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

2 days, 2 aching days he had been here. Stuck in this damn cage while they experimented on him. His wolf howled for their pack, for their mate but nothing would come of it. It was as if all the ties had been broken. Some of the things they tried had no effect, it just felt a little weird, but most of the things felt like they had set his insides on fire. He tried to hold in his yells so the sick bastards wouldn’t get their thrills, but sometimes it didn’t work. His wolf would just get pissed and he’d try to shift, which would only cause them more pain. It was frustrating, really, to go through the same thing everyday and not be able to do a damn thing about it. He clenched his teeth as the shot they gave him too effect. They had given it to him maybe five hours earlier, and he had fought, but yet it had been affecting him since then. It burned his insides, making his wolf howl over and over in pain, but he wasn’t able to do anything about it.
“It burns a bit don’t it?” The male asked, Thomas hadn’t even bothered trying to know his name. What was the use if he was just going to die as soon as Thomas got out of these restrictions. Thomas gave a wordless snarl and clenched his eyes closed. The pain was making his vision blurry and his head spin, but he refused to let these sick sons of bitches know it.
“I dunno why you’re trying to be all brave. I hope it ain’t for the ladies, none of them do the whole animal sex thing.” He said then laughed at his own joke. He had a choking laugh, one that gave Thomas the sound affects to his fantasy. The fantasy where he choked the male out then clawed and bit at him until he was in a bloody pulp. His thoughts had gone so dark lately.
“Well, you never know. The picking is slim, and people tend to adapt.” He remarked back, sneering, earning him a punch in the face. He had gotten used to their abuse though, so he spit out the blood and smirked at the man.
“Ooh, losing your touch there.” He teased, earning him another punch.
“Mack! What have I told you about hitting him?!” The crazy pyscho bitch shrieked and that made Thomas wince. Everybody else could torture him, anything else would be better than hearing this bitch yell. Mack just shrugged and stepped back..
“Yer boyfriend asked for it.” He said standing to his full height, making his beer bully poke out from his black shirt.
“And you need to ask for the salad dishes.” Thomas replied back, making the male glare at him.
“Why isn’t your pack coming?” Kelly asked, before the male could say something back.
“They probably don’t know I’m here, I’m not normally very active in the pack.” He was wondering the exact same thing, but he had told himself what he said was truth.
“Well, it’s no fun if your pack doesn’t join.” She pouted, stepping in to the cage. He had never seen the day when she just didn’t wear leather. Other than the times when they were having sex and he’d seen her completely naked. She was nothing at all like Molly. His Molly, the one his wolf so blatantly rejected. Repeatedly. She was bony, whereas Molly was curved and luscious. She was so fragile, whereas Molly, his Molly, demanded he be rough. The more he thought of her, the more his wolf got angry. If it wasn’t for these damn silver cuffs blocking him from shifting his claws would’ve extended. That and whatever they gave him earlier stopped his wolf from surfacing.
“What the hell does my pack have to do with this, you said you just wanted me.” He said, getting tense and agitated. He had to relax though, to keep his wrists from rubbing against from the silver cuffs.
“Tsk, tsk. Did you really think we were just going to leave your pack alone?” She asked in a patronizing tone that made him want to strangle her.
“You and your pack are an abomination, a freak of nature. We can’t just leave your pack alone without an Alpha, do you know how terrible that would be for society?” She asked with a little giggle.
“Then let me go you hateful hag!” He spat at her, lunging in his chained chair making his wrists rub against the silver. The flesh burned and he growled at the stinging, but sat back. She was completely unfazed, in fact she simply smiled evilly.
“But we need you, do you not pay attention to anything I say?” She asked, moving her head to the side, making her platinum hair swing to the side. He ground his teeth together and closed his eyes. Molly if you can hear me by some freak accident, I want you to know that I love you and always did love you. My wolf was just too scarred to admit it, but he loves you too. If we die, please watch after the pack,

he thought, praying to the moon goddess that he wouldn’t die.

He wasn’t there. Not that she was looking for him or anything, because she wasn’t. At least that’s what she told herself. Her subconscious looked for him while she held Ryan’s hand and tried to hide her baby bump. Of course it wouldn’t work, they could all smell her baby and probably hear the baby’s heartbeat as well. They all looked at her the minute she stepped into Thomas’ fathers’ house and she felt uncomfortable. She took a cautionary sniff and found nothing. What kind of Alpha doesn’t even come to his own packs’ meeting?! Wasn’t it mandatory to attend for all pack members? Including the fucking Alpha!? Her emotions had gone way off whack since she last saw Tom, and right now she was trying to keep her anger reigned in.
“We’ll start as soon as Tom comes.” Brandon said, walking up to her. She smiled a little and nodded once, her mother stood tense and her father had one arm draped around her shoulder in a protective stance.
“We don’t think he’s coming.” Sarah said, wringing her hands. Molly’s attention flew to Sarah as she narrowed her eyes.
“What do you mean you don’t think he’s coming?” She asked dangerously, dropping Ryan’s hand.
“H- he’s dropped all ties with us. N- normally we would be a-able to feel him, somewhere, in the pack bonds. B- but we can only feel you, you’re the only Alpha here right now.” She explained stuttering and Molly’s heart skipped a beat. That would mean…
“Is he dead?” She whispered, afraid to be too loud and break the world.
“No, we would be able to feel that. It’s just that when you search for him through the bonds you get a very weak answer. We weren’t supposed to tell you that.” He said throwing a look at a flustered Sarah.
“She’s his mate, she had a right to know.” Carol growled, taking a threatening step toward Brandon.
“She doesn’t need to be stressed out right now.” Brandon growled back, they never raised their voice.
“She’s the only Alpha we have right now, Alpha’s are stressed all the time. Not saying it’s a good thing, just stating a fact. She had to know, for the good of the pack right now.” Carol sighed, dropping her threatening demeanor.
“When did he go missing?” Her mother stepped up and asked. At that the pack stilled and the air filled with uncertainty and embarrassment.
“We don’t exactly know. Thomas isn’t the social type. He either holes up in his apartment or at his job.” A young female member said, biting her lip and blushing. Molly rubbed her forehead and clenched her eyes closed. They started talking, but she couldn’t hear them. She focused, put all her energy into that, and listened to whatever was inside her. Something howled in anger and pain inside her and she waited, hoping that her guess was right. She heard something, the faint sound of a whimper in the back of her mind. Please lord let my guess be right, she thought and her inner self howled again. She squeezed her eyes closed and cocked her head to the side, trying to listen as hard as she could. That’s when she heard it, the wonderful sound of an answering howl. The sound of a mate answering a mate. She opened her eyes and doubled over. She’d used the majority of her energy straining to listen and now she was tired.
“Holy shit Molly, you Ok?” Carol asked as she and Sarah swarmed to her.
“Get the pack doctor.” Her father said, his voice deep and powerful.
“I can hear him, but it’s very faint. He’s weakened, I don’t know how to find him but I promise him I will.” The whole pack looked at her with stunned eyes. She didn’t know what happened until she felt cold air hit her belly. She looked down to see that her shirt had ridden up again, revealing her baby bump to the whole pack.
“Well, I guess the truth comes out now.” She said and asked for Carol and Sarah to move her to the couch. Once she was seated and everybody else was too, someway somehow she got that to work, she explained everything.


He grit his teeth against the pain. The male hunter twisted the knife in his arm and he struggled not to let out a yell. He absolutely refused to let him hear his pain. Not that he would have to say anything, the sizzling on his arm was an alright indication. The knife wasn’t a normal knife, of course the bastards couldn’t just make it a normal knife. It was a silver knife, but not any normal silver knife, the knife was coating in liquid wolfsbane. It sizzled against his flesh as he twisted it and he clenched his fists together.
“All right, enough. We have enough proof.” A female voice said. It wasn’t Kelly so he relaxed. Just a little. He kept his eyes closed but he heard and smelt the male move away only to be replaced by another smell. It was the smell that made him open his eyes. She smelled like… His gaze flew to his arm as he felt nimble fingers touch him around the scarring.
“Holy jalapeno peppers, that looks bad.” She whispered softly, making him strain to hear her. He narrowed his eyes on her and she looked up at him. She had shocking blue eyes and looked to be around his age.
“I’m so sorry about this, it’s really inhumane.” She said again, still whispering. She obviously didn’t want anyone else to hear so he gave a slight nod. She opened a plastic kit he didn’t notice she had and opened an alcohol wipe.
“This might sting a bit.” She remarked softly and cleaned his wound. Compared to the knife, this was a paper cut.
“I’ve seen your mate, and your pack. They’ve recently noticed you’re gone.” She said softly and his eyes watered at the mention of his mate.
“I don’t want to hurt you, me and Paul, don’t wish to harm any of your kind.” She continued to work on his arm.
“Valerie, escort it back to its cage.” Mack said and Valerie stood. She grabbed his arm in a movement that fooled the eyes to look like it was rough when in fact it was gentle. She yanked him up softly and he whined. She must’ve forgotten that he was chained to the chair as she cursed under her breath. She quickly unlocked him and he stood slowly, she grabbed his arm and appeared to drag him out the experimentation room.
“I’m leaving you un cuffed. There aren’t any cameras in your cage and your not on watch. The minute you suspect someone is coming you are to pretend