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

really anything new, seeing as half the time some of the females from his pack yelled at him. But this female was different, he recognized her voice and he sat up.
“It’s about time you wake up! Why the hell didn’t you tell us she was back!” she yelled hitting him on the head with a pillow with each word.
“Well, she kinda sprung it on me too. I’ve been trying to convince her not to run, but she’s as stubborn as a mule.” He said, rubbing his head and looking around.
“How the hell did you get it my room?” he asked, extremely confused.
“I picked your lock, not that you need it anyway. Don’t try to change the subject, where is she?” she asked, and he looked up into the green eyes of Molly’s mother. Molly’s mother was human, one of his father’s wolves had saved her life and it was impossible to separate them even if you had a sharp pair of scissors.
“I saw her go north, there’s only one motel north. I don’t know if that’s where she is or not.” He grumbled laying back down.
“God, you are no help at all!” she shrieked and stormed away from him. At least I got quiet, he thought to himself with a smug smile as he fell back to sleep.


Everything had went smoothly for Molly for the whole day, she wasn’t even feeling tired. When it hit about seven-ish she realized she was gonna like it here. That’s when all the night owls came out. The juke box was thrown on, shot glasses came out, and the place was getting heavy with smoke. She couldn’t have been happier.
“What can I get ya doll?” she asked two men, she had taken off her apron and now she stood in her white tube top with her ponytails’ rubbing her shoulders.
“Two of you and a shot of patron.” One said, laughing with the other. She smiled a little and got him his shot.
“And you?” she asked the other one, he sucked his lips and his eyes went up.
“Rum and coke please.” He said after awhile and she smiled. She fixed him his drink and set it down, she eyed his drink with envy. She couldn’t drink on the job, sure she could buy herself a drink, but that would make her lucid and fuckable to any man who could talk her into it.
“Beer please?” the man from yesterday asked, not looking at her but talking to another male. She swatted down and got him a cold beer, cracked it open, and gave it to him. He hadn’t looked at her yet, but she had a feeling he would. He sat the beer down, fetched out his wallet and pulled out a ten.
“Keep the change sweet-“ he looked up and his eyes bulged.
“Sweet lord, what one this earth are you doing here?” he hissed at her, leaning on the counter. Werewolves had damn good hearing, and he wanted this talk to be private.
“I’m working here now. So if you’d excuse me.” She said and strutted to the other end of the bar where people called for her. Brandon watched her strut off in a mini skirt and a tube top and took a swig of his beer. She had a death wish for her to come out like that and actually conversate with other males in the pack.
“Brandon, dude, just calm down. nothing’s gonna happen, she was very separate from us.” Kevin said, drinking his shot.
“You better hope nothing is gonna happen. Because if Tom decides to actually come out tonight the world is going to hell-“ he was cut off by the door opening and the whole place cheering. Good lord, the alpha had come. “In a hand basket.” He finished his sentence and pinched his nose bridge. Maybe if he got wasted everything would be all right in the morning. Liking that idea Brandon reached over and took Jeremiah’s rum and coke.
“The fuck dude?” Jeremiah asked, shooting a death glare at Brandon.
“You don’t need it.” But before he could put his lips on the rim, a small hand stopped him and excruciating pain filled him. He immediately stepped away from the hand and put the drink down.
“If you want a drink, ask for one.” She told him, keeping her voice low, she hadn’t put in her contacts today and he saw anger flash there.
“Crown on the rocks then.” Brandon said, fishing out a 20. She fixed his drink quickly, gave it to him ad snatched the 20.
“Sorry no change.” She sneered, then passed the rum and coke to Jeremiah. When she walked away to the new people that had come Jeremiah stuck his tongue out at Brandon.
“Whatever, dude, you were just defended by a girl. That’s pretty low.” Brandon said and walked away from the bar, leaving Kevin to laugh at Jeremiah alone.


Thomas had decided to come out tonight; he wasn’t going to wallow in humiliation. That just wasn’t his style, he didn’t wallow. The whole bar had cheered when he came in and he smiled. He went straight to the bar and waited for the new girl to see him. She looked pretty hot. She had a mini skirt on that came down to the top of her thigh, meaning that if she bent over just the wrong way he would get a glimpse of her tasty bits. She had on knee high socks, and black Mary Jane heels. She was just getting finished putting Brandon in his place when he sat down. not long to wait now. While he waited a female sidled up to him and practically rubbed herself over him.
“Hey Tommy.” She said huskily, flipping her black hair over her shoulder, leaving it bare. A sign for mating.
“Hey.” He didn’t really have time or patience to remember everyone’s name. but he remembered the majority of the pack, so that had to count for something. The bar maiden was just about to turn when se stopped in her tracks. He looked from the girl to her and his mout popped opne. It was Molly, his Molly, dressed like that. His mouth opened and closed several times over and Molly came.
“Hey Tommy, what can I get for you?” she asked him, not looking at him at all, but looking at the girl who was practically sitting on his lip.
“He likes crown on the rocks.” The girl answered for him and he thought he saw Molly’s eyes narrow for just a second.
“And what would you like?” she asked, putting his drink together with skilled hands.
“Sex on the beach.” At that Molly chortled, shook her head, and put his drink down in front of him. She worked to put the martini together and place it in front of the girl with a wooden umbrella.
“Anything else?” Molly asked, stepping away from the bar.
“Nope, we’re good.” Molly nods once and goes to the other end of the bar. Thomas snapped out of it and downed his drink, ignoring the burning his drink.
“Off, off me right now” he growled to the female.
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” she hissed at him, her body tensing up.
“Is there a problem here?” Molly asked, suddenly standing there with venom in her eyes and her arms crossed.
“None that concerns you half breed.” The girl hissed and Molly raised her brow.
“Well that’s a new one, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been called worse. I’m pretty sure you have too, judging by how you’re practically dry humping him. But I’m not gonna get mean, because I have a skirt on, and I’m not looking forward to flashing the whole bar. I do suggest, however, that you get off of him.” Molly said, all the while being calm and collected. Something, he guessed, took a long time to master.
“And why is that?” the female asked, not noticing the shift in power going on. The whole bar noticed, that’s why everyone suddenly got quiet and stopped moving.
“Because if you don’t, and he told you to, I will make your life a living hell. I don’t know if you know what that is, but I can guarantee you that you don’t wanna know. So just remove your skanky ass from his lap, and everyone can go back to having a good time.” Molly said, walking closer to the counter. The female slapped Molly in a fast motion and Jason nearly stood, but a hand landed on his shoulder, telling him not to move. Molly’s face turned back, a hand print on the side of her face, and sneered.
“Not what I told you to do now was it?” she growled, reached to grab the female’s hair and slammed her face to the counter. She did it twice more then made the female look at her.
“Leave.” Molly said and the girl scampered trying to get away. She took a deep breath and, without sparing even one glance at Jason, picked up a bottle of patron and cuervo.
“Shot’s anyone?” she asked and the whole bar erupted in cheering and howls. Chapter 3

Well that had felt exhilarating, and embarrassing. But she taught that bitch a lesson. Of course she didn’t know what a half breed was, but that didn’t matter. She’d guessed it was insulting; she didn’t like people who insulted others. She poured shots for everyone who came and they all beamed at her.
“Can I talk with you?” he asked and she rolled her eyes, pouring yet another glass.
“Kinda busy right now, or have you not noticed?” she told him, and busied herself with wiping the countertop.
“Well yeah, I’ve noticed. But this is urgent.” He told her, leaning on the counter top. She sighed and looked up at him, stilling her hand.
“What is it Thomas?” she asked him, cocking her head to the side and bracing her hands on the counter top.
“About what happened earlier-“
“If this is some kind of ‘she was just there’ speech, I honestly do not want to hear it. I don’t own you and you don’t own me. I was just helping a friend out.” She told him, cutting him off and viciously wiping the counter with the dirty rag.
“Is that what you think you were doing?” there was amusement in his voice that made her head snap up to meet his.
“Do not test me Tommy, because I will kick your balls again.” She snarled at him and went to where others’ were calling her.
“I’m being serious, is that what you really think you were doing?” he asked her while she made the girls’ martini.
“Are you really trying to tell me you don’t feel anything between us?” She gave the girl her martini and glared at him.
“You don’t know me Tom; you haven’t known me since I was 10. I don’t like My Little Pony anymore, I hate sparkles, and I do not listen to ACDC anymore, ok? You know nothing about me! So for you to sit there and pretend like we have some sort of ‘connection’ is just a load of bull.” she hissed at him and stormed to the other side of the bar, hoping to get away from him. The juke box was as loud as ever, and it didn’t help that everyone was talking and laughing, it made everything physically impossible to hear.