Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Jaxson’s gaze was hard, his voice cold. “We’re fated to be together.

Bonded. True mates.”

I scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t believe in that kind of thing.”

He gritted his teeth and spoke with a bitter tone. “It doesn’t matter

whether you believe it or not, or whether either of us wants it. The fates have

woven our lifelines together. We have no choice.”

We’re mates, my wolf said, but I shoved her aside as shock and

resentment boiled up inside of me. I was not going to be told who to be with,

not by Jaxson or my wolf or the fates or anyone.

I disentangled myself from Jaxson and stood, pulling what shadows I

could find around me to cover my nakedness. “You realize how fucked up all

this sounds, right? This can’t be real.”

He climbed to his feet and glared back at me. “Fated mates are as real as

magic or werewolves or prophesies. The mate bond is part of our world. I

didn’t know we were bonded until you shifted the first time. Suddenly, I felt

your pain from miles away, and I knew exactly where you were. That’s how I

found you in the woods.”

He came to us when we were dying, caught between forms, my wolf said.

Panic seeped in through the corners of my mind.

Jaxson touched his chest. “Our bond—it’s like a string stretched between

our souls, always pulling us back together.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. This was hitting too close to home.

I’d felt that sensation, a tug on my chest pulling me out of the cavern and

to Jaxson even when I was almost too weak to hold the knife.

He placed his hand lightly on my shoulder and released a burst of magic

that sent a shiver along my spine. “Our bond is how I can heal you. Only true

mates can do that. I can’t do it for anyone else in my pack.”

My heartbeat accelerated, and I fought for air as my lungs tightened.

Jaxson was cornering me just like he’d done in the alley behind his autobody

shop, like he’d done in the garden of monsters in Italy.