Fated (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (the best books to read TXT) 📕

loved every minute of it.
“But you didn’t! She isn’t fragile! You knew that when you were younger, and you know that now!”
“I’m not telling her, I will never tell her.”
“You have to-“
“What the hell is going on here?!” She screamed, having enough of the banter. They both looked to her and blinked once. Her eyes stuck to only to Thomas though. Close his eyes and shook his head.
“I’m sorry I can’t, I just- wait don’t.” As soon as the first words were out she picked up her pants and shirt.
“What are you doing?” He asked, sorrow lacing his tone that she shook her head at.
“You can’t tell me something?! You can’t tell me something?! I told you everything! I showed you my scars! I slept with you!! And you can’t tell me anything?!” She yelled at him, fighting the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“There is a good reason, I’m sure, maybe if you just-“ His father started but she whirled to him as she stomped into her pant legs.
“There is no good reason. Not this time. He’s done this when we were little, and he’s doing it again! I am not a child, I won’t be talked to like I am.” She hissed at him and he looked away. She took his shirt off and threw it at his face, not caring about her nudity, and pulled on her own shirt.
“Goodbye Tom, it was nice seeing you again Mr. Green, I really hoped it was under better circumstances.” She told him and wiped her face. She picked up her underwear and her bra, and stormed out of the room. On the way out the door she grabbed her jacket and her keys, she opened the door and effectively slammed it. Her heart shuddered at the final sound of it, but she thoroughly ignored it. It was a bad call to give into what her body wanted, lesson learned. She stormed down the stairs with her head down and tears blinding her vision. She bumped into a lady and almost fell on her ass, but luckily the lady had fast reflexes.
“Are you Ok, sweety?” A sweet motherly voice said. She wiped her face and looked up into warm green eyes that flitted from her to the staircase she’d just exited from.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just saw a really sad movie.” She said, it was a really bad lie, she knew it, she was pretty sure even the lady knew it. But the lady let her go and gave her a small smile before disappearing into the staircase. She picked her head up and went outside, the light burning her eyes. A man leaned on a black car. He looked highly familiar with his black tousled hair and his piercing black eyes. They landed on her for a minute and he gave a polite nod with a small smile and she did the same. She walked past him and toward McFurly’s when she felt a warm hand grasp her upper arm.
“Molly?” The stranger asked, his voice rough and scratchy.
“No, I’m sorry I don’t know you.” She stuttered and ripped her arm from his grip.
“Molly Turanga.” This time it wasn’t a question. The stranger knew her, how she would never know.
“Yes, that’s me. But I don’t know you.” She said, and turned on her heel. She heard a window open and the yelled words:
“Do not let her out of your sight!?” From a female. Sighing she rolled her shoulders back and ran.


His wolf growled and paced in his mind. She left them, he was afraid she would leave them. But she hadn’t, at least not the first time. Then he had to get all... protective. Now she hated him. HE couldn’t tell her though, he just couldn’t. It would break his heart if she thought he was a monster and never wanted to see him again. Just like it broke his heart when she left.
“You shouldn’t have coddled her, now she’s on the run again and it’s your fault.” Her mother said, pacing the length of his room.
“Don’t you think I realize this now?” He growled at her, rubbing his forehead.
“No, I don’t think you realize this. Because the minute she left this room you were supposed to run after her!” She seethed, her brilliant green eyes glowing with anger.
“I freaked out, Ok?! I had a panic attack, I got scared!”
“You don’t have the right to be scared! You are alpha, you are above fear!” She hissed at him.
“Calm yourself Tania, remember he is still your alpha.” His father said in his calm relaxed tone.
“He ran my daughter off Maximus, I haven’t even gotten to know her-“
“Who’s fault is that?” Her melodic voice said as her father carried her in by her arms.
“Hello Mother, so nice to see you again.” She quipped, her father let her feet down but didn’t let her go. Everyone was quiet for quite a while.
“So now no one has nothing to say, so the jolly green giant over here brought me over for nothing?” She growled, he could smell her anger from here and he growled at it. She sneered at him then looked to her mother.
“Still nothing? How about I start then, hmm? I’m Molly, oh wait you knew that already. I’m 28, oh wait you knew that already too. What exactly do you not know about me?” There was a pause as she glared at her mother.
“No answer? Well that’s just awesome. I gotta say mom, you may not have been a mother in my life, but so far you’re doing pretty well.” She snapped at her mother.
“I get it, I messed up but I wasn’t ready!” Her mother yelled.
“When were you ready? When were you ready to take back the little piss pot, your little mistake? Hmm? Please, enlighten me.” Molly’s voice cracked and he thought he saw a little wetness in her eyes. He took a step toward her and her eyes snapped to his.
“Don’t, you come nowhere near me. None of you actually cared for me! Your father only liked me out of pity, my own parents didn’t even want me, and you’ve been untruthful. You were my best friend!” Tears fell down her cheeks and she gave a yank of her arms. Without hesitation her father dropped her arms and she shot one last look at all of them before slamming out of his life again.


She didn’t have time to be humiliated. She was pissed, pissed at him, pissed at her ‘mother’, pissed at... everything. So of course she hadn’t noticed when she almost bumped into a small little boy. He smiled up at her, two teeth missing at the bottom, and waved.
“Did you see my mommy and daddy? They came in her not too long ago. My daddy told me not to leave but I got scared when they didn’t come back.” He asks, cocking his head to the side. She gulped and backed away from him. His brow furrowed and he pouted.
“Is that a yes or no?” He asked, taking a step forward. Her mouth had gone parched, and she opened and closed it like a fish out of water.
“Are you Ok miss?” he’d asked and she let out a startled snort. She wasn’t a miss, she was far from a miss.
“Ryan, I thought I told you to stay in the car.” A male voice said from behind her, but she kept her eyes on the little boys black ones. They’d had another kid while she was gone? They’d grown ready for a child, after they’d had her? After she’d left they suddenly decided to get ready for a child? She looked at the child before her and her face contorted into disgust.
“Your fathers’ over there kid, now if you’ll move.” She said rudely and passed him, but his small hand reached out for her.
“Please don’t go, if you are who I think you are Mommy and Daddy have been waiting for you.” He begged and her heart broke even more. She turned around and sat on her haunches in front of him.
“Mommy and Daddy have you now, they don’t need me. I’m old and cranky, they don’t need an old and cranky person when they have you.” She told him lightly, she inwardly cried at her words but smiled softly at him.
“Now, I think your daddy would like for you to go back to the car.” She based this on the crying she could faintly hear. She took the small hand that had latched on to her and squeezed it.
“If you’d like I could wait with you so you’re not alone.” He smiled and nodded viscously. She smiled and walked him down the stairs. The door was still open as he climbed into the monster of a car.
“I’m Ryan.” He said and pushed his hand out toward her.
“Molly.” She shook his hand and smiled. They talked about a lot of things, they talked about their favorite colors, their favorite animals, what food they liked. They talked until she heard sniffling in back of her.
“Bye Ryan, I hope I see you around.” She said and ruffled his hair. He giggled and waved at her. She walked away without one glance at the apartment or her parents.


She hadn’t even let him explain anything. She just left in anger. It was absolutely frustrating. His father stayed with him until he was sure that his son was Ok. Thomas had a lot of time to think. He knew she’d go to work. She might be pissed but she was loyal as hell. His wolf scratched at the wall of his brain, begging to be released. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t just let go of his emotions. He had to be strong. Just like Tania said, he didn’t have the luxury of freaking the hell out. He stepped outside the apartment building and breathed in the heavy night air. It was warm, but there was a soothing wind. He rode his bike to the pulsating bar and groaned, it was pop night. Everyone was going to be on the counter tonight, he hoped him and Molly would be one of them. When he walked into the bar, though, and everybody clapped he froze. He had no idea what he was going to say, he’d been cooped up in his apartment all day, pacing and raving in his mind. But yet he had no idea what he was going to say. He just had to suck it up and face her. He walked directly to the bar and was stunned to see Sarah manning the bar.
“Don’t tell me she’s working the food?” He groaned, thinking about how messy things could get on the food side if she was.
“Nope, your girl asked to take off, she’s on the other end drinking to her heart’s content.” Sarah sighed mystically and poured a drink. He looked over her to the other end of the bar to find the back of Molly’s head. She threw back another shot and slammed it down. She laughed at something and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Are you gonna stand there just watching her or are you gonna make your move?” Brandon asked, sidling next to him.
“What would I say? ‘Hey sorry for lying to you, but I’m still gonna. Will you please love me for an eternity?’ Uh no, I’ll figure something out. A beat came on and Brandon’s eyes bulged.
“Holy shit.” He said looking up and Thomas slowly looked up, only to wish he hadn’t. Molly had stood up, to sing the and dance to the song, on the counter and had grabbed Carol. That wasn’t the problem, she could dance and sing her little heart out. Just not dressed like she was. She had on a small black and pale blue pleated mini skirt with fishnet stockings on and slouchy black leather boots. Her top, which wasn’t really a top, was a black half shirt that flowed around her sides with a little pale blue heart on the front. She