All Chapters of A Final Twist of Fate...: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You want me to be your mate?!” Tatiana asked me in astonishment, as I explained my plan to stay here in my grandparents' pack, so I could be with her, which in turn would allow her to continue to care for her mother. All I wanted was my fated mate. I wanted her. And would do all I could to ensure we could be together. I knew she had reasons to stay behind, and I was not about to force her to come with me and leave everything she knew behind; not when she was needed at home. I wanted Tatiana to be happy. And I want that happiness to be because of me...“Oh, Carino, was there ever any doubt that I wanted you?” I asked, shocked she had ever thought for a moment that the matebond was something I had questioned. Did she truly think I could ever not want her?! It was me that had feared she was about to reject me! Sure, fate had thrown us a curveball, but from the tales we heard from my parents and their friends, it seems good at that. “Why would you ever think that? You are like heaven in

Kissing my dream girl was sheer perfection, but to have her pull away from me had been like a spear through my heart. I knew instantly her mind was on Landon. Yet, I knew I couldn’t be angry. I saw the pain in those beautiful eyes of hers, and I simply couldn’t be mad. The way she felt wasn't her fault. It was the way we were built to feel as werewolves. Programmed to be drawn to our fated mates. Of course, she would feel guilt. I had shouted, but instantly regretted it. My words were more for him than for Cleo. I hated to see her hurting. I wish she would see how good we could be together. “I am sorry for shouting C-C.” I squeezed her hand, as she went to walk away, perching herself at the edge of the waterfall. I hated her sitting there, but it was one of her favorite places here. A place we had sat many times together over the years on our many visits to the home pack of our mothers. I tentatively joined her, despite the height turning my stomach. “I’m sorry for hurting

The shift in the gallery was boring, there were days we worked there, and it was so quiet it made you wonder how it stayed in business, then other days it was so busy we barely got a moment to breathe. Both Aunt Indie and Aunt Lilah were amazing at art, and had been painting since their teens. The store was used to sell their art, as well as other crafts made within the pack. Aunt Ruby and Aunt Lola had decided to add in a little coffee store to make the store unique, and their idea had definitely been a good one.Our little family business was booming and had been for many years, and was a popular place within the small town in which we lived close to. And the good thing was, with it being a family run, we often got free cakes. The not so good thing was we often got guilt-tripped into working shifts when we wanted to do other things..“Slow today, isn’t it?” Angel sighed, her feet resting upon the counter. She was so laid back it was unreal. Sitting on the stool behind the counter, l

I loved being surrounded by my Mum’s family when we visited their pack. They were always so welcoming. But damn did I hate their weather! Always so much cooler than home, and it seemed to love to rain. A definite downside to our visits here.“Have you seen Sergio?” Rico asked, walking down the stairs of our grandparents' house. I shook my head at him as I finished my toast. To be fair, I had barely seen my brother since we had arrived, and he had gone a little weird in the packhouse. Other than the occasional passing of paths in the house, he had barely been around.I swallowed my food quickly, before looking at him. “He has barely been here. Grandpa said he had things to see to. I assumed he meant training, that is usually what you guys have to do.”“Hmm. He came to a training session, but other than that, I have barely seen him. So he isn't spending time training like usual. Or at least not with me. He isn’t even eating with us now.” Rico’s eyes narrowed. “You think he has been on

The family had returned to the house after what had felt like a long day, all of us now together, but not one of us with a word to say. Mum and Dad had spent most of the day at the hospital with Grandpa. Mum needed that time to say goodbye. Kaleb and I had spent time there, said our goodbyes, but both of us struggled seeing him like that, and had chosen not to go back. So we decided to spend our day training instead. And spending time with pack members. Everyone seemed to want to see us, so it seemed like a good way to spend our time. Hearing tales of our Grandpa from so many...Our grandfather was like a hero to us growing up. So hearing so many people tell us how highly they thought of him only made me prouder to call him family. There had been a multitude of happy memories shared with us that had made us smile. Our Grandpa was a wonderful Beta to this pack, and we had every reason to remember him and be proud. Seeing him at his weakest was not the way I wanted to remember him. It