Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

I was ten years old when my thother and I feined the Stimsdami Park. Before that, life seat a nightmare. My father was a Bogue, violent, tripradictatile, dangerous. My mother wasn’t his mate; she was bis prisoner. He forced himself an her, and when she became pregnant with me, the stayed with him. Nat out of love, but eat

we lived in a series of abandoned enhins, never staying in one place for mate than a few mathu.

Father would disappear for days, then reison with blood on his clothes and sage in his eyes, the good days, fed bring food. On had days, he bring bruises. Mother would shield me with her body when his temper flared, taking blown meant for me. Those nights, she’d sing tofily to me after he passed ont, her wire trembling but determined to give me some small condort.

When I was ten, Stormbowel wanions. Finally tracked my father døren and killed him. My mother didn’t want is to become Rogues ourselven, as she took me to the Alpba’s house. She knelt on their doorstep in the pouring rain, hezzing the Alpha in accept us into the peck.

That was the first time I saw Adrian.

I remember every detail of that moment. The grand house with its stone columns and glass windows. The warmth spilling out into the cold night. And Adrian Manding there, watching us with curious eyes.

He wore clean clothes, expensive ones. His hair was perfectly trimmed, his skin unmarked by bruises or dirt. A watch glinted on his wrist. He looked like something from another world.

Meanwhile. I stood there in clothes three sizes too big, soaked to the bone, mud caking my worn out shoes. My hair hadn’t been cut in months. My stomach growled loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“Please_kneel,” my mother whispered, buzzing at my arm. “Show respect to the Alpha family.”

Iyanked my hand away and can. Not far, just to the edge of the property where I could hide behind a tree and watch. I wasn’t going to kneel. Not to anyone.

The next day, we were officially accepted into the Stormbowl Pack. They gave us a small house on the outskirts of pack territory. It wasn’t much, but it was more than we’d ever had before.

My mother was rettatic.

This is our home now,” she said, her face brighter than I’d seen in years. That night, she made my favorite dinner venison stew with wild mushrooms and fresh herbs. She even bought a cream cake from the pack bakery and put wildflowers in a jar on our tiny kitchen table.

“Things will be different now,” she promised.

For a while, I believed her.

Then I started school. The first day, a group of boys cornered me during lunch.

“Look at the Rogue’s whelp,” one of them sneered. “Bet he doesn’t even know how to read.”

They were right. I didn’t. Not well, anyway.

“My dad says your mom spread her legs for a Rogat another boy said, shoving me against the wall. “Says you don’t belong here.”

I fought back, of course. Earned myself a black eye and a split lip. The teacher who pulled us apart gave me detention. Not them. Just me. The troublemaker. The outsider.

It wasn’t just mr. Two women who lived next door to us stopped my mother w

while she was hanging laundry.

“The park housing is for real pack members, one at loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Not Rogue whores.”

The other woman laughed. “I lock my doors at night now. Never know what Rogue blood might do

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Chapter 190

kred her to leave, to go potsewhere clie.

ald, wiping her tears. “Here, you have a free home. Free education. We need to endure this, not ran away with our tails between ou

didat, understand was that I’wasn’t afraid for myself. I was afraid for her. I couldn’t stand seeing her hurt.

Don’t laten to their gossip, she told me. “Study hard. Become a strong warrier. Then they it respect us.”

So that’s what I did, I worked harder than anyone. I’d never been to schont before joining the pack, an i was behind in everything: reading, wilting, physical training. There were no shortcuts, only extra hour of practice.

After classes, I’d sneak into the training grounds to work on my combat skills. That’s where I first noticed her, a chubby girl practicing alone just like We never spoke, but there was something about her determination that mirrored my own.

Over the years, that girl changed. She lost weight, grew taller, became beautifal, She still kept to herself mostly, but I noticed she started attracting attention from other guys. I learned her name from the boys in the lecker room; Nadin.

In our graduation trials, our scores were almost identical. I beat her by two points in physical combat; she beat me by three in academic testing. Somehow, I felt proud of her. Happy for her. We were kindred spirits, outsiders who had fought for everything we had.

Then I discovered something that changed everything: Nadia was my mate. My wolf recognized her instantly during a training exercise in the woods. One moment we were sparring, the next we were in each other’s arms, giving in to the mate bond that pulled us together.

The forest around us disappeared. There was only her scent, her warmth, her couch. We made love on the forest floor, desperate and tender all at once. Het skin was soft against mine, her voice whispering my name like a prayer. For those few hours, I wasn’t the Rogue’s son. I was just a man with his mate, complete for the first time.

It was beautiful. Perfect. For the first time in my life, I thought things were finally going my way

After she got dressed, she rejected

“I can’t be with you,

Victor,” she said, her voice cold, her eyes avoiding mine. Im sorry.”

No explanation. No chance to fight for what we had. Just a wall between in where there had been intimacy.

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