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

the bar.
“Is she gonna take her place as alpha?” he asked, grasping a handful of nuts from the small glass. The smokers must have come out, because the place was starting to get heavily fogged.
“She doesn’t even know what we are.” Thomas told him, taking a sip of his drink.
“I thought you told her-“
“I made up several lies, not something I’m proud of, but something I had to do.” Thomas dismissed him, his lip curling back at the sting in his drink.
“You lied to the alpha?” Brandon asked, his eyes bulging at the thought.
“Are you forgetting that I’m also alpha?” Thomas asked, putting his drink down and glared at Brandon.
“No, but I think you’ve forgotten the golden rule.” Brandon said, huffing and getting up off he seat.
“And what is that?” Thomas asked, following every movement Brandon made with angry eyes.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” Brandon said with a little smirk and walked out of the burger joint. He sat there mulling that over in his mind, when Sarah approached him.
“H’s right ya know.” She said, wiping the counter top, a bit of curly red hair framing her heart like face. “If my mate lied to me, to try and ‘keep me safe’ I’d kick his ass ten ways too Wichita.” She said with a cycnical little smile.
“What if it was to spear your feelings?” he asked her, taking another sip. Round black eyes looked up at him and she ceased her wiping.
“She’s a grown woman now, Tommy, you can’t protect her from every little thing. I get it, you’re scared she’ll run. I get it, you’re afraid she’ll shut down on you. But even if she runs again, she’ll come back, even if she shut’s down on you she’ll always come back. If I understand mating the correct way, you’ll always come back to each other. Through thick and thin. You just gotta give her time Tom. She’ll come back to you, just wait.” And with that and a pat on the cheek she went into the back.
“She doesn’t talk much, but when she does it’s like she’s a frigging scholar or something.” Carol says, sidling up beside him.
“Tell me about it.” He mumbled finishing his drunk.
“I mean that was like deep, and I mean really, really deep.” She said, putting her blue manicured hands on the table.
“Yeah, I got that Carol.” He mumbled, playing with the misted glass.
“I don’t think you did. What I meant to say was, get off your ass alpha and go get your woman.” She said, rolling her black eyes. Sarah came back out with a tray of food in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other and smiled gratefully at Carol.
“Thanks Carrie.” She said and went to the table who had ordered the bout of food.
“I hate that name and you know it you little heifer.” She said and smiled vindictively. Carol’s nickname was Carrie after the movie. She seemed cute and soft with her little button nose, small pink lips, blue eye contacts to cover her actual black, and blonde curly hair. But if you fucked with her too much, or messed with her pack, she could and would torture and kill you in the most absurd ways.
“She won’t talk to me, and I don’t feel up to causing a scene. At least not today.” He said, sounding dejected.
“Send me, I’m not about to deny starting a little drama.” Carol said, her face brightening up. Thomas mulled it over, tasting it in his mouth and thought about.
“Doesn’t make sense to do it. It’s not like I’m gonna force her into sex at my place. So it’s all just a waste.” He said finally and stood. His idea to come after her no longer standing in his mind. He just wanted to go home, try to figure out a way to fix this, and put some cold peas to his balls.


She felt pretty good when she returned to the motel, she’d gotten her hit and she’d spoken her mind. Two for one really. She picked up a slice of pizza from the new pizza parlor in town and sat down to watch some television. She’d taken a shower after she’d eaten and was just getting settled in her sleep shorts and a yellow tank top when the door knocked. Her heart immediately leapt to her throat as she stiffened.
“Molly? Molly it’s me, Carol Yvintsky.” A female voice said from the door. She only knew one Carol Yvintsky, and if this was the one she most definitely was not answering that door. Carol was the fiercest girl in the 4th grade. She stole apple juices from the lower grade, sometimes the upper grade, she constantly stole supplies from the teachers and the main office. God knows what she did now for a cheap thrill!
“You can either open the door now, or I’ll pick it then you’ll never be safe again.” She had to be safe, so she opened the door and Carol stood there. Her hands in her leather pocket and a smile on her small lips.
“Long time no see doll, didn’t think to even write?” she strode in and took in her surroundings. There wasn’t much, a stiff twin size med, a small table, two wooden chairs, a TV stand, and a TV. Basic at its highest point.
“What is it, exactly, do you want Carol?” Molly asked, folding her arms and sizing up er new enemy. Just because her hands had been her basic defense didn’t mean that she didn’t know how to fight. She could use a gun, knife, and she could punch the shit out of you and kick your head off. Well not literally, but a girl could dream couldn’t she? Carol was just a smidge smaller than her, not much, but enough for her to relax.
“Well the old boss man told me to come over and give you a welcome.” She said cheerily and Molly narrowed her eyes. She knew Carol wsa lying, that had been one of her ‘gifts’. If someone was lying, she just knew, it was like something switched on inside her.
“The real reason Carol. Cheaters’ comes on and it’s a new episode.” Molly said impatiently taking on step closer. Carol sighed and took another step closer.
“He didn’t want me to come over, but I just wanted to say hi. We were like best friends before… all this happened.” She sounded so dejected, but she knew it was a lie. And she told her so.
“That’s a load of bull and we both know i. so I’d appreciate it if you would be so kind as to leave now.” Molly said, walking to the door and opening it. Carol narrowed her eyes for a second then nodded.
“OK, then, you want your privacy. I respect that. See you tomorrow then.” She said, walking out. Molly rolled her eyes and closed the door; locking it behind her she muttered “Highly doubt it.” And flopped on the bed. She was tempted to just stay in bed, the whole next day, but she didn’t want to give that bustard the smug satisfaction of knowing he got to her. so, smiling, she took her shower brushed her teeth and did her hair. She’d have to look for a job and an actual apartment today, it was important to be in high spirits. She pinned her hair wet up as she got dressed on a black pleated mini skirt, with thigh high black and white striped socks with little skulls at the top and black Mary Jane heels. She wore a white tube top, spritzed on some of her perfume and set out to do her hair. She, particularly, like this outfit.
Things seemed to go her way when she put it on, and things needed to go her way today. She blew her hair out with the hair dryer the motel serviced to the room, and put it in two ponytails. Completing the innocent school girl look. She walked to the closet and took out her leather jacket and put it on. Grabbing her motorcycle key and the room key she walked out the door. She strutted to her bike, aware of all the males’ eye’s on her, and straddled it. She’d ridden the bike in a skirt before, a couple of times because she couldn’t plan things through, others because the time called for it. She revved the engine once and drove slowly through the streets. Everyone looked at her some people waved, others’ smiled, most of them just stopped and stared. She parked in front of McFurly’s and stepped off the bike, careful not to flash everyone in the damn town. She walked into the burger joint and al the eyes immediately slammed to her. She couldn’t tell who was who, because everyone’s eyes were black. Not back like Evan black, but the actual color of their eyes. She walked to the bar and was surprised when the girl stepped around the bar and hugged her.
“Oh, the good lord knows I’ve missed you so much.” She says and the place laughs and goes back to eating. She drops her arms from her and steps back around the counter.
“What can I help you with?” she asks, her happy heart face beaming with a smile. Molly was about to answer when the bell ringed in the window.
“Och, hold on a minute, won’t ya doll?” she asked and picked up the tray of pancakes and pancake then walked it to the table it was for. There wasn’t much light in McFurly’s, when she was growing up it was a big people bar, now she knew why. The bar/ burger joint had every alcohol from 1 to Z underneath the counter underneath her hands. The interior was all black; it only had two small windows on the left side of the place. And that was where you ate at. If you wanted to drink, however, on the right side is where you’d go. Wooden tables, wooden chairs, and a juke box machine made for a cool bar. But sometimes, if she was lucky, or cried really hard, Thomas’s parents’ would buy her a burger from there.
“Ok, sorry about that. Now what was it you wanted?” the girl asked, her tone sweet and her eyes patient.
“I need a job, and right now you’re the only one I trust in this town.” Molly whispered to her, leaning forward on the counter. The girls’ eye’s scanned her face then she blew out a bout of air.
“You could be one of our waitresses; it would take a load off my back. The job doesn’t pay much though.” Her tone was hopeful and Molly smiled gratefully.
“Thanks so much…”
“Sarah Middleton.” She said then went around the counter to wait the tables.
“You can start today if you’d like, doesn’t really mean a difference to me.” Sarah told her before asking someone what they wanted.
“Oh, ok sure. What should I do?” she asked, standing up. Sarah threw her an apron and she took oof her leather jacket. She could see all the males try extremely hard not to look at her and she smiled while she tied the apron around her neck and middle.
“Ok, so table wants 3 orange juice and one coffee.” Sarah told her, getting the drinks ready.
“Ok, yeah, I can do that.” Molly said, grabbed a brown tray and put the orange juice and the coffee on ti. She walked to the table Sarah pointed out and very easily, and very quietly she poured the orange juice and sat down the coffee.
“Anything else?” she asked, happy she hadn’t disturbed their conversation.
“No thank you, that’ll be all.” The female said, smiling up at Molly. And with that Molly walked away, the little person in her head clapping and whistling for the star performance.
“Just keep doing that all day and you’ll be fine.” Sarah commented, and then after that there weren’t many words spoken.


Thomas woke to him being yelled at by a female. Wasn’t