Fated Love(The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 4)(3)

By: Franca Storm

“I’ve told you that I don’t mind having your mark on me, Nathanial.”

“The last thing I want to do is inflict a permanent mark on this perfect body of yours. I am sorry that I need to—”

Her hands gripped his arms firmly, cutting him off. “I love when you bite me. And you are so gentle when you do. The feeling is…amazing. That’s why I come so quickly.”

“Really?” he asked. “My bite pushes you over the edge?”

“Yes. I am glad that my destined mate happens to be a vampire.”

Before he could utter a response, a sudden ice-cold sensation ripped through him and he gritted his teeth. It disappeared a moment later, only to be replaced with a searing pain forcing its way into his head. It felt as though it were boring a hole right through him.

“Nathanial? What’s wrong?” she asked as he suddenly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside her, clutching his head.

“Oriana,” he hissed with anger as he forced himself to sit up.

“What? She’s hurting you?” she asked anxiously, wrapping her arms around him.

He buried his face in his hands and concentrated, trying to cast out the invasion pulsing through his head. His hands shook as he called his dark magic forth. He raised them slowly as he muttered under his breath, “Desine. Stop.”

Marella laid her hand on him and he knew what she intended to do. She wanted to help him with her magic. His grabbed her hand quickly, stopping her.

“It has to be dark magic, angel.”

A collective roar resounded suddenly, the force of it reverberating through the entire room. The wolves. They were in pain, just like he was.

Several moments passed, before he was finally able to lift his head. He eyed Marella and told her, “It’s all right, angel.”

“The pain has gone?”

“Yes. For now,” he said, hurrying off the bed and snatching up his boxers and pants.

“What’s happening, Nathanial? First you and now the wolves. By the sounds of it—all of them.”

He pulled on his pants and hurried to the door. “I need to check on Ryan,” he said in a panic.

“Nathanial!” she called just before he made it out of the bedroom.

He turned back to her, his expression grave and intense as he revealed, “Oriana has moved up her timetable. The Dark Realm has begun to crumble. I must go to Ryan. Now.”


The pain in Ryan’s head was searing, unbearable to the point that he was struggling to hold a powerful wave of nausea at bay. Josh was on his knees cursing with Shaye wrapped around him, trying to use her white magic to stop his agony. Orion didn’t appear to be affected at all by whatever was assaulting the two of them and causing the rest of the wolves in the compound to roar in agony. Orion was bounding all over him, licking him, pawing at him. Ryan could feel his son’s anxiety at seeing his father in pain.

“It’s…all right…Orion,” he struggled to utter.

The door flew open suddenly and a violent gust of wind blew through the room. Ryan felt hands on him on either side of his head. A bitter cold permeated his temples and he gasped at the uncomfortable sensation. But he was too weak, too consumed by the pain to summon any sort of defense or to even attempt to move away.

And then the pain was gone. Completely.

He lifted his head to see Nathanial leaning over the bed, eyeing him with concern.

“It has gone?”

Ryan nodded absently. It took him a moment to regain his bearings. “Josh,” he said to Nathanial. “Help him.”

Nathanial shook his head. “I’m sorry. I cannot. He’s not of royal blood.”

“This is no time to be elitist, Nathanial!”

“It is not that. As a pureblood—royal—you have a natural immunity to what is happening. I just called it forth with my dark magic. Josh and the other wolves do not. But it will pass shortly. For the time being.”

Ryan scooped Orion up in his arms, stroking him in an effort to calm him amid the thunderous wolf roars shaking the compound. He climbed off the bed and studied Nathanial. He’d obviously just rushed out of bed. He was shirtless and wearing only a pair of silk pants. Ryan’s eyes were drawn to the scars all over his broad chest. He failed to hide his shock. There were so many.

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