Fate Makes No Mistakes の小説・ストーリー

Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece. This time, there probably wouldn’t be another rebirth…

But I want you to go with me I want them to know you are claimed , Eryx looked at me for a few seconds " ok but we are not fated and am scared you know I don't like social interaction" I assured nothing is going to happen to him ,And as we held each other close, letting the night stretch around us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tomorrow would change everything. Something was coming—something I couldn’t see yet—but I would recognize it the moment it arrived. I shrugged it off assuring my self that everything in my life is perfect I have ERYX we don't have to fated to be with each other .

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

He said as he kept the book on the table beside him and fell on the bed. Lucus sat outside the balcony, on the railings. He raised his hand and the antabulam flew towards him. His eyes turned grey as he opened the book. "Negative one year" He wrote something inside it. "How rare for you to cut down lives" Fate sat beside him. "Am I doing something wrong?" "You are the angel of death so you deal with death yourself. Don't drag me into something so simple" Fate said as she got up. "You're funny."

Her amusement traveled the bond as she watched his ridiculous emotional display. I turned my neck so that he could see my rose. His eyes widened in disbelief. “How?! You’re a wolf. You’re nothing!” Imeela’s claws came out, and she dragged them across his face for what he had said about me. I broke his nose for how he looked at her. We made quite the pair, having each other’s backs no matter what. “Fate deemed him worthy because he is an amazing man. It’s not his fault that fate deemed you a pussy,” she deadpanned the last part.

Is that the person he will go for? Though the moon goddess had made them mate. He think maybe that must have been a mistake. Since no one is greater in making a mistake as being quoted. "You're right. But can fate be deceived?" That question of Irene shocked and sent down some bone crashing down to Alpha Dante. He never expected such a word from her at this moment. "What the fuck do you mean? What are you talking about, Irene?"

I slowly shake my head, as though by doing so, I could will his words away and out of my head, “No. No, it’s not like that. That’s not how it works. The Moon Goddess ordained us as mates. The rest of the details will work themselves out with time- that’s the meaning of Fate. We’re meant for each other-” “She made a mistake”, he cuts in mercilessly. My head shakes even more vigorously, my body language plainly expressing my desperation, “The goddess is never wrong-“ “She is this time”, he cuts again, his voice firm. What is happening? This is not what is supposed to happen…none of this is making any sense… I take another step towards him again and this time he takes a big one back. Away from

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

“Not ready for what?” “For any of this.” My voice was firm, but there was something fragile underneath it. “Not for love. Not for mates. Not for any of it.” Lucian’s expression didn’t change. He studied me for a long moment before murmuring, “You think the Moon Goddess made a mistake, don’t you?” I swallowed hard. “I don’t just think it,” I whispered. “I know it.” Lucian took a deep breath before speaking one last time. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, Mira.” His voice was strong, unwavering. “And neither did fate when it brought us to you.”