Fated Love: A Vampire Paranormal Romance Novel (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 4)

Fated Love: A Vampire Paranormal Romance Novel (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 4) by Franca Storm Read Free Book Online

Book: Fated Love: A Vampire Paranormal Romance Novel (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 4) by Franca Storm Read Free Book Online
Authors: Franca Storm
she appeared to be his fucking mate.
    How could that be? There was only one . It was what he’d always been taught, what he’d always believed. Hell, even Nathanial held the same thing to be true. He knew Marella was his only mate. He’d known that Ryan’s father had been Oriana’s true mate. So much so that he’d recognized it even though Oriana had been married to him .
    He shook his head vehemently. No, this can’t be possible. Something is wrong here. Something is going on. I need to find out what. But how? Who can I tell about this, about what I’ve done? Nathanial. Yes, if anyone will know what to do, it’s him. The guy’s ancient. He’s seen everything. And if it’s something magical, he’ll know. I need to bring Jada to him.
    But in the meantime, how was he going to deal with her? After they’d fucked last night, her feistiness had fallen away and she’d become a vulnerable mess of emotion. The broken look in her eyes when he’d refused to acknowledge that they were mates had been gut-wrenching. He’d fucked around with women in the past, leaving a slew of one-nighters in his wake, but he’d never been an asshole about it. Well, except for Alyssa, but that bitch had baited him. He had to be gentle with Jada. Not my area of expertise at all. Shit.
    “Ryan? Oh, sorry, wait…is that my sister?” Damon’s voice came from the tent entrance.
    The sound of his voice cut through Ryan’s anxious thoughts. He eyed him warily as he walked in, looking between him and Jada. Shit, I didn’t even think about that. Yes, she’s his fucking sister. Great one, Ry. How fucked up were you last night? “Damon—”
    Damon waved his hand and grinned broadly. “No apologies needed.”
    “What?” Ryan asked, surprised.
    “She hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left. She’s been a mess. Crying and depressed the entire time, whining about how you’re her mate. You should’ve seen her last night when I told her you were back.”
    Ryan struggled to absorb his words. He stared at Jada for a long time before finally turning back to Damon and saying, “I’m married.”
    “So what? Your wife’s in another realm. She’s not even wolf. You’re the Wolf King . You need a mate who’s the same species as you, who gets us. That wife of yours was forced upon you—destiny and all that crap. It was never gonna work. You’re the ultimate Alpha wolf, the ruler over us all, and you need a female counterpart to that. Wolf, Ry.”
    Fuck, has he been reading my thoughts for the last few days? “She…Jada said she’s my mate.”
    “Yeah, she kept saying that to me, too.”
    “It’s not possible. There’s only one.”
    “Those White Realm fuckers are so manipulative. Maybe they engineered it between you and Cora. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve fucked with shit like that. What about her and the Vampire Prince?”
    Ryan growled at the mention of Luca. Could what Damon was suggesting really be possible? Vazra was, without a doubt, the most manipulative son of a bitch he’d ever met. He wouldn’t put it past him.
    “You marrying his daughter kept you in his pocket. Well, before your alliance with Nathanial, of course.”
    “Yeah,” Ryan said, running his fingers through his hair. “I need to figure this out.”
    Damon stepped into him and gripped both his shoulders firmly. “I can’t exactly give you orders. You are my King. But whatever you decide to do, do it gently.”
    “When I met your sister she seemed unbreakable. Tough.”
    “Yeah, well. She normally is, except when it comes to this shit. She is, well, was a virgin, remember?”
    Ryan blinked hard. “What?”
    Damon stepped back and eyed him quizzically. “You didn’t know?”
    Ryan shook his head. “Fucking hell ,” he growled. “She didn’t say a goddamn thing.” And there weren’t any signs. She’d been incredibly tight, but that didn’t always mean…that. Blood stained the sheets, but he’d figured that’d been from

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