All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The girl by the river. Dale Baker left after assuring me that Maddox would answer all my questions, other than the ones about my identity, in due time. That they were a culture quite different from what was considered normal, so they were going to have to take a ‘well-thought’ approach in breaking it out to me.I had no idea what he was going on about. I didn’t know what a normal culture was in the first place, so how am I supposed to deem if theirs is abnormal?But I know enough to realize that I was completely under their mercy here in my situation, so I politely nodded and went along with whatever he said.And now I sit all alone in my room. It’s still the morning as I can tell because the sun rays that flow through the now open window are warm and soft. I hear the sounds of civilization outside, people talking, shouting, laughing. Judging by the room alone I can tell I’m in a large-sized house. The room is very cozy, and I wonder who it belongs to as it looks lived in.There’s no

Brooke.I put my feet down from the bed, feeling as if my legs were made of soggy bread. I’d only gotten up a couple of times before throughout my stay in this room to use the bathroom that was adjacent to the room, but never to just walk around. But as I remember, Maddox only ordered me to stay in the room. I was forbidden from stepping outside. But he never said anything about looking out of the window.My legs are numb from lying on the bed all day and when I make my way to the window, I feel as if the floor is made up of needles. My legs nearly give up after I take a few steps but gritting my teeth I power through and finally get near the window so I can look out of it.“Oh, this place is huge,” I find myself saying as I gaze off the window.The mansion is situated on a light hilltop, and the pack lays in front of me, starting just yards away from the garden of the mansion. There are squat buildings lining the gravel roads, and people are going about on their days. I have no recoll

Brooke. I am given what the maids call the common garb of the pack to wear when they went on any sort of outing. The Lunar Legacy pack does not have clothing that is specific for rituals, and upon hearing that I feel off, because something tells me that I was used to the complete opposite.On the maids’ instructions, I don a pair of brown linen pants with a white, silk blouse with long, billowing sleeves, tucked into a rich, brownish-red colored tunic with the front split that a maid fastens over my chest with lace. It’s still the summer, the maids say, so it’s not going to be too cold at nighttime, so I don’t need to wear any sort of outerwear. I’m also given a pair of sturdy boots that go a little bit above my ankle. After spending two days dressed in a nightgown, I feel somewhat of a person after getting decent clothes, and I feel stronger than before. The maids braid my long dark hair behind my back with no frills whatsoever. In the end, I realize that my outfit is totally practic

Brooke. “Good evening, Alpha Maddox,” I greet Alexander’s father as he makes his way toward me. He’s dressed differently than I remember him being on the last day, in more formal clothes rather than a loose shirt and a jacket. He’s got a waistcoat over his crisp white shirt and wears a dagger with his initials engraved on the hilt. He carries himself with such power and arrogance in his pose that you cannot ever mistake him to be anything other than an Alpha, or a leader of some sort.Alexander carries the same power in his posture, I had noticed but tries to tamp it down. I guess he’d practiced it when he was meant to be the Alpha. Caster doesn’t have the same posture down, though. He comes off as a cocky teenager rather than a collected adult like his father and older brother does. “Brooke,” Maddox says, “I’m sorry for hastening you into the ritual like this, but we found a wandering witch who was only going to be here until tomorrow. I don’t know how long it would take us to find

Brooke. There is a wolf on her palms.A wolf, made from the wax she’d spilled on the papyrus papers, and hardened by the enigmatic energy of the crystals mixed with magic.A miniature figure of a wolf stands with its snout raised, mouth open, howling to the moon.A wolf.“You are a descendent of the wolf, forgotten one,” The witch says, and the echoing quality of her voice is gone, replaced with a normal tone, “Your blood answered the Moon’s call, and the Moon gave you the answer you desired. You are moon-born.”The happiness and sheer relief that rushes through me is just so intense that my knees buckle, and I start falling to the floor. Thankfully, Alexander rushes toward me and breaks my fall with his powerful frame. I feel a sense of security and utter warmth embrace me as his hands wrap around me, hoisting me up gently but not letting me go. The coldness and discomfort that I felt moments ago as I was lost in the witch’s eyes are gone, and I feel stable and grounded to the earth.