All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Brooke. “Father is waiting at the village square with mother and Caster,” Alexander tells me as we make our way through the mansion gardens. It’s a beautifully sunny day, and everything feels lively. All the flower plants in the garden seem to be abloom, and their fragrance mixed with the scent of the cut grass creates a wonderful combination.The hilltop on which the mansion is situated isn’t that tall, but it’s steep enough that you could see the whole pack village when you stand on top of it. I pause for a moment to take everything in. The forest surrounding the village of the pack is green and thriving, and a range of tall, craggy mountains surrounds the pack territory. Down in the village, we could see people gathering at the Village Square. There is a stage built there, which looks ancient like most of the buildings in the pack. To the opposite side of it lies the temple, looking bigger than before in the morning light. Near the village borders, werewolves run in wolf forms.“Br

Brooke. “I noticed,” I say to Alexander as we make our way through the market to the forest, “That you don’t like talking about your tier.”Alexander chuckles grimly, “What gave it away?”“Your expression, you always look like you bit into a lime when anyone mentions the fact, you’re a Delta or your Midnight ceremony,” I point out before I realize that he was asking the question rhetorically. But I brush that off, “Are you unhappy with your tier?”He is silent for a moment.“I suppose I am. I never expected it in the first place.” He speaks. “Everyone expected me to be the Alpha, including myself because that’s the way that things have always been. But after finding out that I was a Delta at my Midnight ceremony, I felt as if my worth had gone down. I still feel like that sometimes, but I’m trying to get better. There is nothing wrong with being a Delta. There’s nothing wrong with any of the tiers, each one of them has its importance.”“Can you tell me more about the tiers?” I inquire

Brooke. “Oh, Goddess, Brooke,” Alexander rushes next to me as I fall onto the floor, struggling to breathe. I don’t know what’s happening to me to be honest, a moment ago I was fine, but now it’s like my body had suddenly forgotten how to breathe. Panic rushes through my head as I try to force myself to get air in, but it’s not working, and my chest feels like it’s on fire. The world starts to darken, and everything is shivering…Suddenly, two warm arms wrap around me, and I feel a steady heartbeat next to mine. A gust of hot breath rushes at my ear, “Brooke, breathe. Come on, breathe with me. There's nothing to fear. Just inhale, and exhale. Do it with me, follow my rhythm. You can do this.”I try to do as he says. When he inhales, I feel the air move near my face, and I breathe in with him. My lungs scream with relief, and I feel the gust of his exhalation. I follow him as he breathes steadily. He murmurs in my ear, telling me I’m alright, that I’m safe, that nothing can harm me, an

Brooke. After that incident, dinner ended pretty quickly. The air was thick with tension, and none of us felt particularly hungry. Caster looked angry, and Maddox looked annoyed. The Luna looked…troubled. Alexander was quiet and nervous.The elders engaged in some small talk with me, asking about how I found the pack and such mundane details, but that conversation too died down when food was brought. Caster excused himself from the table moments after, followed by his mother. After that, everyone knew the time was up, so with a sigh, Maddox dismissed everyone else.“Well, that happened,” I say to Alexander as we meet outside the dining room on a balcony that overlooks the pack village. The Alpha is speaking with the elders and the other pack members in the compound right underneath, and all around us, the night is so peacefully at odds with the tension the dinner created in everyone who attended.Alexander sighs with the weight of a world on his shoulders, “Caster is an idiot.”I have

Brooke. "Okay, so first you need to take care of your form," says Jenna, taking her own bow in her hand. She shakes her body twice before stamping her feet on the grass-covered ground. She stands to my side, turning her body to face the bull's eye, "Keep your body like this. You have to line your weight with the back leg and make sure your posture is comfortable. Especially make sure that the muscles in your hands are relaxed before you shoot."I follow her instructions and stand accordingly. Taking the grip of the long bow in my non-dominant hand, I stand facing my own Bull's eye. The posture feels familiar, and the next instructions I'm given come naturally."Grip your bow with your non-dominant hand and nock the arrow to the arrow rest over your finger, light this and line the end with the string right in the middle, like this," Jenna takes an arrow off her on the quiver, and nocks it with practiced ease. I do the same with my own fake arrow, "Now while keeping the arrowhead steady