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

heavy, so not herself at all. Her fathers’ strong arms picked her up bridal style and walked up the stairs and into her room. He slipped her shoes off, laying her down on the bed.
“I am so sorry, things would have been so much easier had we just kept you. We shouldn’t have been afraid.” He whispered to her and she smiled softly.
“It’s Ok daddy, I forgive you. Just don’t leave me again, Ok?” She asked softly, sleeping already.

He woke up gasping for air, in shock from cold water being thrown up on him.
“Wakey, wakey Alpha. We’ve got a lot to do today!” A deep Texas male voice said that Thomas growled at. He looked around at his surroundings and growled again. They’d put him in a cage, a giant cage that, he was sure, was made out of silver bars.
“Back at ya buddy.” The male voice said and he threw the bucket on the floor. The man looked to be in his mid forties with grey eyes. Eyes that his wolf now dreamed to rip out. The man leaned his hands on his knees and looked into Thomas’ eyes.
“I take it yer angry?” His lip twitched a little, showing off a white tooth. “Get this, nobody here cares. Nobody gives a flying fuck about you or yer damn wolf, boy. No one is afraid of you, yer in our world
now!” The man yelled, his grey eyes sparking with amusement which only ticked Thomas off even more. He shifted his jaw, grinding his teeth together, and narrowed his eyes on the man.
“Am I pissin’ ya off boy? Am I making the Alpha mad?” The man asked standing up straight and smirking.
“Nope, you’re just signing your death certificate. Right on the dotted line.” Thomas replied gruffly, showing off his pointy teeth. He tried to move his hands, only to find them cuffed behind his back by silver handcuffs. It burned his flesh where he rubbed it and he tried to hold in his yelp.
“Smart little dog aren’t you?” The man asked and Thomas stiffened, that was the most degrading name to ever call a were. That was like calling a human a monkey.
“Ooh, have I hit a sore spot, dog?” he asked, smirking. If he wasn’t cuffed to this chair, this man would be dead.
“It’s not nice to torment our guests Mack.” Kelly said, descending from a staircase placed at the front left of the room.
“Half the stuff they do isn’t nice.” Mack grumbled and walked out of the cage, locking it behind him and throwing Thomas a wink.
“I know, we’ll get them for that. But for now we just need him angry enough.” She said softly and patted Mack on the cheek as she sauntered to the cage.
“So... do you like your new home?” She beamed brightly and Thomas spit on the floor.
“Well, whatever it takes to make a house a home.” She frowned and unlocked the cage. Today she wore a leather skirt with a leather halter top. That was all they ever wore, fucking leather. He hoped it rubbed all there fucking skin off.
“So, we’re gonna keep you here. Just for a little while.” She explained, locking the door and turning to face him. Not exactly smart.
“Now I’m sure you’re wondering exactly how long a little while is, truth is we don’t exactly know. We’ve tried this before, on different wolves of course, but they were just never strong enough.” She said brightly while still walking forward.
“So when they asked me to help them, you were the only person I thought of. Your wolf is extraordinary, strong and fierce. Exactly what we need.” She said putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning down. Her big green eyes filled with evil and happiness, however the hell that was possible.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what exactly we’re doing. I’ll tell you, as long as your promise not to tell.” She told him then giggled wildly.
“As if you could. We need to make weapons, against your kind. We’ve made several of them thanks to the help of your uh... family... but we need a study subject. One that can experience the pain, but can still last... ‘til we find something new.” She said sincerely and Thomas felt his rage rise back up
“You’re using me... So you can build weapons against my kind.”
“It’s so much more than that. Think of it as... birth control. To help make sure there aren’t too many of you hopping around like bunny rabbits.”
“You’re trying to control nature?” He almost yelled, almost.
“You aren’t nature. You’re freaks! Freaks that turn into monsters and try to kill things that are natural!” She shrieked pushing herself away from him.
“Are you forgetting that we are human too!? Are you forgetting that I sit here in my human form?!?”
“You should not have forms! You should be how god made you!” She shrieked and backhanded him. He tasted blood which he quickly spat out and glared at her.
“God created all things, you crazed bitch! I would say, if god made things in his image, that god is a were too!” He growled at her and she shrieked again and punched him again. For a crazed psycho bitch, she sure did hit hard.
“Shut the hell up, you demon spawn!” She yelled and kicked his chair over. His body hit the floor with a thud and his head bounced off the pavement.
“Rest up, dog! You’re gonna need your sleep!” She hissed at him, kicked him in the gut, then walked out of the cage. He knew now, that his time had come to an end.


Her work week had come to an end and all she felt like doing was just going to sleep. But something was nagging at her, niggling her to pay attention. She just couldn’t figure out what it was. She’d stayed in the house all day Saturday, sleeping on and off. That was all she ever seemed to be doing. Sleeping, eating, rubbing her stomach, thinking about sleeping. It was a vicious circle that she didn’t mind at all. At least she didn’t have to deal with Thomas. She hadn’t heard from him in about a day, not that she really scared. Something in her did though, something in her cared about him. Something in her wanted to know where he was, why he’d gone, and when he was coming ack. She wanted to kill whatever the hell that was. That would only send her in a downward spiral that she didn’t need to go down. A knock on her door brought her out of her sleep and she grumbled.
“Yeah?” She asked and the door opened slightly.
“Are you up, Molly?” Ryan asked, poking his cute little head in. She sighed and sat up, fixing her shirt a little.
“Now I am, what’s up squirt?” She said, taking a breath and trying to refrain from patting her little baby bump.
“Mommy wanted me to check up on you, and tell you that there’s a pack meeting in an hour.” He told her, his little voice squeaking a little. She smiled and stood up, Ryan’s eyes bulged when he looked at her small bulge and he gulped.
“What happened to your tummy?” He asked, she could hear his heartbeat pick up and could smell a little fear wafting from him.
“I’m sure mom told you I’m having a baby?” She asked, taking a step toward him. He took a small step back and nodded.
“Well, it’s in my tummy.” She said simply and his face blanched.
“You ate your baby?” He squeaked and she felt like laughing.
“Yes, I ate it up and swallowed it. Now it’s gonna be in my tummy forever!” She said in a deep voice and he yelled.
“Mom!!! Molly ate her baby!!!” He yelled and she ran after him.
“You little snitch! I thought I could trust you!” She yelled, struggling to keep from laughing as she chased him around the house.
“Hey, hey! No running in the house!” Her father said picking Ryan up and twirling him around.
“She ate her baby dad! She ate him up whole and now he’s gonna stay there forever!” He yelled, distressed, to his father and Molly gulped. Her father put Ryan down slowly and turned to look at her.
“See, now here’s a perfect explanation for tha-“ She started to say but then ran away.
“Molly!!” He boomed and she giggled as she ran down the stairs.
“Whoa, whoa speedy Gonzalez. Careful, what are you running from?” Her mother said stopping her at the foot of the stairs.
“Daddy is trying to hurt me momma, Ryan lied on me and Daddy wouldn’t even listen to what I said!” She cried to her mother, struggling to keep a straight face. She heard her father come closer and she ran into the kitchen. Only to be stopped by her rumbling stomach, she frowned and thought it over. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little ice cream. She went in the freezer and pulled out the tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and went to get a spoon.
“Really? I’m chasing you and you get ice cream?” Her father asked, sounding highly amused and she shrugged stabbing her ice cream with her spoon.
“The baby got hungry, I’m not gonna not feed my baby for my own selfish reasons poppa. That’s just foolish.” She said shrugging and popping a spoonful of ice creamy goodness in her mouth.
“You called me poppa.” He said, sounding astounded and she smiled around another spoonful.
“Are you not my poppa? Or would you rather I call you Michael, ‘cuz I can do that.” She said, her mouth filled with cold confection.
“No, no. It’s just... Ryan doesn’t even call me poppa.” He said, sitting down at the kitchen island. She sighed and took a seat in front of him.
“You weren’t there for me, and you feel bad. I forgive you, I forgave you a long time ago.” She said softly and he looked at her.
“When?”
“When I was in New York. The orphanage there was filled with little kids, their parents had left them there. At first I was really bitter about it, I was glad that everyone was there with me. If I didn’t have parents why should they, right? Nah, I realized I was wrong when one month a little girl’s mother and father came back. They broke down in front of the whole orphanage, they cried and they cried. They said they weren’t ready for a kid, that they wanted the little girl back. I get it, you weren’t ready for me, you didn’t know what to do with me. But honestly I thank you. If you didn’t do what you did, I would’ve ended up really screwed up. You just needed time to accept you were parents, I believe you came back for me. So even though you screwed up, you’re still my poppa, and I still love you.” She said and kissed his tear streaked face.
“Want some ice cream poppa?” She asked softly and he took the tub from her and ate it, making her laugh a little. Chapter 11