Fated (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (ebook reader wifi .txt) 📖

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“Molly?!” the girl shrieks and the whole went quit.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says quietly, keeping her eyes on the girl and only the girl.
“Molly Turanga? From the Treefort orphanage?” the girl asks, clearly not believing her. she shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. It was a long run while it had lasted, and it had been fun. She’d known the pleasures of a man; she’d known the delicacies of life. And if this was how it was meant to end, she didn’t mind at all.
“Yes, I’m Molly Turanga, from the Treefort orphanage.” She said quietly, all the attention shifted to her. one of the males stoof up from a booth and walked to her, he didn’t touch her he didn’t say anything he just looked at her.
“You got contacts?” he asked and she winced, how had they known?
“Yes I did, to better fit in with the crowd, didn’t go over well with you lot though.” She said and some of the people chuckled.
“We’ve been waiting a long time for you to come back.” He said softly, his voice like a whisper across her face.
“How much time do I have?” she asked, getting straight to the point, not appreciating him pulling her along with these words.
“Time?” he asks, bemused at why the alpha was asking to have time.
“You know, for what I did? How much time do I have in the slammer?” she asked, her tone serious and her face just the same. His eyes bulged from their sockets when he realized the alpha was asking how much time she had in jail.
“I’m sorry, I don’t.” he stumbles, trying to figure out how to answer that.
“What has you lot all quiet? Did Brandon do something.” His voice trails off as he looks at the brunette who sits there, her head tilted toward his second.
“Molly?” he whispered and her spine stiffened. She shakes her head, not believing the voice behind her. it couldn’t be, he should’ve left! Slowly, ever so slowly, she turns around and looks at him. Yup, there he stood, and hot as sin. His black hair was straight and long, leading to his black eyes, straight nose and perfect kissable lips that made a girl wonder what he could do with those. His muscles were outlined by a red, short sleeved dress that fitted tight against him. His khaki’s showed off his swimmers calf and hairy legs. I don’t mind a little hair; she’d thought and her eyes shot back up to meet his.
“Tommy, long time no see.” She said to him and turned back to the other man.
“Are you gonna take me away now or do I have to give myself over?” she asked, a little impatiently and a little sadly. She didn’t want to go to jail, it wasn’t fair, but she’d have to anyway.
“We’re not imprisoning you.” He said slowly, as slowly as he could to not anger her. she seemed to be on the brink of lashing out.
“What do you mean you’re not imprisoning me?” she asked slowly, looking deep into the mans black eyes.
“You won’t be going to jail.” He said, backing up. She smelled of anger and frustration. Something wasn’t right.
“But I killed that little boy! You have to imprison me!” she yelled and started to get up. She’d gotten used to the fact that one day all of her crimes would catch up to her. She’d made peace with that. But justice had to be served, and if this man was stepping in the way… well that just wasn’t acceptable to her.
“Molly, that boy didn’t die. He came mighty close to it, but he didn’t die.” He says, putting his hands up and bracing them in front of him.
“What do you mean that boy didn’t die!?” she yelled, walking closer to him and clenching her fists. Now this man was really starting to piss her off. She saw the dead look in that boys eyes, she felt the coldness in his skin.
“Molly, maybe you should calm down.” a male voice says that she ignores.
“I saw him die!”
“Molly!” someone yells and grabs her arm. She gets twirled around and she looks into black eyes. But that’s not what brings her to tears. It’s his hair, his blonde curly hair, and the little pout of his lips. The lips that had felt so cold on her face 18 years ago.
“Surprise.” He says halfheartedly while he snatches his hand off of her arm. Her mouth falls open and tears burn her eyes.
“Evan?” he smiles and nods. It just wasn’t possible. She’d seen the dead look in his eyes, she’d felt the dead cold of his lips, she’d seen the color leave his face.
“But, you were dead. I saw you die.” She babbles over and over. Thomas steps over to them and pushes Evan aside. He puts his warm hands on her leather clad arms and peers into her eyes.
“Calm down, Mol’s, it’s ok. We know what happened, just relax. Please Mol’s, just breathe.” But that doesn’t help, if anything it makes things worse. The use of her nick name makes her heart beat faster and harder. It makes all the lights fade and the weight fall from her body.


Thomas caught her, and pressed her body flush to his. He’d missed her, and he’d no clue that she came back. He put his nose in her hair and breathed in her scent. That delicious scent of coconut and soft lavender that made his wolf howl for her. that made his blood run hot and for him to be aroused to the point of no return.
“Alpha?” Brandon, his second, asked.
“When did she get back?” Thomas asked, keeping his nose in her hair.
“We don’t know, she came in and asked for a burger.” His beta told him, his eyes looking at Molly and Thomas. Without saying anything Thomas twirled around, with Molly limp and lifeless in his arms, and stalked out. It was going to be hard holding her and riding on his motorcycle, but he’d find a way. He sat down and let her limp body straddle him and drove back to his apartment. He carried her all the way up the stairs and into his large room. He laid her down on the bed and looked at her, actually looked at her. she was curvy, but everything was in the right places. Her hips flared and taunted any man into gripping them while she rode him, her breasts were large, but not overly large. She was thick, and strong, everything an alpha female should be. Her pale face had freckles running along her cheeks, her small button nose cute as ever, and her pink lips plump and suckable. Her hair was the same color it’d always been, a warm brown that bordered on black, and it traveled down to the middle of her back.
She moaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. Green peeked from under her lashes as she looked up at him. Slowly she sat up, always keeping eye contact with him, unti she tood erect.
“Tommy?” her silky voice rolled down his body, making his wolf howl in pleasure. She rose up on her knees and looked deep into his eyes. Her face broke out into a brilliant smile tha showed her small white teeth.
“My god, I’ve missed you so much!” she said and threw her arms around him. She hug him close to her body and put her face in the crook of his neck. Whether she realized it or not she was seeking comfort from his scent. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her, his hand skimming the top of her butt but she didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ve been so scared, Tommy, and so alone.” She sobbed into his neck, tickling him wih her breath.
“Where’ve you been Molly?” he asked, squeezing her to his body. She let out a small squeak and giggled.
“I’ve been all around the world Tom.” She said with a light tone then her body tightened.
“Evan, is really alive isn’t he?” she asked softly, her tone bewildered and astounded.
“Yeah, he just went into a shock. You didn’t have to run, I tried to tell you.” He whispered into her har, inhaling her scent deeply. She’d said nothing, she’d only held on, for a little while. Then she’d let go.
“Why am I here?” she asked him, looking down at the black bedding.
“You passed out, so I carried you here. I didn’t know where you lived, or stayed. I didn’t even know you came back.” He said a little hotly, mad that she hadn’t came to him the minute she stepped foot in Tiburon.
“I just came back yesterday; actually, I stayed at a motel at the edge of town.” She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and moving off the bed.
“You’ve been here a whole day and you didn’t tell me?” he asked, crossing his arms and glaring at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry Thomas. I forgot I was supposed to give you reports before I fell asleep each night.” She replied sarcastically and tugged on her cropped jacket. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my bike.” And with that she walked away from him. Not something that she should’ve done. Using his speed he moved to block her way and grip her forearm.
“Don’t walk away from me.” He grounded out, his teeth elongating. Her eyes narrowed on his and her fist clenched, her scent flaring with arousal and anger. Making a smell that drugged his wolf.
“You don’t own me Thomas, the sooner you realize that. The easier my stay will be.” She said and ripped her arm away from his hand. She strutted away and slammed the door on her way out. For now, he’d thought, for now she’d be able to walk away. But he’d a plan to fix that.


The nerve of some people! Sure it’d been a surprise when she’d awoken and found that Thomas was standing over her. Her body flared to life at his presence and she was overridden with pure giddiness. She’d hugged him and told him about how scared she was, how alone she’d felt. She’d softened. She’d been here for less than a week and already she was softening. She couldn’t soften. She knew that sooner or later she’d have to run, she’d rather it be later but sometimes life didn’t go the way she wanted, and when she did she didn’t want her heart to ache when she left. She’d stormed down the stairs and out the downstairs door. She could clearly make out the McFurly’s sign. Of course it was a couple of blocks away, but she’d needed the exercise. She wasn’t at all weight conscious, but she did like to actually look like a woman, and not just a lump.
She started her trek towards the food place when he came down, stumbling and stuttering.
“Where’re you going?” he asked quickly, she turned around to see he had sweat on his brow and he was breathing heavy. A look of pure terror in his inky pools.
“To get my bike.” She said and then started to walk away again.
“You’re leaving again?” he asked, grabbing her hand softly.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She told him snatching her hand away from his grasp.
“Please don’t leave, look, I’m sorry for being a jerk. Just please stay.” He begged, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward him.
“I can’t stay.” She said quietly.
“And why can’t you? Evan isn’t dead-“
“It wasn’t only about him. I was tired of being the odd one out. You were the only one that liked me; you were the only one that talked to me. And now it’s only gonna be you out of a city of about 300. I can’t do that, I can’t be an orphan again.” She told him, looking straight into his black eyes, snatching her hand away from his but standing her grand. They were so close to each other, she could smell the