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

　　Sitting directly across from Nathan, with my father at the head of the table, was the kind of discomfort I couldn't put into words.


　　It wasn't just awkward—it was unbearable. I was sure Nathan had no idea what this dinner was really about, and neither did I.


　　I had no idea if Nathan knew, but I believed he also had no idea about the dinner too because I knew he wouldn't come.


　　But one thing was clear: we weren't here to play happy family.


　　My father wasn't one for meaningless gestures, and yet here we were, sitting together like this was some sort of reunion. It was absurd.


　　I avoided Nathan's gaze like my life depended on it. One wrong move—one lingering glance—and my father would notice.


　　Sebastian Miller was no fool. He could sniff out secrets better than anyone I knew, and I wasn't about to give him a reason to question me.


　　The silence was maddening, the tension thicker than the expensive vintage my father was so proud of.


CHAPTER 51 Something Is Fishy