All Chapters of We Are Destined Mates: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Caster.All through my journey, I think about her.She’s in my mind constantly. Ever since I saw her, sitting on my brother’s childhood bed, dressed in one of my mother’s old white gowns that made her look tiny, looking absolutely lost, trying to not let her fear show…her beauty had been like the brightest star in the night sky, a beacon in the dark. That was the first time in my life that my heart skipped a beat for a woman.And she had been such a nice distraction from everything that was going on.The night darkened as I run through the Lunar woods, and the sun sets over the western mountains. The never-ending noise of cicadas and crickets that is a staple to the Lunar woods creates a haunting melody when paired with the rustling wind. Somewhere, an owl hoots, and various creatures of the night squeal as they whiz and fly past me. I run, through trees and boulders, jumping over the number of creeks, brooks, and streams that litter the forest bed. My vision in wolf form is as clear a

Brooke. Maddox doesn’t even stay for breakfast. He’s clearly very excited and grabs a bread roll of the basket on the table before rushing off. Natalie stares after him, stunned.“That man,” She shakes her head after a beat of silence, “And his instant plans. I swear to the Goddess,” muttering under her breath, the Luna gets up from the table, “If you children can excuse me, I must go after my mate to help with planning.”As soon as she rushes off, I turn to Alexander, “So, what’s a pack run?” I question.“It’s this activity we do on full moon days,” He explains, his eyes twinkling from delight, “Where we all run around the pack territory in our wolf forms. And by us, I mean all the werewolf adults in the pack.”“Do you do it monthly?”“No, not really? Just when father feels like it,” Alexander shrugs, “It’s not a must to have a run every full moon, but it’s one of my favorite activities. The full moon is the time when shifters of all kinds get more in touch with their animal side, so

Brooke. I start to walk back to where I came from, openly crying and feeling like something bad was ready to jump out of the shadows and get me then and there, whipping my head like a spooked gazelle, thinking that’s better than just standing where Jenna left me. My throat hurts from all the screaming I’ve been doing, but I can’t stop myself. I croak for help, for Alexander or Jenna or for anybody else to hear me. The moon starts to rise in the sky, and through the gaps in the leaf canopy overhead, I can see it. That reminds me of the pack run that was happening tonight. Maybe if I manage to walk in the right direction, I would be able to stumble into the pack.I don’t understand why Jenna did what she did. I don’t know if she was lying or telling the truth when she said that she was taking me to meet Alexander, but I believe she was lying because I’m certain that Alexander would never have me abandoned in the middle of the forest like this. My heart tells me that Alexander doesn’t ev

Brooke.“No, stop, please,” I curl into a ball on the forest floor with my eyes scrunched shut tightly, my palms slapped over my ears as I try to stop my mind from flitting through all these anxiety-inducing images. I feel like I’m paralyzed, I can’t move my body, but how could I when I don’t even have command over my mind? My head hurts from what’s happening within, and I don’t know what’s transpiring. Since I saw the cliff, the dark chasm of my mind had erupted, and things that I have never seen before were making a reappearance, running through my mind’s eye like galloping horses, too fast to decipher, too brief to have any context.I hear a keening cry rip off my throat, and suddenly, I am plunging into a scene.I sit in front of a fireplace, staring at the mantle. On the top of it is a picture, a painting made quite crudely. I am no older than ten, but even I can say how the shadows and lights of the picture are off, considering how accurate they were on all the paintings that hun

Brooke.Alexander is kissing me!Alexander is KISSING me!Oh, Goddess, I don’t know how to proceed. I’m frozen on the spot, but my heart is soaring and singing. My blood is rushing up and down my body, and I swear I’m holding my breath in. A few moments ago, my mind was flashing with thoughts, but now it’s at a standstill. There’s only one thought echoing in my head.Alexander .is. kissing. me.And just as suddenly as he pressed his lips to mine, he pulls away. The expression on his face can only be described as shock and horror, and he scrambles back away from me.“Oh, my Goddess,” He whispers, “What have I done?”“You kissed me,” I reply like an idiot, gaping at him.“Oh, no,” He buries his face in his hands, shaking his head, “Oh, no, no, no, this cannot be happening.”“I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone,” I find myself saying, “Not even in the past.”“I’m so sorry,” Alexander apologizes, “I wasn’t thinking, you were just there and something was telling me to just do it-““I like