Her Mates Fates

Chapter Three

Freya POV

Growing up Abel was my brother’s best friend and our Beta’s son. He trained hard and expected my brother to choose him as his Beta when Zach took over the Alpha title. His father raised him to show no mercy and to always be the strongest. Abel was always teasing me that he would one day mate me and that I would help him conquer the world…

Did he know then that I was his mate? Even if we weren’t mates though, our parents always talked about how great our union would be. My father used to say that we would be the perfect match and that he knows Abel would protect me like he would expect him to. Zach was always against it though, my brother believed that I deserved the world.

There is not a day that goes by that I do not miss my brother.

Abel goes over to the couch and picks up his book of records. He pulls out a pen and writes something on the back page. “That makes 12 of us,” he tells Damon smiling.

The other man is silent when he fully enters the room. He walks over to the bar and begins to make drinks. He too looks familiar. He had some of the same features as Abel. I remember Abel was the oldest brother of two other boys. This guy is bound to be his brother since he has some of the same facial features.

“What’ll you have to celebrate ma’am?” he asks me at the bar.

“Umm, I don’t know,” I admit. I have not had alcohol since my friends and I snuck into my father’s liquor cabinet the summer before I turned 14. I wouldn’t even know what I liked now. Then I didn’t like any of the liquor we tried.

“Same as me Grey,” Abel calls.

Grey? I don’t know a grey so maybe this guy is not part of my pack.

Abel walks over and hands me a golden drink identical to the one he was drinking earlier. “Do you remember my brother Greyson?” He asks.

I do remember Greyson. He was a couple of years younger than Abel but still older than me. He was always non-social even as a kid. Makes sense for him to be non-social now.

I nod a response to Abel. I take a big gulp of my drink. It burns my insides as it slithers down my throat and makes me cough.

“Easy there, it’s for sipping’.” Damon guides the drink down from my mouth and chuckles.

“If you have never drank before, only one of these will do darlin',” Abel adds and shoots me a wink.

Abel’s eyes cloud over, and he goes still. “Two witches and three rogues outside the perimeter. Seems Madam Louis is upset about her daughter. Go and bring sage, she will prevent the witches from doing anything stupid. Kill them all if you must.” He commands the two. The guys get up and take off in an instant.

I walk over to the window and peer out towards the way we came in and see the wolves tear out the front door, shifting as they leap into action.

“I’ll kill them all before I give you back, princess. Don’t worry, you are mine. We will protect you with our lives.” He reassures me.

My wolf purrs at his use of the word “Mine”. I wonder if he means it as his as in his mate, or his as in his pack member. My brain hurts after a few moments of trying to decode his words.

I wanted to know what happened to my family and pack.

“Abel, what happened to Zach?” I question.

“He was killed in battle trying to protect Clarissa. A Rouge pierced him and Clarissa in the heart with a steak like they were f**king bloodsuckers.” He tilts his head back, swallowing the rest of the liquid from his glass.

A shiver runs down my spine. “What about my parents?” I urged him for more information.

“All of the elders who were at the meeting that night were drugged, barricaded in a room, and burnt to death. The only one to survive was Zora. My father died in battle alongside Zach. Zora is still alive and part of this pack.”

The information is unsettling, and my stomach churns from my anxiety. He searches my face and steps closer to me. He wraps me in a hug and holds me for a while. I feel his warm breath on my hair as he kisses the top of my head.

“I’m so happy you are alive princess.” His sweet nothings dance in my mind as he links me. He finally clears his throat, stepping back from me.

“Abel?” I call him. He picked up his record book to return it to its shelf...

“Hmmm.” He hums waiting on me to continue.

“How do you live with the pack that killed yours.” I can tell that he was not expecting this question because his body goes ridged. His chest rises and falls slowly as he takes calming breaths. Eventually, he turns towards me and leans up against his bookshelf.

“When I was a warrior for your father, he asked me to do things sometimes that I did not fully agree with. Since he was my Alpha, I did them without complaining. Most of the wolves here were just doing what they were told. They are not bad people just because they took orders from their Alpha. We killed everyone who was involved with killing our families.” he explains but I don’t agree with his statement.

“If an Alpha tells you to do something that you do not agree with you don’t have to do it. Sure, you could be punished, but I would take a punishment over doing something against my beliefs any day. Those people had a choice, and they picked the wrong one. I would have killed every one of them instead of getting in bed with them.” My tone is more accusing than I anticipated, and it pisses Abel off.

He strolls over to me with a menacing look on his face and out of reflex I back up until I hit a wall. He puts both of his hands on each side of me holding himself up onto the wall and comes inches to my face.

“Don’t think that since you have Alpha blood running through your veins that you have the right to judge my decisions nor challenge me. I have been leading our people for the last six years and I have not heard one complaint from them. You should show a little appreciation since I not only saved you but kept them alive too. If anything, you owe me a thank you, princess.”

His words feel like poison as they sting my ego. I can almost taste the blood in my mouth from biting my tongue.

He is right. I have no room to judge how he has done things. The important thing is that he has kept them together and alive.

I force the anger down into the pit of emotions that I keep locked up. “Thank you, Abel, for keeping my pack safe,” I tell him. I look down at his lips because my wolf is curious what they look like from this close.

“And for saving me… twice,” I add. When I peer back up into his eyes they have darkened. His aroma is more invasive than usual and the energy that is radiating from him is raw.

He wants me.

“I have a meeting; you need to go, now.” He dismisses me, stepping away from me and pointing to the doorway at the other end of the room.

Just as I reach the doorway, he calls from the other side of the room. “You’re welcome.” I can’t tell if he is being sincere.

Amber appears at the door to escort me back to my room.

In my room, Amber hands me a set of pajamas and sets a plate of food next to my bed. “Dinner has been served in our rooms tonight since there is a threat to the pack house. Alpha has asked that we all stay in our rooms for the night. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed before I retreated to mine.” Amber said to me, as she heads for my bedroom door.

“Yes, I have everything I need, thank you, Amber,” I tell her.

I take the clothes and enter the bathroom numbly. I change into my night clothes and brush my teeth. I move my untouched plate to the cart outside my door before I lay down. There is no way I can eat tonight after the events of today. I retreat to my bed, pulling back the sheets and climbing in.

My head is spinning from the confusion. My wolf says Abel is my mate, I should be happy. I used to love Abel, and I always expected us to be together, mated or not. I had a huge crush on him growing up and it was my dream to be his. Here I am in HIS pack house, reunited with him and I don’t know what I want to do.

The little voice inside my head keeps telling me to keep my distance, to not listen to my wolf... I don’t even know what to think.

After hours of my brain in a whirlwind I finally drift off to sleep.

Abel POV

I had to get Freya out of here. Her scent was driving me insane, and my wolf was becoming intolerable, screaming that she was mine. I know she is my mate, but does she know? She didn’t seem too sure about me. She has known me since I was a kid. We were supposed to be it, she was my end game, and now she’s my mate. The wolf inside me is screaming to be let out. He is so frustrated with me for not kissing her when she wanted me to.

Freya was only 14 when she was captured, so she wouldn’t have gone through the ritual to receive her powers, but yet her presence is so strong. I know that she is destined to be great.

The night I received my powers the Luna came to me and told me of a vision, “I saw a vision, Abel. Freya’s fate is not what it seems. You will both be deceived. Don’t let the love for each other cloud her decisions. She will birth power like no other.”

Her mother’s words have been on replay in my head since she has been back here. I wish I only knew what it meant.

I need to go on a run. I leave my office and walk down to my room. I stop by Freya’s door and catch a whiff of her.

Goddess, she smells so good. I want to mate her and mark her as my Luna, but how could I pull that off? I have already promised the Luna title to Layla. My pack is loyal to Layla. Freya is the right choice for my Luna, she is one of my kind, but what would it cost me with this pack?

I have to force myself to go into my bedroom. I could sit out here and revel in her scent all night... F*ck… I head to the bathroom to take a shower.

In the shower the guilt hits me. I have been with so many women and Freya was alive this entire time. I wonder if she felt it every time I took a woman to bed. Zach would murder me if he was alive.

I miss Zach, he was my best friend. The morning of the invasion I drove Freya to school before heading to school myself. I felt this weird bond between her and me. It wasn’t a s****l bond because we were still kids, but a comforting feeling. It was not something I could overlook.

I joked to Zach that morning in second period. “Bro what would you do if Freya and I ended up mated foreal?” he glared at me with disapproval.

“I’d kill you. Freya deserves better than you Abel.” Zach looked at me with pure hate in his eyes. He was the only one against mine and Freya’s arrangement. Zach was right then; I don’t deserve Freya. I’m pathetic.

Elias POV

My phone wakes me from my sleep – it's Zora. “What?” I demand, not too happy about being woken up so late. The clock reads 2:08 am. This had better be good.

“Elias, I need you to come to Bluemoon's territory,” Zora whispers from the other end of the phone.

Bluemoons? That is the last place I want to be.

“The seern told me of a vision years ago… I didn’t think it was true because the Alphas daughter died… But…” Zora stops speaking as if the words are too hard to say.

“What?” I demand again. I do not have time for speculation.

“The prophecy about the Alpha of Crescent moon being mated to an Alpha female of Crescent moon and the future that their bond holds for our kind… do you know that prophecy?” she asks.

“Yes, I do. Why is this story so important that you call me at this hour?”

“I apologize sir, but she’s alive. The Alphas' daughter. I saw her leaving Abel’s office.”