Defining Destinies

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Although her friends don't think it is possible Braelynn is holding out for her mate. She knows the odds of finding him is small but she doesn't give up hope. But Being the Alphas daughter isn't easy especially as an only child. Although when her village is attacked by rogues who want to mark her as their own she is forced to make a decision that may change her life and the life of her pack forever. Will she hold out for what she believes the Moon Goddess has in store for her? Or will she do what it takes to save her pack?

Erotica / Fantasy
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Chapter 1

“What do you mean you’ve never been kissed? Braelynn you’re twenty-two years old for fucks sakes what have you been doing?” Although Sydney was one of my closest friends, she could be a little judgmental. Hence why I haven’t trusted her with my darkest secret sooner. I knew she would judge me, and I just couldn’t handle that shit. Not all of us throw ourselves at any wolf that looks our way. Although saying that may be a little harsh.

Sydney was the type of girl in love with the idea of falling in love. Not being in love, but falling in love. She thrives off the honeymoon stage where you want nothing more than to ravish each other and spend every waking moment together. However, as time went on and those emotions started to settle, she found herself bored and moved on to the next guy.

The process is always the same. She’d put on those awful pink polka dot pajamas and cry while eating buckets and buckets of playdough ice cream. As if she really didn’t understand what went wrong. She expects things to stay lively the entire time and that’s just not how relationships work. Well unless you found your mate that is.

“I can help you with that if you want. It doesn’t even have to count. Call me your little experiment” Fletcher purrs putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him.

Fletcher is my actual best friend. Yes, he has man whore tendencies and he is constantly trying to get into my panties but he's completely harmless if you know which strings to pull. All I need to do is either mess with his head until he forgot what we were talking about and if that didn’t work simply point him in the direction of a short skirt and he would instantly forget any subject that was brought up.

“Oh, Fletcher you couldn’t possibly handle me. I’m a biter,” I say chomping my teeth as I got closer to his face.

“Mmmm I like a feisty girl. Keeps things interesting,” he stated wrapping his hand into my hair and pulling my face to his.

I look into his amber eyes giving him a smirk, knowing he didn’t have the balls to take it further. He’s been playing this game with me since grade school and never got any closer than a kiss on the cheek in fifth grade after which I kicked his ass into the next week. He knew I was waiting for my mate, but he was always convinced that one day I would cave to him like every other she wolf in our pack.

“You sure about that tough guy? I promise my bite is a lot more threatening than my bark,” I run my fingers up his face and into his hair showing him the calm before the storm.

“Baby you have no idea what I can handle,” he stated in a low sexy tone.

I was reasonable enough to admit I could see what women saw in him. His orange hair was a neon sign for his fierce personality and the stubble on his face was a sexy touch that made it impossible not to imagine how it would feel as he kissed you all over your body. But the hardest thing to ignore was his amber colored eyes. They were warm enough to melt you to your core and sensual enough to get you take off your panties without being asked. Well almost.

His touch was warm and comforting always making me feel wanted and safe. He was always there for me when I needed him even if he had been with another girl. He would drop everything and come to me no matter what. He was the one person I've always felt like I could turn to and count on. I didn’t have the easiest childhood, but all that shit doesn't matter as long as I have Fletcher in my corner.

At times it was only too easy to imagine what my life would be like if I opened up to gave him a chance. We could get married and have the perfect wedding then run off into the sunset like we had discussed as kids. We’d tour the country staying close to forests when the full moon came, while taking off to tropic isles throughout the rest of the month. We’d eventually return to the pack to make our contribution having perfect little redheaded and brunette babies that would chase each other around listening to the same myths we’d grown up listening to. The only problem is he isn't my mate.

I quickly grab a hold of his pinky finger pulling it backwards and brining him to his knees. I almost feel bad for him as he yelps out in pain but honestly he knew what he was in for. We’ve played this little game often enough he really should have seen it coming by now. He knows how I feel about finding my mate and I know his feelings for me. Though somehow we've always made it back to our friendship.

“God damn it Brae I think you might have broken it this time,” he hisses, growling in his throat.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby you know it’ll heal soon enough,” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms across my chest as he slowly stand up off the floor.

Sydney (who I had forgotten is still here) is holding her abdomen, laughing like a hyena. She slips off the chair she's sitting in nearly falling to the ground. I have to admit it's pretty hysterical to see a big bad boy like Fletcher brought down by likes of little ole me. But of course it isn't exactly a fair fight. I have Alpha blood running through my veins, and Fletcher isn't exactly known to be a fighter.

“Shut up Sydney your just mad that it wasn’t you I was trying to kiss,” Fletcher growls, holding his delicate pinky.

Sydney clamps her lips together and turning her attention towards a pack of guys slurping down beers in the corner. As much as she had tried to hide it we all know about the crush she has on Fletcher. A lot of us actually wondered if that was part of the reason none of her relationships had ever lasted. She was like a sad puppy hit in the nose with a newspaper and I couldn’t help but go to her rescue.

“Awe did the tough guy get a boo boo? Come here baby boy I’ll kiss it better,” I coo getting down on his level, as if he were a small child. I bring his hand to my lips leaving a small peck on his bruised ego. I drop it over his knee giving him a small pat and cocky smirk.

"There, there buddy all better," I ruffle up his hair before returning to my seat and pretending nothing ever happened.

“One of these days you’re really going to want me to kiss you and by then it may be too late,” he murmurs. it always comes back to this.

“Fletcher come on. When will you learn that’s not going to happen? I’m waiting for my mate you know that. We’ve only been over this a thousand times,”

“And what if that never happens? Are you seriously going to risk growing old and alone hoping that one day this magical being is going to walk into your life and love you no matter what? That shit is a fairy tale our parents tell us to get us to wait to have sex and nothing more and the sooner you realize that the better,”

It's the same argument we've had on repeat since we turned eighteen. We both had our hopes about who our mate could be but when the day came there was nothing. Not sparks, no warmth, no mates. For me it was simple enough to wait for the real thing.

This is about much more than finding someone who would always be there fore me. This is about finding the one person who was literally made for me. I’m not an idiot. I know the odds of finding my mate aren't great. There are thousands of werewolves spread across this planet and the odds of finding the one are very slim. In fact, I only know of a handful of people who have actually found their mates. The rest of the pack partnered off and settled for less. But that wasn’t me.

Sure, Fletcher could be right and I very well could end up old and lonely waiting for a man to come that would never find his way to me. But I also couldn’t’ give into temptation this early in my life either. What would happen if I did marry Fletcher and my mate finally decided to show his face? Could I really turn away from my destiny for a second rate love?

“Come on Fletch you’re ruining the mood. Can we just talk about this later?” he runs a hand through his wild hair looking off into the distance.

“Yeah that’s what you always say," He takes a step towards me looking deeply into my eyes, pinning me to the spot. I know what he's looking for. That little spark, the first sign of finding your mate. He's so hopeful always checking to see if things had changed. Only, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. As amazing as Fletcher is, he wasn’t made for me.

We've been through so much together and grown to love each other in way I thought I could accept. But the more we have this same fight the more I fear we may be outgrowing each other. If he couldn’t understand and respect my hopes and dreams how could we still be friends?

“Okay mister grumpy puss let’s discuss this in front of all these people. Or you could suck down that beer and take a look at those young hot things in the corner over there sipping margaritas way too quickly,”

He looks at me then toward the group of girls as if there was a decision to be made. I just told him to go. It isn't the first time I've thrown him at other girls, and it won't be the last either. One of these times he is bound to like one of them enough to keep them around. After all that's the only chance I have at keeping him in my life. Otherwise our friendship has an expiration date and I can't stand the thought of that.

“Go on already. Look that cute little blond one is checking you out. I’m sure she’d love to go home with a fine hunk like you,”

He stalks towards me looking deeply into my eyes once more with hardened expression. He reaches around me snatching his beer of the table and chugging it, never breaking eye contact. He is a child in a mans body sulking about his withheld dessert. He slams the empty bottle on the table before turning on his heal and heading for the group of ladies in the back. He places his hands on the skinny blonds’ hips, looking back to check on me. As if that was supposed to make me jealous. I told him to do it for fucks sakes.

“Damn Braelynn you could throw him a bone for once,” Sydney says nudging my shin with her shoe.

“Syd shut up and drink your beer. I know what I’m doing,”

I've grown tired of all these people who think they know what's best for me. I know what I want and that's my mate. If one day it turned out that Fletcher really is my mate I’d run happily into his welcome arms. But that day hasn’t come, and I was pretty certain it wouldn’t either. My mate was coming for me and I was sure of it.

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