Todos os capítulos de Strings of Fate: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Bellamy growls and I turn to him with eyebrows raised. “She’s disrespectful.” He grumbles. I shrug.“She’s busy. She has a hard job and doesn’t waste time on niceties. I like her.” I conclude. He tilts his head.“I believe she likes you too actually. She doesn’t usually give out her number. People have to book her through her assistant who generally chases off the time wasters.” “Ah that makes sense. I’m kind of flattered that she approved of me.” I smile. “I still don’t like her attitude though. If she were anyone else… or less skilled…” He trails off. I cross my arms over my chest.“Speaking of attitudes. You’ve been irritable since you came upstairs to get me. Bossy too. I am not loving it. Is something wrong?” Bellamy sits on the edge of the desk and leans his hands on his knees, sighing. “You’re right. I’m just frustrated. I want to DO something to fix this and I find I’m just sitting around uselessly. I can’t even comfort you properly becau

I jolt awake. I sit up, confused and disoriented. I’m sweating with my heart racing. Why do I feel like I just ran a marathon? I look around for Bellamy but the bed is empty. I probably slept late again. I was pretty tired. Actually, I still feel tired. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to steady my heart rate a little. As I do this, I remember flickers of a dream. A nightmare? I don’t know what it was about, but when I try to remember I think of a little girl. She looks really small, probably younger than Logan. He’s eleven so maybe eight or nine? The dream girl had shoulder length, white-blonde hair and pale eyes, maybe even as light as mine. But what really sticks out is that she was crying. I don’t know why, I can’t remember anything else. I don’t usually have nightmares like this. It’s strange, a girl crying is sad, but somehow it’s hitting me really hard, it was terrifying, or maybe she was terrified? What a strange dream. Ugh, where is Bellamy? I kind of don’t want

I pull away from Bellamy and stare. He wants me to stay… like forever stay? That’s why he’s so anxious for me to settle in more? Well… I don’t know how to answer that. I like my home, and having Maggie for a neighbour, seeing Logan regularly and being able to walk to work. I couldn’t do that from here. Although I know that Bellamy is also hoping I’ll accept being his mate completely at which point I really can’t imagine I’d be able to keep my job and still fulfil all the new responsibilities that would be expected of me. Not sure how I feel about that either. I mean it’s not like I’ve ever wanted to be a waitress together. But it’s my job. I applied, interviewed and got the job all on my own. Having a new job with new responsibilities when my only qualification is that I’m seeing the Alpha seems a bit like… cheating? Then again, isn’t dating someone like a really long interview anyway? Like Bellamy is interviewing for the job of his partner. It’s not like he hasn’t had other ‘applic

“When did you learn all this?” I ask, baffled. Megan laughs.“It’s something my mum used to tell me as a kid. When we were little it was unclear if it would be me or Bellamy that came out as more dominant and became the Alpha. We are twins after all. It wasn’t until our teenage years that it became clear. So we were both taught as if we might end up in charge one day.” She pauses. “Honestly, I’m glad it’s not me. Bellamy likes running things, I don’t mind as much. Which is probably why things turned out this way.” I tilt my head in question.“You didn’t know as children?” I ask. She nods firmly.“Yeah, most Shifter children grow into their positions in the hierarchy. There’s a whole nature bs nurture debate, how much of it is genetic and how much depends on who raised them. Bellamy and I are dominant, but is it because we have Alpha parents or because we were RAISED by Alpha parents. It’s hard to say. Sometimes a shift in personality causes someone to become more or

My half of the closet has at least twice as much in it as it did yesterday morning. Which still isn’t that much since most of my things are at my place, but still. Did Bellamy put some of his stuff over here too? I sort through and nope. Every single additional item is in my size. Hoodies, a dress, a couple pairs of shorts. Each item is something I would have picked for myself. Each item is hanging there, perfectly new looking but with no tags. Bellamy must have gotten more than I thought when we went shopping. I didn’t see any of this stuff get purchased. My eyes narrow. How much did he spend? I have clothes already, I didn’t need new ones. Although some of the items DO look really comfortable. Inspiration strikes and I check the little bit that’s over by the dresser. Sure enough, there are a collection of tags that have been cut off the new items. I check the price of a few items but then I have to stop because I’m starting to feel nauseous. As someone who buys most of my clothes