Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Media’s POV

1 have always given Adrian everything–my loyalty, my strength, my life, but there were two secrets I never shared with him.

The first was my feelings for him, socious to everyone except the man himself.

The second was that I had met my mate when I was eighteen.

Yes, I had a mate once, briefly.

He was a warrior from Stormbol Pack–strong, capable, with potential to become the packs next Beta someday,

Many females would have rejoiced at such a match. But to me, he was nothing more than a future rival.

When we caught each others scent and the mate bond liegen to form, the disappointment I felt far outweighed any physical attraction.

That night, we had sex.

But it wasn’t about love or even desire–it was merely my excuse to become a “woman” Tclosed my eyes the entire time, picturing someone else’s face.

Someone forbidden to me.

Afterward, I dressed quickly, my body still tin

tingling with the new sensations but my mind already calculating my next move.

My mate lay on the forest floor, watching me with confusion as I pulled on my clothes with methodical precision.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” I told him, my voice steady despite the pain already beginning to bloom in my chest. “You can’t tell anyone I’m your mate. And I’m rejecting you.”

He sat up, anger replacing the post–coital haze in his eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m rejecting you,” I repeated, more firmly this time. “I don’t accept this mate bond.”

“You can’t just—”

“I can, and I am.” I squared my shoulders, my decision already made years ago. ‘If you won’t accept my rejection, we can settle this another way. I’m willing to fight to the death over this.”

His expression shifted from anger to contempt. He laughed a sharp, cruel sound that echoed through the trees

“You think I’d actually want you?” He looked me up and down dismissively. “Everyone knows you used to be fat and ugly. And for the record, you’re the worst day I’ve ever had. Like fucking a dead fish.”

The insults washed over me without effect. I’d heard worse from my own father.

“So you accept the rejection?” I pressed, ignoring his attempt to wound

He spat on the ground at my feet. “Gladly.”

The pain intensified as our nascent bond shattered, but I walked away without showing any sign of it. Physical pain meant nothing to me. I’d been enduring it since I was old enough to enter combat training.

The agony of a broken mate bood was jest une more thing to overcome, one moja weakness to master.

I never told anyone about that night. Not even Adrian. Especially not Adrian.

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Chapter 84

Life bar a way of changing toore when you least expect [1;

For me, everything shifted three years ago when Adian’s father died suddenly during a border dispute

I still remether that day with perfect clarity the somber silence that fell over Stormbowl Park, the quiet scheming that followed, and the browyal that

Adrian’s uncle Meywell wasted no time. Within hours of his brother’s death, he began rallying support among the peck elders, whispering promises and therats in equal measure. Adrian was too young, los soft hearted to lead, he told them. Stormbowl needed a strong, experienced Alpha to maintain its

Adrian’s own mother had chosen Maxwell over her son. Not just politically, but personally. She would become Maxwell’s Luna, cementing his claim to leadership

The pain in Adrian’s eyes nearly broke me.

“I’m challenging him,” I told Adrian that wight, my fists clenched so tight champion.”

nails drew blood from my palms. “You’re the rightful Alpha. 11 fight as your

Adrian shook his head, his expression resolute despite the betrayal he’d suffered.

“No. That’s what he wants–an excuse to eliminate any threat to his power. There would he bloodshed, regardless of who won.”

“So we just accept this?” I demanded, pacing his small cabin like a caged animal. “Let him steal what’s rightfully yours?”

Adrian’s answer changed everything. “We leave. We build something better.”

My father was livid when I told him I would follow Adrian. He backhandded me across the face, splitting my lip and sending me crashing into our kitchen

table.

“You stupid girl,” he snarled, looming over me as I tasted blood. “Adrian has nothing! No territory, no resources, no future. Maxwell in Alpha now. Accept it

Ispat blood onto our pristine floor. I’d rather starve as a free woll than live fat and comfortable under a usurper

He beat me that night, worse than ever before. But the pain only strengthened my resolve.

The n

next morning, with bruises blooming across my ribs and back, I met Adrian at the pack boundary with nothing but the clothes on my back and my unwavering loyalty.

Ryder joined us, of course–the headstrong pup had worshipped Adrian since he was old enough to walk

Eleven others came too, mostly younger wolves without deep pack ties or older ones who remembered Adrian’s father with fondness,

Thirteen wolves in total, leaving the comfort and security of Stoembowl for an uncertain future.

Those first months were brutal. We slept under the stars, hunted what we could, and kept moving to avoid confrontation with established packs.

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