I have always considered myself blessed. I had a good childhood, a supportive family, three adorable mates, and my pack, who respected me from their hearts. Everything I have made me think I will always stay blessed by fate, not knowing it’s my destiny to kill my mate with my own two hands. Unknown to me, fate was turning its wheel and bringing my doom.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Hakan woke me up with a sweet forehead kiss, making me smile at him.
“Good morning, babe,” I said in a raspy voice. Hakan smiled back and pecked my lips. He then carried me to the bath area and bathed me with care.
“Where are the other two?” I asked him as he washed me.
“They are out to train. Caedmon felt uneasy today, so Apollyon accompanied him,” Hakan said. His reply piqued my interest. I turned my he
