Arden Wilder

"He's our mate."
The world around me seemed empty at that moment. I froze. The way he walked, his posture—there was something hauntingly familiar about him.
I stood without thinking as I tried to catch up with him. The closer I got to him, the more the pull increased. It was like he was magneting me. 
And then I saw his face. I was instantly knocked out of breath.
"Nathan………"
Evelyn Miller, the next Alpha of the Nightshade Pack, has spent years believing the love of her life, Nathan, died in a war. To move forward, she agrees to an arranged marriage, accepting her duty over her heart.
But something happened one fateful day after seven years, her wolf senses something impossible—her fated mate is near. And to her shock, it's Nathan. Alive.
Yet Nathan doesn't recognize her as his mate. He's changed, hardened by betrayal and loss. Unknown to them, lies and deception tore them apart seven years ago. Now, with Evelyn bound to another and Nathan consumed by hatred, the truth is buried deep.
Can they unravel the past before it's too late? Or has fate already sealed their tragic ending?

Fated To Love Again

　　I tried to stand, but holy fuck—I was drunk as hell. My legs wobbled under me, and before I could steady myself, I landed right back on the barstool.


　　For a moment, I just sat there, blinking at the glass in front of me. Everything spun, but not fast enough to blur the ache in my chest. It was his fault. All of it.


　　Why would he leave me for seven years? Why make me believe he was dead? Why come back now—when I've already chained myself to someone I don't love?


　　"Why?" I whispered to the bartender, who was cleaning a glass, clearly unsure what to do with the drunken woman in front of him.


　　He glanced up, clearly confused. "Sorry, ma'am?"


　　"Does it make any sense?" I asked, leaning in like we were sharing some great secret.


　　"Answer me!" I yelled, my voice louder than I thought. Heads turned, but I didn't care.


　　The bartender froze. The way he looked at me was as if he was trying to figure out if I'd lost my mind.


CHAPTER 18 A Vacant Room