Meant (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (reading books for 7 year olds TXT) 📕

of her.
“But our scent is already on her.” Molly whispered, as if Valerie wasn’t sitting right in front of them.
“Not in the places she’s hurt. I’m not going to let you take a chance and accidentally touch her where she’s hurt and then we have to waste time trying to keep Brandon from killing you.” Sarah replied in a deadpan voice.
‘Brandon wake up, your assistance is needed.’ She spoke through the pack bonds and she could feel him wake up.
“The shits about to hit the proverbial fan.” Molly mumbled as they heard his light footsteps come down the stairs. They took the time to observe Valerie, seeing as they probably wouldn’t see her for uite some time if all went right… or wrong. Her cute little lips were quivering in fear as she looked up at them and she sniffled, brining attention to her little button like nose. She had a full figure that seemed to be strong and sturdy. But Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that she looked like an 18 year old rather than a 25 year old woman.
“What’s that smell-“ Brandon started but her quickly shut up when he saw his mate sitting there, quaking in fear and looking up at his friends. She looked to him and her mouth popped open.
“You.” Was all she said and that seemed to have a major effect on him. He could smell her injuries, smell that she’d been hurt and as soon as he did his wolf stood on alert.
“What the hell happened?” He snarled and Sarah struggled to hold in a sigh.
“We found her like that and carried her inside on laid her down on the couch, she just woke up.” Valerie looked up to Sarah then back to him.
“I can understand if you want to kill me, I really just prefer that you make it quick. I know I have no right to ask, but I don’t do torture that well. And I never really did kill any of the wolves, I’ve always liked wolves. My mother didn’t though, hated you guys, but I akways helped. Always.” She mumbled on, tears swimming around in her electrifying pupils.
“What’s with all the commotion and why the hell aren’t you in my bed?” Thomas said, jumping from the first floor to the second, seeming to forget the stairs. His eyes landed on Valerie and he blinked.
“How did you get here?” He asked, stepping toward her, Molly raised a brow that he ignored.
“I disagreed with one of the leaders. He said that we had to exterminate you all, but I said no. because you guys make our job easier. You kill vamps, vamps that even we can’t seem to get our hands on. He said that I was no good to them if I couldn’t even be loyal. They’d taken me in, a filthy half breed, because my mom was one of the best. They only really liked me because of I’m part fey, they like the fey. Not really too keen on those half-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re half fey?” Thomas asked, zooming to sit next her. Sarah could her the outraged little huff come from Molly and she internally groaned. Thomas never could really do anything the right way.
“Yeah, on my dad’s side. I can even do some magic, not a whole bunch but some.” She replied excitedly, her fear gone.
“Why would they let you go then?” He asked in awe, his black eyes shining. Molly narrowed her eyes and stormed away from him and up the stairs.
“Because I disagreed with their belief. So they threw me to the wolves.” She said sheepishly and he boomed in laughter. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Brandon quietly fuming.
“Why were you with them in the first place?” He asked after his laughter calmed down.
“I have a healing power, you know what they used that for. And I was born into it, it was my mothers wish that I would be just like her.” She told him remorsefully looking down. He knew what they used that for? Well, she thought to herself as she crossed her arms, I would like to know what they used that for.
“What about your dad?” Thomas asked, he seemed to be the only one talking. For that Sarah just wanted to karate chop his fucking head off. His mate was upstairs fuming and probably plotting a thousand ways to kill him, but he seemed to care less. Speaking of mates…
“Has anyone seen Drew?” She asked, furrowing her brow.
“He went to sleep.” Thomas said tersely then looked to Valerie, signaling her to continue talking. Her eyes narrowed dangerously on him but she looked away and went up the stairs to her mate.
“You could say my mom was a preying mantis when it came to my father. Banged him then killed him.” She rolled her eyes and opened his room to find him sleeping. She walked to his sleeping body and nestled next to him, almost immediately his arms were around her and her body was flush against his.
“Took you long enough.”


She awoke to unceremonious gasping and a plate shattering. Growling she stood up and took out one of the ninja stars she had tucked underneath her mattress. She was about to fling it at the predator but stopped when she realized it was just Valerie. Why the fuck is she looking at our mate like that, her wolf growled and she followed Valerie’s line of sight. Drew had popped up, his chest showing and his hair looking frumpy but still delectable. She stepped in front of Valerie with her arms crossed.
“Can I ask why you’re in his room?” She asked with venom in her voice, not caring that Valerie flinched back from her. She shouldn’t be in her mates room while he was sleeping.
“Oh, uh, Molly told me to, uhm, bring breakfast up to you guys. She said that, uhm, you would need it before training.” She said as she knelt to the floor and picked up pieces of a clashing bowl.
“Sarah, give me the ninja star.” His deep, accented voice told her as his hand reached for it. She scoffed and gave it to him, keeping her eyes on Valerie. Valerie shot up and her eyes widened.
“No way, I didn’t but… holy crap. Drew Mascot, Alpha of the Liverpool pack?” Valerie asked hysterically and Sarah’s eyebrows furrowed.
“No, he’s not an Alpha. Now if you would be so kind as to get out.” She said politely but Valerie shook her head and stepped around Sarah, to get closer to him.
“No, no. It’s him, the hunters have been after him for years. This guy has the largest pack in the world, more than 3,000. That’s a big deal to them, more wolves to kill and all that. He just went missing off the face of the Earth about 14 years ago. His parents were devastated but the hunters they jumped for joy. Rumor had it he became a rogue. Hunters have control over most of the rogues. Control one, control ‘em all, ya know? They never found him, they’re still looking though. If they knew that I, the one they threw to wolves, was in the company of Drew Mascot, The Drew Mascot, they’d all drop down and die.” She rambled excitedly and Sarah stood there stunned. He had no parents, he had no pack, he was a rogue. Right? That’s what he told her, that’s what he told everyone, it couldn’t be a lie, he didn’t have it in him to lie. He did lie to you once, her wolf said lowly and her mouth popped open. He looked to her and sadness filled his eyes. She whined in her throat, she didn’t want to hurt him. I do, her wolf growled and she closed her eyes.
“Valerie can you excuse us for a minute?” Her voice broke a little and she hated that. She didn’t want to look weak, even though that’s what she felt like. Inside she felt like a weak little girl, crying and sniveling for her father. But she knew he would never come, not anymore.
“Oh, uh sure. Sorry for the mess.” She chirped and picked up the rest of the pieces and flounced out.
“Sarah I can explain-“
“Yes, please. Explain to me how your parents didn’t die. Explain to me how you’re an Alpha, and not a rogue. Explain to me how you have the largest pack in the world, and not an exiled rogue. Explain all of this to me, because I’m curious to know." Chapter 17

She looked at him, her eyes pleading what she just couldn’t say. He closed his eyes and put his head down, hopefully, in shame.
“You don’t have anything to say? No excuses? No words?” She challenged, her voice a little stronger, as she took a step forward. He shook his head slowly and she couldn’t help herself. She slapped him, hard, across his beautiful face. A tear flew down as he looked up at her in shock.
“How could you lie to me? To the pack?! Are we not that fucking important to you? You’ve got your own pack, though, right? What do you care about this one? Why even act like you care then, huh?” She screamed at him as her hands shook.
“I do care about them Sarah, I want you to know that. I had to do what I had to do.” She scrunched up her face and slapped him harder, liking how his head turned with its force.
“Get the fuck out of my fucking room, you fucking liar, before I fucking murder you!!” She screeched and pointed to the open door.
“Sarah-“
“Don’t, don’t even fucking try anymore. Get the hell out.” She said lowly and moved back when he tried to reach for her. It was silent, but she didn’t dare look at him. She looked outside as the people poured outside. She’d probably woken them up with her yelling but she didn’t care, she was pissed and heartbroken.
“I understand. I’ll come by later to talk to you later-“
“Don’t even bother.” She mumbled as she walked into her bathroom. She heard him mumble something but she turned on the water. She let her tears come out, not like anybody could see them now, and was grateful the water washed them away.


“Fey, are one of the most hardest combatants that we will be facing. Because of their magic, their glamour, we don’t know how to kill them. They confuse our senses and make our fighting skills dull and weakened.” Carol yelled to them, they all stared back and said nothing. It, honestly, made Sarah a little uncomfortable. She shifted in her position and cleared her throat softly. Brandon shot her a short look then looked ahead.
“In order to beat them you need to have a sound body, mind, and all that extra crap. But, that’s gonna be damn near impossible. Seeing as this is a war and not a fucking daycare facility. So here’s the deal. We’re just gonna fight, fang and nail, until whatever the hell they’ve morphed themselves into dies. Got it?” The pack gave their murmurs of agreement but someone stepped forward. Valerie.
“Uhm… Sometimes they change themselves into mythical creatures… And one of the most popular choice of