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 stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuff of my shirt, my reflection staring back at me calmly, even if I wasn't really deep down.


　　My thoughts were scattered kind of, but tonight's dinner had to go exactly as planned.


　　I'd made sure everything was perfect—the food, the table, the atmosphere.


　　Nathan was already here, no doubt, and Evelyn would be seated too. I knew her well enough to anticipate her curiosity.


　　I knew Nathan knew more than anyone how much I loved punctuality so I knew he was already there alongside Evelyn.


　　The clock on the wall ticked, marking the moment I'd been waiting for.


　　Time to step in. With a deep breath, I straightened my posture and made my way out of the room.


　　Descending the stairs, I spotted them immediately. Nathan, sitting stiff and guarded, and Evelyn, fidgeting slightly in her seat.


　　They were seated right at where I wanted both of them to sit. It was a perfect arrangement.


CHAPTER 49 The Finest Vintage