The Fated Series
Book 1: A Choice Lost to Fate
A fast paced wolf shifter mini-series
*Contains spicy scenes, sexually explicit content and graphic language. Not suitable for all ages.
Evandra Johnson is the Luna of the Pearl Pack and life is going great.... until it isn't. What she thought was a happy marriage to the love of her life, Jalen, her mate and Alpha, turns to something she doesn't recognize overnight. How did she not see the signs? He chose an Omega over her and now the pack will have a new Luna.
Now she is faced with heartbreak, pain, humiliation, and a new sense of hopelessness. She has no family to turn to, no friends outside of the Pearl Pack and nowhere to go. Staying a lone wolf means she accepts the status of a rogue. But approaching another pack's territory could cost her life.
After her mate's rejection and being banished from her pack, she must figure out her own way. Although she is a trained warrior and has a fierce wolf spirit within her, many dangers await in the forest. She is weakened by the strain of her mate's rejection, making her vulnerable and putting her at great risk.
Can she find herself before her wolf becomes a feral beast she no longer can control, or will she rise above?
Book 2: A Choice to Survive
Captured. Tortured. Broken-but never defeated.
In enemy territory, Evandra faces a sadistic rival Alpha, who seeks to twist her destiny into his own. But outside the walls, her four mates march toward war, their love for her powerful enough to shake kingdoms.
As the fortress burns and betrayal bleeds into battle, Evandra must survive long enough to claim her place-not just as a Luna, but as the Queen the Moon Goddess destined her to be.
Book 3: A Choice Bound by Blood
She was torn apart by betrayal.
She survived captivity and war.
Evandra thought her greatest trials were behind her, but fate is never finished.
As war brews and bonds strain, every touch, every kiss, every promise is carved in blood. To protect those she loves, she must embrace what she was always meant to be.
Bound in blood to four Alphas, Evandra must decide if love and loyalty are enough to hold back the storm. The Moon Goddess gave her a choice-
but every choice comes with a cost.
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Chapter 8
Chapter Eight – Wading in Thoughts
Evandra
The ropes chafed her wrists each time she shifted on the infirmary cot. Their sting was constant, a cruel reminder that she was a prisoner here, not a guest. The room smelled of herbs and steel, but underneath it all lingered the Alpha's scent-smoke, steel, and the faintest trace of moss. It clung to her skin, embedded in her lungs.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push it away. Trying not to remember the way his piercing green eyes had seared into hers, curious and cautious all at once. Mate, Sage had whispered, trembling inside her. And the word had nearly undone her.
How can it be true? Evandra thought bitterly. The goddess has already taken everything from me. She cannot give me this again... can she? A second chance mate.
Her mind dragged her back, unwilling, to the moment Jalen had shattered her world. The coldness in his eyes when he said "I want a divorce." The way he'd barely flinched as he told her another woman already carried his pup. The weight of his rejection when he spoke her name as if it were a curse.
The pain of it lingered, sharp and unrelenting. The ache of a severed bond.
And yet when she looked at Tristan Walker, something deep inside her stirred. The bond tugged at her heart, undeniable, a pull she couldn't silence. She hated it-hated herself for feeling it.
Her chest shook with silent sobs. Is this what I am to the goddess? A toy to be bound and broken again and again?
The door creaked open, and the air shifted.
Tristan entered, and her breath caught despite herself. He was not polished like Jalen, not sleek and cold in his black suits. Tristan was raw power, unrefined, a warrior carved from battle.
His shirt clung to his chest, muscles defined and hard as stone. Tattoos scrawled over his arms and shoulders, curling across his chest and disappearing down his back like living shadows. His skin was bronzed from the sun. His hair-icy blond, loose and falling past his chin-framed his face in untamed waves. A dusting of stubble shadowed his jaw, making him look wild and dangerous.
And his eyes. Goddess help her, those piercing green eyes glowed with the same light as his wolf's. They saw everything. Too much.
Evandra turned her face away, ashamed of the heat rising in her cheeks.
Jalen had never looked at her like this Alpha did in a single glance. Jalen had only ever measured her worth in heirs, in status, in how she reflected upon him. Tristan looked at her as though she was both a puzzle and a threat, as though he might tear her apart or protect her with his life.
And that terrified her.
She curled against the wall, whispering to Sage, I can't. Not again. Not so soon.
But Sage only whimpered, her voice soft and aching. He is strong. He could protect us. He could love us.
Evandra pressed her cuffed hands over her heart, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Or he could destroy us," she whispered back.