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The Fated Mates Eighty Four
"Mom, what's this?" Milo asks, his hands flying through Avery's old wooden jewellery box.The nine-year-old is excitable and energetic, and Avery is half asleep still."What's what?" She asks, covering her yawn with her hand while she leans in the doorway.Roman can hear the two of them from the bed and inwardly groans.If Milo is awake, that means four-year-old Hallie and one-year-old Parker are going to follow soon."This circle," he says innocently, pulling a small metal ring out of the box."That's a ring, sweetheart," Avery explains, walking over to where he stands.She wraps an arm around him, pulling him to her and kissing his temple."You don't wear rings," Milo frowns, his nose scrunching up when Avery kisses his head."I found that when I stayed at dad's pack, literally years ago," Avery realises, gently prying the old ring out of Milo's hand and examining it.Some of the original chain is still attached, but it's mostly broken off, which she understands is almost definitely
The Fated Mates Eighty five
Roman stammers, caught off guard by Milo's question. "Well, uh... I suppose it could be," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.Avery's laughter fills the room, and she walks over to Roman, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Milo, sweetheart, your dad and I have already made a commitment to each other. But finding this ring again just reminds us of the importance of our bond," she explains, giving Roman an affectionate smile.Milo rolls his eyes playfully. "I know you guys are already together, but still, proposing with a ring that got thrown into a lake? That's pretty cool," he says, grinning mischievously.Roman chuckles, relieved that Milo isn't disappointed by his response. "Well, I can't argue with that," he says, pulling Milo into a playful headlock. "You're a smart kid, you know that?"As they engage in their playful banter, Hallie tugs at Avery's hand, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Mommy, does that mean you and Daddy are gonna get married again?"Avery's hea
The Fated Mates Eighty Six
As the years pass, the family's story weaves itself into the fabric of their community. They become known not just for their individual accomplishments but for their collective impact on the world around them.Milo's veterinary clinic grows into a sanctuary for animals in need, providing care and rehabilitation for injured and abandoned creatures. His dedication to their well-being inspires others to foster empathy and compassion for all living beings.Hallie's art transcends the boundaries of galleries, adorning public spaces with colorful murals that uplift and unite communities. Her work becomes a catalyst for conversations about social justice and environmental stewardship, reminding people of the interconnectedness of all living things.Parker's research and advocacy work on marine conservation gain global recognition. He becomes a leading voice in the fight against pollution and habitat destruction, working tirelessly to protect fragile ecosystems and raise awareness about the i
The Fated Mates Eighty Seven
In the years that follow, Avery and Roman's love story continues to unfold with its share of ups and downs, but their unwavering commitment to each other remains unchanged. They face new challenges as their children grow older and navigate their own paths in life.Hallie, now a teenager, inherits her parents' strong leadership qualities and shows a natural inclination towards diplomacy and problem-solving. She becomes actively involved in pack affairs, working alongside Avery and Roman to create a more inclusive and harmonious community. Hallie's compassion and sense of justice inspire those around her, earning her the respect and admiration of both pack members and neighboring packs.Parker, on the other hand, discovers a deep love for music and art. His creative spirit flourishes as he explores various forms of artistic expression, capturing the hearts of many with his talent. Avery and Roman wholeheartedly support his passion, enrolling him in music lessons and art classes to nurtu
The Fated Mates One
The twigs didn't stand a chance against the pounding of the paws along the forest path.Fast and steady, the grey wolf raced along the trail, the strap of the bag in his mouth fraying little by little as he ran.Darting into the clearing, he stopped so quickly that he stumbled over himself, landing at the feet of a very pissed off blonde.She taps her foot, her arms folded across her chest, and her brows drawn into a scowl."You had a meeting at eleven," she growls, spinning on her heel and walking towards a large house.The wolf makes a fluid transition into a man, quickly jogging after her as he slips on a pair of shorts."Avery, no, stop, please don't ignore me," the man whines, finally catching up to her."I had to deal with that insipid bastard for twenty minutes, York. You've skipped two meetings with him this week. You're the alpha, not me," she snarls, shooting him a look that would kill any sane man."Ave," he whinges, "you could have been alpha!! If you want to, you still ca
The Fated Mates Two
Alpha Zephyr was a pretty man, it had to be said. He was strapping, standing a head above most of the pack warriors. He had dark skin, the colour of chocolate, and the most mesmerising eyes that Avery had ever seen. But, as always, he had his signature arrogant smirk on his face. He had pissed her off again, before even opening his mouth. His eyes landed on Avery, and a smile descended onto his lips, as he walked closer to her with his arms open, going in for a hug. She punched him in the throat. "Goddess, and I thought you might be happy to see me!" He beams, "The video cameras don't do you justice, Miss Wilcott. You're even more stunning in person."Avery continues to stare at him, quirking a brow slightly, while York glances at his sister nervously. He really didn't need her starting a pack war, but it wouldn't come to that - Moonstone were a generally calm, peaceful pack.Well, they were since Zephyr had taken over from his father. "Hello, Alpha Zephyr," York grits out, as A
The Fated Mates Three
The next day is dull. Clouds hang over the pack, and everyone looks at the sky fearfully. Avery can't bring herself to get out of bed. It's like this every time it's cloudy.The day she turned twenty-three, there was a historic storm. That storm marked the occasion and realisation that Avery Wilcott was mateless. York and her parents checked in on her, but they all know - it's best to leave her alone when she's like this. The sadness sat in her chest, and she felt defeated. This is what the problem was with being Unfortunate. A mate bond helped to prevent negative overwhelming emotions. Without one, you were entirely left to your own devices. She sat up, bored of staring at the ceiling, that emptiness still there. It was always there, she supposed, but being surrounded by people helped. She scrambled through her bedside table drawers, searching for the medicines she was given for these moods. She dry swallows two tablets, wincing as they ease their way down.The day passes
The Fated Mates Four
Anger, a very familiar emotion, was coursing through her veins. She was seething. She knew people didn't like what she was, but to worry for children around her? She wasn't a rogue, she was deputy Alpha. Running along the border, her grey wolf darting in and out of trees, it's powerful paws pounding on the ground. Her wolf took over as soon as she left the orphanage, overpowering her human side. She was fine with it. Avery knew her wolf wasn't stupid, and she could fight better than most males. Nothing scared her, except maybe her mother, if she figured out Avery ripped another dress shifting. Her wolf comes to a sudden halt, her nose pressed to the forest floor as she starts sniffing.What the fuck are you doing?, Avery asks, and she gets growled at. Lovely. Even her wolf doesn't want to deal with her. There's somebody else here, her wolf snarls, inching forward slowly. Following the scent eagerly, her wolf pads silently and slowly along, squinting her eyes at something in the
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