Goddess's Design His Fated Mate (Willow & Reuben)

“Try to say that again and see if you will be able to step foot in my territory for the following second,” I growled lowly, glaring into her eyes with my wolf’s. “Reu… Reuben,” sShe was completely taken aback by my reaction and felt embarrassed when a passer by heard me and gave Ella a…

“Me?” the corner of his lips lifted into a half smile but nowhere near a full one. “Yes, if you had not broken up with me on my eighteenth birthday, if you had not stopped loving me, if you had not given up on me and would have only continued loving me then …” I…

“You…” Letting go of the steering wheel Mia crossed her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes dangerously at me not bothering to hide her suspicion, “You are hiding from the Alpha, aren’t you?” The cappuccino I had just taken a sip of nearly got stuck in my throat then I nearly spewed…

Before I could finish my sentence, Walter pulled me into a tight hug. “I finally found you, Willow.” Willow “I finally found you, Willow.” I gasped as Walter pulled me into a sudden hug. The heat burning inside me was extinguished as if I were thrown into a river of ice, but it wasn’t because…

“Fuck! I agree with those requests. It turns out that those disgusting rogues are behind these mysterious attacks! They are really asking for their own death, right?” Bix tossed away the photographs down on the desk in irritation. “Let’s wipe them out completely and put the end of these fucked mysterious attacks.” Oran nodded as…

Supporters of the magic theory snarled in frustration, while those who dismissed it grew even more infuriated. “Oh, they must’ve sprouted wings indeed! Or are you suggesting that the witches have broken their sacred treaty with werewolves and are now attacking us?” retorted another Alpha, their voice dripping with disbelieving anger. “Nonsense! The witches wouldn’t…

In the midst of the unfolding chaos, I calmly took another drag from my cigarette listening to Oran’s words through the mind-link. As the rogues advanced, their predatory steps closing the distance between us, they inexplicably bypassed Oran as if he were an invisible entity in their midst. Oran, clearly taken aback by this turn…

“Why? Does it hurt when she cries?” Oran’s glare intensified, drawing closer to my face. “Stop it,” I growled at him. “Why? Are you angry at me?” He chuckled. “Don’t provoke me, Oran,” I cautioned. “Why? Do you want to kill me?” He leaned dangerously close. “Why not do it now and be done with…

Wyatt blinked up at me, his captivating green eyes filled with curiosity. Every day after returning from kindergarten, I’d serve them lunch, then they’d head off to play with the other pack kids. Typically, once they finished playing with the other children, they’d seek out Reuben. He’d indulge them in any game they desired then…

his voice was low, almost gravelly. He clearly didn’t want to elaborate. “You didn’t seem inclined to join them,” I remarked softly, avoiding direct eye contact. “Yes, they weren’t following their own rules and attempted to steal something from me. So I put an end to their game,” he replied. I sensed a deeper meaning…