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

next to you. When I go out, yeah I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you.” He starts, his soft voice whispering across my face, making me smile and give Sarah the tray of drinks.
“If I get drunk, yes I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you. And if I haver yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.” She sung back to him, bending her knees and swaying a little. Everyone else sung the choir with them and they pumped our fists.
“But I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more. Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles to fall down at your door.”
“When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you. And when the money comes in for the work I'll do I'll pass almost every penny on to you.” She sung to him and walked down the counter top. He looked at her and smiled.
“When I come home, yeah I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you. And if I grow old well I know, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.” He said and walked to her; once again he put his hand on her hip and looked directly into her eyes.
“But I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more. Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles, to fall down at your door.” they sung to each other, both their hips moving right together. They laughed by the time the song was over and the bar seemed to hold a collective breath, but they still drank and danced. Molly looked into his eyes and kissed him softly, afraid to move and break this moment. His arms were about to wrap around her but the door burst open.
“Dammit to all hell, I’m falling and I ain’t even drunk yet.” A familiar voice said and Molly looked to the new person.
“Holy shit Molly, when the fuck did you get back?!” he yelled and Molly immediately backed into Thomas. Marcus Write had been the meanest S.O.B in the fourth grade. He’d always picked on her, tugged her hair, poked her, and spat spitballs at her. Now that he was all grown up, god knows what he could’ve been capable of. Thomas grasped her elbow, trying to tell her it was Ok, but it wasn’t Ok. Every vein in her body was telling her to leave. She’d had fun while she could, but now it was over. She’d had her little holiday away.
“Molly, you’re just not gonna answer me? I think that’s kind of rude, don’t you?” he asked, walking to the counter. She was about to back into Thomas again when her mind actually turned on. You can protect yourself dummy. She jumped off the counter top and stood directly in front of him.
“Yes I am back, nice to see you again Marcus.” She told him with a cynical little smile.
“You look extremely different.” He said putting his hand on her elbow. He narrowed his eyes “really different”. He looked her up and down then and reached up to tug her hair.
“I think I like it.” He said with a small smile and she punched him in the stomach, causing everyone who formed a small discrete circle around them to groan.
“Don’t fucking touch me, douche bag.” She spat at him, and then walked to take the tray from Sarah.
“Which table?” she asked and when Sarah pointed her in the direction, numbly, she went and gave the guys their beer. She was about to go ask the table next to them if they wanted anything when everything got loud. She looked back to the bar to see a whole cluster of people surrounding two people fighting. She had yet to witness a bar fight; tonight might’ve been her lucky night. If Sarah hadn’t gotten up on the counter and called for her, with a terrified expression. She put the tray on the table closest to her and ran to the circle. Only to find that Tommy and Marcus were the fighters.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop.” She said, grabbing Tommy’s arms before he could swing the next hit. He struggled against her and she let him go. He was straddled on top of an already bloodied Marcus, but yet he still kept hitting him. Sighing she pressed three fingers to his pressure points and he sagged in her arms.
“I’m taking off early, Sarah.” Molly told Sarah as she reached for her bag. She hefted a half conscious Tommy into her arms and, using the super strength she somehow had, walked him outside. She straddled the bike first, and pulled him on in back of her. Making it so that he was somewhat sitting on the bike and somewhat slouching off. She remembered where he lived and drove quickly there. She sighed at the wonderful feel of the night air on her skin, and she felt that she got there too quickly for her taste. Sighing she got of the bike carefully and helped him off too. He was extremely heavy, but at least he wasn’t fighting back at her. That would be too hard. She helped him into his apartment and fished for his keys. Diving into his pocket she looked for anything that jangled and was cold. What she didn’t expect to find, however, was a hard on that his pants were hiding. He groaned and she snatched her hand away.
She puffed her cheeks out and looked up at him; he was still pretty fogged out. She could do this, she would do this. She dove back in his pocket and, thankfully, found it. She opened his door and closed it quietly. He started mumbling something about wolves or dogs, something animal related, and jerking his hands. He was starting to clear the fog. She, as quickly as she could, ran to his bed room and laid him down on his bed. She sighed and put her hands on her knees; she drew in three quick breaths and relaxed. He would be coming out of the fog soon, and when he did he would be pissed. She didn’t care though, she’d stopped him from giving Marcus a concussion, and her mission was complete. She walked away from his bed and took her hair out of its confines. She walked into the kitchen, which was right in front of the living room, and looked into the stainless steel fridge. There was water, Gatorade, and several Chinese food containers. She grabbed two bottles of water and went back to his room. He was just sitting up and putting his hand to his head when she walked in.
“Hey champ, I got you a water.” She said softly and handed it to him. He looked extremely confused, but he took it anyway. He took one gulp then his eyes widened. He remembered.
“You knocked me out!” he yelled, nearly spewing water all over the place.
“Knocked out is an offensive term, I prefer fogged or blanked.” She said serenely and took a sip of her water.
“Don’t test me, not now.”
“Ooh, what’ll you do? You’ll yell at me, you’ll get angry? I stopped you from giving Marcus a concession and I’d do it again.” She told him, her temper, the one she’d thought she’d banished, flaring, as she walked to him.
“He shouldn’t have touched you!” he yelled and she fought extremely hard to not to slap the shit out of him.
“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, or if you haven’t stepped out of the world where we were 9 and I listened to every god damn thing you told me to do, but you don’t fucking own me! You self conceited, pompous, fuck!” she yelled at him, clenching her fist around the water bottle.
“I do own you! You are mine! No one else is to fucking touch what’s mine!” he growled at her, his eyes turning amber. She threw the bottle down and moved closer to the bed, the edge of the bed bumping her legs.
“Let’s get one thing straight, asshole; I do not belong to you! I haven’t belonged to anyone for 5 years. And I refuse to belong to any man, any ass hole, just because he says so! And if you try to make me belong to you, I swear to god I will fucking end you!” she screeched and stormed away from him.


5 years? She’d been running for 18, shouldn’t she’d been free for 18 years? He was still so angry, still so confused. So he let her walk away, he let her slam his door, he let her drive away. he put his hands in his head. His wolf tugged on him to find out who had owned her, that wasn’t him. Growling he punched the bedding. He was being too over bearing and too overprotective. He knew it. He knew she was a big girl now, he knew she could handle herself but that didn’t stop him from wanting to do it. He got up from his bed, grabbed his bike keys, and stormed outside. He could still hear her bike growling on the streets, she must not have gotten far. He drove his bike slowly, so as not to bring any attention from her to him. She pulled over at the motel and he waited five minutes before doing the same. He followed her sickly sweet scent to room 14. He knocked and smiled when she heard her muffled answer.
“Room service.” He said, and heard her mumble something about always picking the wrong times before opening the door. She saw him but it was too late for her to close the door, he was already walking in.
“Did you follow me?” she asked, slamming the door.
“Follow is an offensive term, I prefer tag along or chase.” He said smoothly, taking his leather jacket off and placing it on one of the wooden chairs. He looked back to her and groaned inwardly. She was fucking hot in her pajama shorts and tank top.
“Why are you here?” she asked, taking one step closer to him.
“You said you hadn’t been owned in 5 years. I can do basic math Molly. You were gone for 18 years. Who owned you?” her pulse picked up and fear wafted to his nose making his wolf growl. He didn’t like it when their mate was afraid.
“I was mad, I was just saying things. It’s nothing important.” She said quickly and opened the door. He walked to her and closed it, looking directly into her black eyes.
“It is important, what are you hiding?” he asked her softly. Tears drowned her eyes and she looked down. Slowly he tipped her chin up and wiped her tears away softly as she blinked them down.
“Who owned you?” he asked softly and she looked into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and cried. He had no idea what to do; comforting people wasn’t really his expertise. But for her he would try, for her he would move mountains. He rubbed her head while she cried. He picked her up softly, as softly as possible, and walked to the bed. It creaked under his pressure, but she didn’t seem to notice. She just cried. He turned the light off so that the only thing that lit the room was the moon. He took off his shoes without managing to wake her and lay down. She lay on top of him, keeping her arms wrapped around his body tightly. As if he was the only thing keeping her anchored.


It was around 1 when she finally managed to pull herself together. He hadn’t said anything; he just stroked her hair softly and let me cry. Squeezing her eyes closed she looked up to find his black eyes