All Chapters of Design of Fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IMEELAMy body shivered in anticipation when Jackson slipped my panties off, leaving me completely naked. He sat back on his heels and looked over every inch of me as he was savoring each one. He always made me feel desirable when he looked like he wanted to devour me.Jackson’s hands my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Need flooded through me, and I felt like I would burst into flames at any moment. He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine in a featherlight kiss. Such a tease! Then he got up to rip his shirt over his head and undid his jeans, slowly pushing them and his boxers down.My mate stood before me in all of his glory, and what glory it was indeed. His body was perfect. I could not choose which was my favorite feature between the piercing emerald eyes, his mouth that could show me both love and ecstasy, the body that looked like it was chiseled from stone, or his rock-hard cock that was standing at full attention and already had some pre-cum.I crooked my finger a

JACKSON We had to stop outside of the border to add his blood. I had to admit that Ziyah’s borders were fucking phenomenal. Brynn was waiting for us when we got back to the cells. She led us to a cell that she had retrofitted to ‘secure a whiny bitch’ as she lovingly put it. Imeela restrained him with her aura again so that I could get him secured. Brynn said that the chains were reinforced against vamp strength and had runes etched into them, making it impossible for him to move unless given permission by Imeela. The fucker paled when he heard that part. His predicament of being absolutely fucked was the only thing that was holding me back from destroying him for what he had done to my girl and what he had said in that alleyway. He would pay in time for each sin against her. For every dirty thought and every foul word. “We’ll be right back,” I told Brynn. Dustin was here as well, so I did not feel bad about leaving Brynn. Plus, she would have been completely capable of destroyin

IMEELAJackson had fallen asleep a little while ago, but I could not shut my brain off for the life of me.Dexter had never been a small random vampiric fish. Nope. He was the one who helped them get inside the palace and even gathered up my siblings for the slaughter. God, he had a direct hand in ruining everything that my family had built.I had been caught off-guard with Jackson’s words about not only helping get justice for my family but also being beside me if I ever wanted to restore the Precoza coven. I had felt every ounce of his sincerity, and it left me in awe. Here was this amazing man who was willing to give up being part of his pack and being with his family just so that I could take up my birthright and bring my kind back to where it needed to be.I did not want to be Queen if I was being honest with myself. However, that did not change the fact that it was the only way for me to ensure that Andrei Moretti’s reign no longer continued. Had I not heard the name, I never wou

IMEELA Our date night had been absolutely perfect. It showed how thoughtful and romantic Jackson was. We thoroughly enjoyed the Middle Eastern food. It was so delicious. I had not eaten that cuisine since I was a child. It definitely did not disappoint. Another special part of the night was when gave me the bracelet. It was gorgeous and would end up telling our story together. I could not wait to see what other charms we would add to it over the years. I even taught him the meaning of some Arabic words. Habibi meant ‘my love’ and was used that way when speaking to males. Marhaban meant ‘welcome’, which was responded to ‘Marhaban biki’ when speaking to a female. ‘Shukran’ meant thanks. Replying ‘afwan’ meant you are welcome. Each word practice made me smile because he was learning for me. He did not have roots in that, but I did. Therefore, he wanted to learn so that he could share in this part of my life and understand my heritage. “I had an incredible time, habibi. It was a perf

JACKSONImeela and I were working on hand-to-hand maneuvers with training this morning. She started off at my speed and slowly increased it so that my reflexes would learn to react faster.Was I getting my ass handed to me? Yes.Were there bruises forming? Also, yes.Was I going to give up? FUCK NO.Brynn was an amazing opponent to fight against because she had an innate ability to observe, move, and countermove. It was just like how chess pros could visualize like ten moves ahead. I knew that Imeela would be able to get me as close to that point as I could be. If I could hold my own against her, then I would be able to hold my own against others.There was clapping when we ended our session. Dante stood beside Ziyah, arms crossed over his chest, and was smirking at me. I did not miss the way his eyes tallied my multiple bruises.“I have to say that I’m impressed because you kept up with her moves better than most could. She’ll have you at assassin level in no time. We were actually ho