The Dark Side Of Fate

~Tamia~

Sylvester’s eyes lingered on her, not moving, not blinking.

I wondered if she was Susan. I looked around, and I saw Leo looking at me with concern.

I could remember this scene from before. It had happened to me before, but I did not want to believe it was happening to me again.

I saw Linda and Theodore dancing and did not want to call them. Stephanie was talking to one of the guests, and Marcel was introducing Avery to people.

I did not know if I should squeeze Sylvester’s thigh or call his name.

“Sylvester,” I said with a breathy voice, and he did not respond.

My heart began to race.

“No, no, no, Tamia,” Kaira said in pain, and I contemplated waiting around to experience the disgrace that would ensue.

“Sylvester,” I said with a breathy voice again, but his eyes remained fixed on the blond woman in the peach dress, and I watched the words escape his lips.

“Mate”.

My eyes filled with tears immediately, but I fought them.

Even if I cried, it would not be in public. It would not be in the eyes of Pamela and Leo. It will not be before everyone. So I held it together, but I was utterly broken inside.

The woman began to approach. She was beautiful. Hourglass shape, plump lips, doe eyes, oval-shaped face. Perfect in every way. I sat still, shaking inside.

Sylvester stared at her; to him, she was the only person in the world. I understood the feeling; I had been there. Every fibre of me wanted Devin. I wanted him so badly, but I fought it. I did not know where the strength came from, but I fought it. It didn’t look like Sylvester was putting up a fight.

Sylvester was the wolf lord. He did not need to fight it. He was allowed to have mistresses and keep harems. Being faithful to me was a choice for him and not an obligation.

He had not claimed me yet and did not need a blue moon to claim this woman. I was truly fucked.

What if he accepts and claims her and chooses to keep me as his mistress because of his baby? If that ever happened to me, I would run away and not look back.

I sat still and watched her approach. I wanted to chase her out of the hall and have the guards hurl her away, kicking and screaming, but I knew Sylvester wouldn’t have that. She was his mate, after all.

Her eyes were teary as she approached. She looked relieved and happy. There was so much joy in her and a tinge of regret too. Who was she?

“Mate,” I heard Knight say with a growl, and my insides churned. I could no longer speak. Breathing was hard, but I sat still.

“Susan?” Sylvester said, and I figured out why they both strongly reacted to the mate bond.

She was Susan, his Susan, the Susan that he told me I did not need to worry about. He lied.

I now understood the look of regret in her eyes.

If only she had stayed and not run off to the south, they would have been happily married with pups by now. Suddenly I felt like a placeholder for her.

I began to gather myself. I prepared myself mentally to walk away from the hall. She approached our table and smiled at Sylvester.

said with a breathy

falling down her face. People were staring at us, and then someone made a loud noise that took people’s

of the sound, and it was

to someone at the top

him, and I could see that he

everyone was looking at Sylvester and

looked back at Susan and Sylvester,

say, but

staring at him in

wasn’t there, and I could not blame her. How could she acknowledge her placeholder? She had returned to take her man, and it seemed I would have no choice but to let him

low growls coming from Sylvester, and his breathing was a bit laboured. He did

could see him battling Knight, and I

do to deserve

that it happened to me once, but

a fated in my world was rare, but it seemed to be a curse that followed me everywhere. Only three people found their fated in the

thing have

tears and tried to be strong through the humiliation that was about

mind, and I was ashamed

and he had disputed it and

he said, and she

her name and not mine. He did not look at me. He kept staring

was

gently and was about to walk away

up and continued to stare

did he want me to witness this painful event? I wanted to run away. I wanted to leave and go and hide. There was no way I would remain with him and his fated. This was my

have left,” Susan said, tears spilling

He was staring at her, and I could feel

goddess you are..” She

her sentence, and

tried to get away, but he held me still. I tried to wiggle my hand away from his. My tears were threatening

love, and we will be getting married

Thinking Fate was a strong reason for him to dump

do not care about such

to find me and bring me back so I can be your

I have someone I love

he would want to risk being weak because

was brewing, and he had to be at

myself to my fate, and he squeezed my wrist. His hand was shaking. It was difficult for

here, Susan; you should have stayed away like my mother warned you to,” He

each other. My heart still beats for you the same. Please. I did not leave you intentionally; I wasn’t given a choice, please. We can make this work. We are destined to be together,” She argued, and

pleaded for privacy because she knew she could get the

at his hand on my wrist. There was a rage in them, but

herself. I could see it, and to her, I was an

us find a private place to talk things through, away from the crowd,” She pleaded, and I knew when she

when we were younger,” She said with tears