All Chapters of DEFYING FATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was never a good idea to do a psychopath a favor, and there was no doubt that Carlos Halton, Robinson's former beta and the most fearsome warrior, had become just that. Given what had happened to him at a correctional facility at the hands of brutal human soldiers, it was no surprise that he had emotionally shut down. Sage and Carlos had kept one another's backs in that shithole, which is why Sage considered him a comrade—even if he'd lost his sense of morality.Carlos' hatred and disgust for judgmental humans had led him to join the Werewolf Crusade, a group of werewolves who worked to safeguard their kind from human anti-supernatural extremists who repeatedly tried to enact laws such as isolating werewolves to their own regions, prohibiting them from mating with humans, registering each one, and limiting werewolf couples to one child.These radicals claimed that werewolves were too violent, vicious, and animalistic to be near people.Some of those regulations may have passed, spa

Luna Annabelle sniffed haughtily, planting a kiss on Landon’s cheek. "Fine. If you won’t do it for Sophie or Carlos, you could consider doing it for Sage. Carlos isn’t going to like it if Sage doesn’t live up to his word." She raised her brow at the younger man before adding, "Right, dear?" "Yes, mother," agreed Sage. "I’ve heard plenty about Carlos Halton. Apart from the fact that he joined the Crusade, none of it was good." "That’s because he’s mentally disturbed," spat Landon. Luna Annabelle’s brow slowly slid up as she stared at her stepson. "Then I’ll bet you and he get along quite well." Ignoring Sage’s chuckle, Landon slashed a hand in the air. "I’m not having a seer in my pack, mother.." "If Carlos is part of the crusade, he must know a lot of people," mused Luna Annabelle. "Dangerous people who could easily deal with this for him, right?" "He does," verified Sage. "But we all know how the Werewolf Crusade ‘deals’ with things." It involved blood and death. They’d simply g

When it came to women, Sage and his wolf were all in agreement: Sophie Savannah was f***ing mesmerising. And he couldn't deny it; there was no denying it either.He refuted his feelings before, but now he couldn't. There was nothing on earth that could stop him from making Sophie his woman. Especially now that there was something in her that made his wolf scream, though he couldn't find any traces of a truemate bond, but Sage knew there was something in them that even magic or anything else could not refute.Her olive-green eyes, framed by thick coal-black lashes, captivated him just as much as he remembered. Every ounce of blood in his body had rushed to his cock the moment they locked eyes with him. Lust had blasted through him with a disconcerting force, leaving him a little shaken. He wished he could lap at that soft olive skin. Wanted to cup those high, shapely breasts in his hands. I wanted to weave that smooth frappuccino drape around his fist while he ate with that full mouth.

Sophie came to a standstill when the cabin came into view. She had not anticipated this at all. It was only... absolutely gorgeous. The massive timber U-shaped cabin had a panoramic porch, which would no doubt overlook the lake she could see just outside the building. The façade of the cabin was made of glazed glass, allowing lots of natural light to enter. It was ideally placed on a rise for her to notice anyone approaching. "I did not expect that. It's... amazing. Wow, simply stunning." "Thank you, unlike the main cabin, this is my home." Sage grinned, "My territory is on the left, whereas yours is on the right." "Oh! Okay. So that massive mansion, aka cabin, there in the middle of the center household?" "Yes." Sage smiled a little. "However, ours is a little small. If you like the outside, you’ll love the inside." Ours ... sounds intimate. She thought.It turned out that he was right. The two-story den was gorgeous with its stone fireplace, huge, white corner sofa, brown, chest

Then there was another part of this dream that made it familiar as Sophie watched Sage. The shadow that lingered behind them faded, and another scene came to light from within. Perhaps from faraway memories, or maybe it was destined to happen soon. She doesn't know. She doesn't care. Sophie closed her eyes and listened to the harmony as it swelled in volume as Sage went to open the radio. She knew he had the warrior's heart—fierce and loyal and lethal in battle—but looking at him now, she realised he possessed the poet's spirit. She took a peek around the room. It was clearly designed for acoustics, and the sound was tremendous. The hardwood floors sparkled, and there was a gas fireplace set into the wall. A thick carpet surrounded the fireplace, with two deep armchairs and a little table in between. The room was mostly decked with candles. The candles cast a soothing light, but the area was generally shrouded in darkness, much like Sage. He took her breath away with his song and t