. The bitch was a master manipulator. It made me wonder what else she had manipulated while being in this pack. Was anyone or anything safe? Dante had put out a pack-wide mindlink about going to the packhouse auditorium. That was the only place big enough for the entire pack. Our warriors were tasked with keeping everyone in the auditorium under the guise of a security breech. A couple of my family stayed behind. Dante’
ZIYAH It felt like an eternity passed. In reality it was no more than a few moments. A choked sob let my throat when it was disarmed. By the gods, this had been the most stressful fucking day in my entire life. That included being at odds with my siblings, being the target of attempted assassinations, being held prisoner, and waking up after nearly being taken advantage of. Nothing compared to the worry and stress of pack members dying from this. I transformed back into my wolfy and took the device back to the group. There were encouraging smiles all around. I knew that this was not easy on any of them because it had to be me that did this. We did not have a choice at all, which just made I that much harder for them to stand by when none of them want me to be on the front line. ‘There was an additional layer of security on this one, making it five instead of four like the others. The bitch decided to make it a fucking riddle of all things. What’s next? A tongue twister?’ I pushed o
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.