All Chapters of Fated to More Than One : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Theo's POVHaving a mate leads you through many internal emotions as you move through life experiencing one another's emotions during momentous situations that we find one another in.But having more than one, and especially whilst the two of them copulate, I've realised I'm barely able to contain myself as I ride their emotions.Why the hell would Celeste give me two sex mad mates that distract me left right and centre with their escapades whilst I'm trying to be alpha of the pack I'm in charge of?Like right now, I'm in a meeting with not onlyLucas but Andy, Leo and most embarrassingly my father.We are merely talking about the the protocol for protecting the pack, the conversation is one that happens frequently but this time Leo is part of the equation and we must engage him in learning everything we have in place.The steps in which I expect them to adhere to, and steps they think might be worth adding.I enlighten Leo to every entry into the underground safe house and demand he

Tabitha's POVIt's heard that there's nothing more primal and instinctual than the mating between wolfs.And that is why Leo has brought home Lora.I'm shocked, to say the least, when he walks through the door calling out my name I'm a worried tone.At first I thought that perhaps we'd upset Theo somehow or that he'd had yet another disagreement with Lucas but yet there they both stand in the door way to my home with little Lora nestled in Leo's arms."What happened?" I ask as the worst possible scenario's float through my mind unbidden.I search Lilith's future looking for any signs that she might be gone again or worse yet, dead.Nothing, I find nothing out of the ordinary and that has me sighing with relief."Lilith's going into heat again, I offered to take care of Lora," Leo tells me, though the words he hadn't spoken sit in the air suspended in angst.He's asking me if it's okay with me, whether I'm happy to take care of Lora with him whilst we wait out Lilith's heat.Fortunatel

Leo’s POV‘Bring Lora home,’ is the first communication I have from Khai in days.Theo’s mind-linked a few times to to ensure her daggers and the running of the pack.More specifically how Lucas and I are working with one another to run the pack but yes, this so the first I’ve heard from Khai.His urgency to have Lora home and with them evident.It’s not much last eight on the fourth morning since taking Lora home with me.She’s settled in okay, her feedings becoming easier compared to that first day.Tabitha had even become used to her, cuddling her and cooing down to her in awe as she stares up with those unusually aged eyes.If I didn’t know better I would say that Lora has lived a thousand lives, but surely that cannot be.She’s merely a baby, a sweet and quite frankly cute baby that seems easy to handle.She hasn’t fussed much, barely cried, the only problem being getting her used to the bottle instead of her mother.And I have no doubt she will be extremely happy to rebond with

Hati's POVDeath, destruction... despair.Those are the things I want for humanity.Those are the things I feel necessary when thinking ofmy long and dreadful life.Why am I made to be this entity that I do not want to be?Why do I need to repeat life cycle after life cycle when I've already suffered life without parol.It's days like today, a day where I need the company of a lady but I've had to wait, that plays on my mind.My mate is out there and I shouldn't want another female but yet her I am, failing to convince myself otherwise.I suppose you could call me a weak man but the thing is even if I took my mate now, she wouldn't be physically ready for me.No, I'm sure I have another fifteen odd years to wait until the host is old enough for me to be able to take her.And that's the thing, I'm not young. I'll never be as young as Aspen and perhaps that's Celeste's punishment.What will a young and springly teenager want with an old man as I?She won't, and that's the problem, thou

Continued - Hati’s POVShe lays there suspended on the pillow as I stare at her in amazement. I haven’t had such a girl for over a year now, but I see the strength in her eyes as she refuses to move her gaze from me.Tears still run down her cheeks, moistening the bedding below her as they drip from her nose and chin and despite myself I reach out to stroke her cheek.“Keep this up, and I might keep your for weeks until I tire of you,” I whisper.She doesn’t flinch or beg for me not too, she just stares with eyes wide and fear lancing through them.Ah, there it is. The fear of me doing this everyday gives her an emotion I like to elicit.What a beautiful soul she is, with a beautiful mask and beautiful vessel she calls her body.Sometimes I find happiness in this life, and she is one of those things.We lay in silence for a while as I allow my body to rest, my heart rate dropping from its spike as time stands still between us.And I think we have one of those silent conversations hum