Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Aida~

The last few days have been crazy. I would have never imagined this is where I'd be right now. I thought we would be getting settled into our new roles and maybe planning a wedding ceremony. I was so close, almost getting precisely what I always dreamed of, and it was taken away from me without hesitation. “I know I deserve all of that and more.” I need to get out of this house. I need to get some fresh air and just figure some things out.

“I'm not sure.” I walk down the hall slowly, paying close attention to my surroundings. “I'm just not sure that it will work.” I head outside, letting the sun beat down on me. “I can't just do that. It'd be too suspicious.” I walk toward the treeline so I can take a run in wolf form.

I look over the pond, trying to come to terms with the recent news. I really don’t know what to do. I've been after the twins for a while now, and I feel as if they are just my speed. They are future Alphas and sexy as hell. Being an Alpha’s daughter, I deserve nothing but the best. Then there is my fated mate. He isn't who I've been after. What if he is nothing but a lowly Omega? I can't be tied to someone who isn't worth my time. I need someone to match me.

I can hear leaves crunching, and I know someone is coming toward me. I hear no voices, so they must be alone. I seriously contemplate running away as I did earlier, but truthfully, I'm too comfortable. I really don't want to get up right now.

I hear a gasp, and my nose fills with the sweetest scent, lemongrass and leather. Oh s**t! I slowly turn around and come face to face with the most brilliant light green eyes I've ever seen. My breath seems to catch in my throat. I don't move......I feel like I'm frozen.

My heartbeat picks up and starts to pound. My body starts to shake a bit. I want to escape; I want to run away and hide. My mind may want that, but my body isn't responding. My body won't move at all. “I.....I didn’t think anyone would be out here. I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone.”

I don't want to be left alone. I want the company; I want the conversation. I want to call out and say something, but it feels as if I forgot how to speak. My mouth feels dry, and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. I close my eyes, and I take a deep, shaky breath. It's now or never, I guess. I'm not sure what this may lead to, but it has to start somewhere. “Wh...what's your name?" My voice sounds weak as hell. I open my eyes slowly and see those green eyes staring back at me.

“It's .......my name is......it's Mark. I'm Mark Ross, soon to be Beta.”