All Chapters of Chosen Mates, Stolen Fates: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kira“Where are we eating?”Perrin just grumbles, mentioning that he made a private reservation for two at one of his favorite restaurants. He makes a call, somewhat defeated, and then hangs up from Corbellas–a fantastic Italian place– muttering something under his breath about wanting to claim the restaurant for a better memory… whatever that means. I feel bad. He was so in control just a moment before, and now, he’s all flustered and sad.“I can always back out,” I offer, not wanting to upset him. It’s clear that he still has a lot of catching up to do with his mate, and this time, in public.He rubs the back of his neck as we walk to the parking lot. I’ve got my bike, and Charlie is waiting for him. “It’s fine. She’s already invited someone else.” I can’t help but see how dejected he looks, and that makes me annoyed. “Why would she invite someone?”He sighs. “She said it’s someone she wants me to meet.”“Someone here that you don’t know?” That sounds doubtful. He shrugs. “I gues

JesamineI was just about to drift off to sleep when there’s a knock on the door. I’ve been in a foul mood ever since Lo and Perrin’s visit earlier and was just trying to clear my mind with a long-overdue nap.“Who is it?” I mumble.The visitor knocks again, unable to hear my groggy question.“Who is it?” I call louder.The door opens, and to my complete surprise, Jack hobbles in, supported with a crutch on one side. I heard rumors of his alleged injury the night of my own attack before the Sacred Call, but I hadn’t so much as seen or heard from him. Not that we’re friends or anything. Hell, Perrin barely was. And besides, Goddess knows I’ve had bigger things on my plate. But I knew from Jennivah that he was in here healing from a pretty messed up leg injury.“May I come in?”“Sure.” I sit up in the arm chair and adjust the blanket I have pulled over me. “Actually, can you kick up the thermostat?” I gesture underneath the blanket, pointing t== to the far wall. Jack hobbles over to th

Deidre “Good evening, Luna.” “Good evening, Benjamin. I hope you had a good day.” He winces as if in pain, but then politely smiles. I pull up the sleeves of my baggy sweatshirt and take off my hat, smoothing my hair. The evening was warmer than I anticipated. He asks, “Do you really need the cloak and dagger?” I laugh. “It’s just easier this way. Peace is harder to come by these days it seems.” “I understand.” I’m not sure that he does, but don’t question him. The nice thing about our arrangement is that he hasn’t once sent me away or asked too many questions. I’d like to keep it that way. “Where will you be setting up this evening?” He asks this question every night I’ve come here, and every night I give him the same answer. “It’s been a few evenings since you’ve been here, so I wasn’t sure if you made progress on your project.” True. Ever since the arrival of the Chiyads, I’ve been extra careful and haven’t been by. “Unfortunately I haven’t made any progress on it since I

KiraMy head hurts more than I care to admit. Whether from the anxiety or riddles Irene planted in my head, I don’t know. What I do know is that I have two hours of training with the Luna before I get to see my brother for lunch. And I physically can’t wait.There’s something about having a twin that’s comforting. Is it possible to have a mate of just the mind? And not in a gross, intimate way, but in a, you-know-each-other-because-you-basically-share-a-brain-and-don’t-even-need-a-mind-link, kind of way? He may have gotten under my skin the past few years, but he’s my brother and I miss him, so much more than I realize.“Hi Cynthia,” I say, scooting down the hall towards here. I flatten out my blazer, having just changed in the bathroom. It’s wrinkled, but at least I remembered it. I glance down, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. “I’ll wash these before I return them I swear.”Cynthia greets me with a wink. “Do you have the list for me?”I produce a crumpled menu order ticket from my

Perrin“Who else is coming?” Mark asks.Me, Lo, Janas, and my father were all squeezed into my father’s office. Not that it wasn’t a spacious room. But nobody besides my step-mother or Mark stood anywhere next to or behind the Alpha’s desk. And right now, Mark was occupying a space alongside the filing cabinet with his arms folded. That didn’t leave much room for the rest of us.“Kira,” I mention. “I think she was having lunch with Ethan.”“Here!” Kira calls, nearly sliding through the doorway and stumbling over her own momentum. She barely catches herself and lunges for Lo’s sleeve, who keeps her from falling. Kira straightens and shoves the rolled sleeves of her wrinkled blazer up her arms and offers a disheveled smile. “Anybody else?” Mark drawls, unimpressed.“Deidre,” my father replies, eyes still trained on his laptop. “She is?” She wasn’t who I asked Mark to invite here today. But I’m not entirely surprised, however. To be fair, Lo isn’t either, but it makes sense for her to