The Fated King
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Simon Callus is a rare type of werewolf. The kind of rare that borders on myth but he's no myth. But he might as well be.
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"Do you believe in fate?" I asked softly. His gaze landed on me from where he stood across the room. It filled up with confusion as he thought over my question.
"Yes," he answered quietly, his grey eyes still filled with confusion. I lifted a hand up and fire began enveloping it until my hand was covered in burning hot flames. His eyes widened and he looked at me in shock.
"I used to," I smiled softly, but I knew it didn't reach my eyes. He remained silent, no doubt still in shock about his mates hand covered in fire without being burned. I chuckled, before frowning and continued, "until I realized I was just a pawn."
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This story is, hopefully, a great one. It has a pinch of drama, a dash of friendship, a drop of heartbreak and a cup full of romance. Enjoy~!
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