All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alexander.“Alex, good timing,” My father says as I enter the pack manor of the Lunar Legacy pack. He stands in the main living room which has been converted into a conference area since the beginning of time, really. There is a rather large desk in the middle of the room where more than ten people can sit at. I’ve personally never seen the table being used for anything because there had never been a situation where such a large conference was to be carried out. Normally my father would just use it as a prop to deliver his orders to the pack as he is doing now.Perhaps I should be glad that the table had never been used because that means there wasn’t such a significant threat to my pack.“Good evening, father,” I greet him as I close the door that leads to the conference room, “You called for me?”“Yes, I did,” My father replies, getting up from where he was sitting at the head of the table, “There is a small crisis at hand, and I hoped that you could help me resolve it.”“Sure, what

Alexander.There is nothing more freeing that turning into your wolf form.The coldness of the night thrills me as the summer breeze rustles through my fur, and I lick my lips, running my tongue over my sharp teeth as I stretch my legs. My body feels incredibly energized, and I can’t wait to run as fast as I could. My vision is clearer, and the night looks like the day. I could hear everything, like the snap of a twig under a bustling squirrel, the little bird flying through the branches of a maple tree, a rabbit making its way to its burrow, members of the Lunar Legacy pack going on and about in their day…everything. The pain of transformation is minuscule to the pleasure it brings, and the presence of my wolf is heavy in my mind. My wolf can't speak to me as he isn’t an Alpha, but I could feel him, I could sense his emotions. Most of the time, I felt as if it wasn't enough, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Five years later I was still working on accepting myself, althou

The girl by the river. I see things.I’m aware that most of them aren’t real, and I’m also aware that I am not awake. I am asleep, although the sleep is not present, rather, it’s tumultuous. I am dreaming, I am hallucinating. These images don’t make sense half the time, same as the emotions they invoke within me. I see the moon, shining high up in the sky. I see wolves running in the moonlight through a forest full of old, titanic trees that loom over the wolves as their protectors. I see a river, gushing down the land, and when I see it, I feel fear. I see a black wolf staring at me from the distance, its red eyes angry, and the wolf transforms into a man with black hair and even blacker eyes, glaring at me. I want to run when I see the wolf and the man, I want to flee far away where they can’t hurt me.I see another man, with hair the color of straw and eyes the color of the sky, tall and strong, handsome and tan. He makes me feel safe, I like seeing him. I don’t know who he is, in

Alexander.I rush to the room the girl is occupying. Lost her memory? I think, how could she have lost her memory?And then I remember the gash on her head.Years ago when I was still schooling I had learned that when one gets an injury on the head such as a nasty hit, or a deep cut, they would sometimes lose their memory. I didn’t know the name they gave to that condition, but I had been fascinated upon hearing that. I have to admit that I hadn’t given it much thought after that day because it never came up in my life. The girl had clearly been swept down by the river, and I knew that there was a region in the Genecy which was littered with heavy rocks. The cut must’ve come from her hitting her head on one of the rocks. Maybe it had been multiple rocks. Her dress had been tattered, so I believe it was the latter.I feel so bad for the girl. I can’t imagine losing my memory like that. She must be so frightened after waking up in a strange place with no recollection of who or what she w

Alexander. “She has no recollection whatsoever,” My father says after we’d put a considerable distance away from the room, “No memory. She doesn’t even know what her name or her race is. It’s so bizarre, I’ve never seen something like this, but Dale says it’s a common side-effect of head trauma.”“What are we going to do about this situation?” I question, not feeling quite like myself. Seeing the girl again, seeing her eyes, the depth of emotion that flitted through her face as she held my own eyes, feeling all the alien emotions arise within me…it shook me to my core. I feel oddly happy, elated, with no idea as to why. It’s not like I haven’t seen an attractive girl before, hell, I’ve even had crushes on them.But her…the girl we found by the river is something else.“I don’t know,” Surprising me, my father replies, “I need to notify Caster about this first.”I snap my head at him, surprised, “Why?” Before I can think, the word tumbles off me.“Because he’s my heir, Alex. He needs to