Mated by Fate

She didn't even know herself. She wasn't even seeing the roads, or having the time to think of it, but instead, let her subconscious guide her feet. She was forced into a halt at a bend wh

tched her equally wailing 3 year old son and baby infant to herself, the two azukhi on either sides of her pulling her away just as roughly as her husband. Ella stifled the whimper that escaped her lips, pressin

ards it, skirts well bunched up to her knees now. She didn't know if she had been expecting this

close enough, she saw them through the blur of her tears. Her father, being dragged out like a commo

air had been punched out of her lungs. He'd been beaten so badly that one eye was shut and from his one good eye, Ella saw the tears in them. She didn't know she was bawling till she heard her o

ce was faint but she s

tep further, the cold hands of a standby azukhai wrapped around her upper arms, fo

y coming forward to wrap around her throat in a chokehold. Her father's eye flashed with panic as

out of the door, her eyes flashing fiercely as she struggled against the hold of the soldier holding her. "Release me!!!!!!". H

dier's chokehold as a fresh batch of tears streamed

hear her voice and when she looked up a

feet by her hair. She yelped in pain but immediately resumed struggling against the so

r. She could very easily overpower the men but her mum wouldn't want that. For the past 13 years of her life, it felt like this was the moment she had been training for. A moment of great control and restraint. For while she could take the guards down and run, that would launch a search for her family so big she really wondered if they'd ev

es with tears streaming down her cheeks. Perhaps even the universe agreed with her and was being kind, for an unusual sweet scent permeated the air lightly. She

when it

stood nothing less than 6ft2 and was draped in a dark cloak that covered the upper half of his face. From what she could see, he had a hard strong jaw that was lightly stubbled with the shadows of a few days old beard. His mouth was set in a hard line against his beautiful olive skin. He was a werewolf. She could feel it. T

seen. He had dark curly hair that rested about his ears and such an aristocratic nose carved so beautifully on his face. His features were harsh and sharp, nothing seemingly soft about him. Not eve

t deal of respect and Ella thought she felt the guards loosen their hold on her befor

hen Ella had asked her how they identified their mates, her mum had smiled serenely a

h her head before she saw the man

found