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

She couldn’t have held it in even if she tried. She came and arched into his fingers, he kissed her silencing her moans.
“Please, I want you now, please.” She begged him running his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and shook his head.
“There’s... there’s something I gotta tell you.” He told her and she sat up, sensing the urgency in his tone.
“I’m not normal. I’m not like the guys you see on TV, or you read about in books. Well some books.” She laughed and smiled at him.
“I know that, I’ve known that since we were little.”
“No... no you didn’t. You knew what I told you, what I allowed myself to tell you. I’m... I’m a werewolf. Not the ones from the old movies, half man half beast all monster. I just turn into a wolf.” She was stunned into silence. She narrowed her eyes slowly.
“So you think you’re a... werewolf?” She asked him slowly, cautiously.
“I am a werewolf. That’s why my eyes change color, thats why my teeth get sharper. That’s why when we have sex I get controlling.” He told her, looking down. She had already drawn back from him, but that small act made her come back to him.
“Ok, look babe. I know you believe this, but I’m telling you that you’re not. Ok, you’re normal, as normal as I am.” She told him, tucking her legs underneath her.
“Please don’t make me show you, please just believe me.” He begged, looking into her eyes.
“You’re starting to scare me now.” She whispered to him, putting her hand on the nape of his neck.
“I don’t mean to, this is why I’m telling you this now. Before we have sex again, I’m telling you this now. Tomorrow, you can’t leave, I won’t be able to let you do that.”
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow, but as for now, we sate ourselves.” She said and laid him down on top of her.


Chapter 7

He awoke with a warm body next to him and happiness warming him. He had told Molly what he was, and she... well she hadn’t believed him. She hadn’t really said in words that she didn’t believe him, so that was good. Right? She stirred next to him and nestled closer. He looked down to see her cute little face tucked into the crook of his neck. His phone wrung and he was tempted to ignore it and just watch her.
“Ungh, turn it off before I slam it.” She mumbled and turned to give him a wonderful view of her backside. He reached to his night stand and picked up his phone.
“Someone better be dead.” He growled into the phone, angry at the caller for waking his mate up.
“She’s ran again, she’s not at the motel!” Her mother shrieked at him and Molly sat up. Her eyes narrowed on his and she shook her head and started to reach for the phone. He moved away from her and she reached again.
“She didn’t leave she’s right- OW!” He yelled as she pushed him off the bed. She grabbed his phone and slammed down on the end button.
“What are you trying to do?” She hissed at him and put his phone back on the night stand.
“She’s your mother, you’ll have to talk to her sooner or later. Whether you want to or not.”
“That is a damn lie.” She huffed and flopped back down on the bed. He sat himself up and pulled on his boxers.
“You hungry?” He asked and walked out of his room.
“Depends on what you have.” She muttered and he shook his head. He walked into the kitchen and got the pancake batter out of the cabinet. He pulled some bacon out of the fridge and got started on breakfast.
“Ok, I know you’re a guy and all.” She said coming from behind him and towards the coffee pot. “But would it really kill you to put the seat down, I almost died.” She teased and filled the pot with water.
“Would you rather fall into the toilet or sit on pee.” He told her blandly mixing the pancake batter.
“Neither, actually. I’d rather pee in an outhouse than do either of those.” She answered and pinched him.
“That’s not nice, you wanna know what I do with bad girls?” He asked and picked her up, placing her on the counter. She smiled haughtily and cocked an eyebrow, she leaned closer to him so that her lips were a scant inch away from his.
“What would that be?” She whispered and he trailed his hand from her waist to the waistband of his boxers. He toyed with it between his fingers and smiled when she shivered. He thought that was unbelievably sexy and he did it again.
“I’d be delighted to show you.” He whispered back huskily and leaned in to kiss her.
“On the counter? Seriously? Have you guys no restraint?” Dad said from the kitchen opening and we both jumped. He should’ve been more alert, he should’ve smelled him or at least heard him. Molly blushed and slid off the counter.
“It was your sons fault, he’s been mauling me all night.” She mumbled and he snorted. She smiled and winked up at him and mouthed ‘later’. He chuckled and leaned down to her ear.
“You bet your sweet ass later.” He mumbled and bit her earlobe, knowing she creamed for that. He growled softly in her ear as the smell of her arousal wafted up to his nose with heavenly bliss and she moaned softly.
“Your father.” She whispered huskily and a deep throat cleared. He turned around and started mixing the pancake mix again.
“I take it you’ve told her?” His father asked and she turned to face him. She opened her mouth to say something and Thomas waited. She simply smiled and picked up the eggs and turned back to the sink.
“Yeah I told her.” He didn’t tell him that she didn’t really say Ok, but he had told her.
“And the marking?” His father asked, keeping his eyes on Molly. Thomas closed his eyes and hung his head. He didn’t tell her that, one step at a time, but apparently his father just wanted to let it all out. She cracked eggs on the counter and started humming. She had shut down again, she was starting to open up but he knew, just by her humming, that he had lost her again. She would’ve turned around and asked what his father meant, or she would’ve yelled and screamed that he was keeping secrets from her. Instead she whisked the eggs and turned on the stove.
“Pan?” She asked, her voice tense, raising her brow. He looked to her but her eyes were shielded and her face pale.
“You Ok?” He asked touching her cheek.
“That’s a loaded question right now Thomas, where is the pan?” She asked him, maintaining eye contact. He sighed and pointed to the bottom cupboard. She threw a glance at his father and knelt down.
“Thanks” She mumbled and he looked to his father. His father merely shook his head and sighed.
“It won’t work if you keep secrets from each other.” His father said to him and Molly slammed the pot down on the stove.
“If you’re not gonna cook anything go sit down in the living room or go back to sleep.” She snapped a him and took the pancake mix from him. He threw a hateful glare at his father, which he merely shrugged off, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I love you Ok, I only keep things away from you to protect-“
“Don’t feed me that line of shit, Ok? You keep things from me because you want to, it’s not necessary for you to do it, you just do. There is no sugarcoating it, there is no baby talking it. If keeping secrets helps you better to cope with whatever the hell you need to cope with, you do that. Just... go sit down Ok?” She snapped at him and walked to the stove. He closed his eyes and let out a breath.
“I tried to tell you but-“
“When?! When the fuck did you try to tell me Thomas?!? When you were fucking me, is that when you tried to tell me?!” She yelled slamming the bowl down on the counter near the stove.
“My father.” He warned taking a step closer to her.
“Your father is the only truthful one in this relationship and I’m not even screwing him!” She yelled and for the first time ever her eyes swirled amber.


He was making her so angry. She had thought they were past this, she had listened to when he said he was a werewolf, she hadn’t believed him but she listened. He could’ve told her before they had sex, he could’ve told her about the marking! Whatever the fuck that was!
“Watch it.” He growled and his eyes fought the amber changing.
“Oooh what will you do, huh, Thomas? You gonna fight me? You gonna hit me Thomas?” She asked stepping closer to him and clenching her fists. She felt the urge to fight now, to hit something with all her might. To bite something.
“Don’t push me because I swear I won’t have-“
“Enough!” His father yelled and she winced but kept her eyes on Thomas’ amber ones.
“Do it, I fucking dare you! Hit me!” She yelled at him and stepped closer to him. Her teeth started to hurt and she clenched them against each other, willing the ache to stop. He narrowed his eyes and growled at her. She snarled at him and started to raise her fist. His father was suddenly there, peering into her eyes.
“Stop, right now.” His voice stiffened her but she fought against it and won.
“Bite me.” She growled and ripped herself away from him. She felt destructive, extremely destructive. She punched the wall with a war cry and felt satisfied when the wall dented underneath her pressure. It wasn’t enough though, she needed more destruction, something to relieve her anger. She stormed to his room and picked up his pillow. She stuffed it to her face and let out an earth shattering yell. She felt a little better at the end of it but she still ripped the pillow in half. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was fine now, she felt a whole bunch better. She rubbed her forehead and paced the room.
“Are you done going psycho now?” Thomas asked popping his head in the doorway. She clenched her teeth and her fists, biting her tongue. She let out a breath and turned to him.
“I’ve brought you on an emotional roller coaster, and for that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for thinking this could work, I’m sorry for sleeping with you, I’m sorry for distracting you from your regular life. I don’t know why I thought I could just come back, I was wrong and I see that now. I can’t do this without being too bitchy or too emotional, and you can’t do this because you’ve got this secrecy thing about you that I jut can’t... do. So I’m just gonna leave, I think that’s best.” She told him and struggled to hold in her tear as something scratched inside her brain. She closed her eyes and her ears to his protests and pulled off his boxers. She