Destiny's Chosen

Destiny's Chosen

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"You!" Nefertari gasped, halting suddenly in the darkened passageway barred by the silhouette of a man she would never forget. A cruel smirk flashed on his face. "Yes me, Princess." Nefertari drew the dagger from her belt with inhuman speed, but somehow he was faster. He seized her wrists, slamming her into the rough stone wall and holding her there with his weight. She inhaled as best she could, meeting his eyes with fiery hatred before pulling her knee up hard. Twisting sidewards, he swiftly avoided her assault, reluctantly releasing one of her wrists. Nefertari's hand instantly balled into a fist and she swung it at his face. Moving aside, he used her momentum against her. Turning her around, he slammed her back into the wall, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Nefertari grunted, unable to free herself. She felt the unbidden connection between them awaken again at their touch, its golden radiance coursing through her veins. "What do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth, ignoring the sensation. "You." His breath danced along the curve of her neck as he leaned in close. "Just you." ~ Nefertari was no warrior, but she was hardly a docile princess either. So, when her city becomes a target of the dark ones known as the Drakkon, she takes up arms to save her people. There was however, one problem. Him. A man born of shadows, raised by the sword and gifted with power beyond her understanding. How was she meant to fight such a man? Yet, Destiny had named its chosen and she was among them. Why her? She had no idea, but she would do all she could to banish the threat that sought to suffocate them. With loyal friends by her side, and all the courage she could muster, she hoped that Egypt could be saved from the one man whom her fate was unequivocally tied to.
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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