Gifts of Fate:Kindred of Arkadia 7

By: Alanea Alder


“Prince Gabriel, I have contacted all of the regional coven leaders, they have already sent us whatever

blood they had stored. We’re running out of options.” Roman removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Gabriel sat at his desk in his office at the coven house, elbows on the desktop with his crossed fingers

covering his lips.

“We’re out of time. Baron gave us a month before he came for Rhys, it’s already been that long. He’s

probably giving us some leeway due to Christmas being right around the corner, but I fear he will be

coming soon. He will come and there won’t be anything I can do to stop him.”

“It won’t be the same without hearing Rhys at Christmas,” Roman said in a pained voice.

“It was the reason why I turned him.” Gabriel sighed and stared down at the council paperwork that had

been sent back to him, a faint smile on his lips.

“You still haven’t told Ashby, have you?”

Gabriel shook his head.

“It all happened so fast. With everything going on with Rhys and the Inner Court about to give birth, I

haven’t really had the chance. The timing couldn’t be worse.”

“What are we going to do?”

Gabriel looked up and Roman was shocked at the depth of sadness and hopelessness that he saw.

“I don’t know.”

Chapter 1


Dec 20th - Afternoon

“Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.” Rebecca sang cheerfully as she hung

fresh garland and wreaths up in the diner. She loved Christmas. The snow outside reminded her of the

magical day when she first came to Arkadia. So much had happened in the past year, it felt like she had

lived here all her life.

The diner smelled like Ma’s beef stew, homemade bread and cinnamon from the desserts baking in the

oven. She was about to get on the stepladder when she heard a low growl from her mate. She looked

behind her to see Liam already standing from where he sat with his mates to come over and assist. He

winked at her and took the garland from her hands. She turned to Aleks.

“You don’t have to be so growly.”

“You should know better than to be climbing around on a step ladder. You’re due any day now. You’re

so big you’d probably topple off to one side.”

Rebecca gasped and looked down at her stomach. She secretly complained to Ashby and Sebastian

about how big she was because she didn’t want to worry Aleks, but damn the man for calling her out on it

in the diner.

“I’m not that big. I’m perfectly healthy.” She sniffed.

Liam leaned down and whispered, “You know he’s just worried. We all are. You’re just so tiny and let’s

face it, your tummy is not.” He kissed the top of her head, arranged the last section of garland, and stepped


“I’m fine. We both are. Drill sergeant over there has been keeping track of how many steps I take from

the den to the bathroom, how many ounces of water I drink and all my pre-natal vitamins.” She smiled

sweetly at Aleks before sticking her tongue out at him and rubbing her tummy.

“Have you picked out a name yet?” Ashby asked, grinning. Rebecca could kiss the man. He always

seemed to know exactly what she was feeling and what to do to make her feel better. Bringing up choosing

a baby name would be a fun way to bring her overbearing bear down a notch or two. He had been dogging

her every step for the past month and restricted her visits to the diner. Torturing him was her only form of


“I think I have.”

“It has to be an ‘A’ name,” Aleks jumped in. She had been teasing him about naming the baby Gabriel

for weeks.

“I found the perfect name. Aloisius. It’s Liam’s middle name and I think it will suit my baby right down

to his little purr,” Rebecca said, taking a seat across from Ashby who had his back to Aleks. He caught her

eye and winked.

“That’s a fine name,” Liam exclaimed, jumping on the bandwagon.

“Like hell! We are not naming my son Aloisius! And he does not purr, he growls!” Aleks rumbled.

“Hmmm I don’t know, it feels like a purr to me,” Rebecca said innocently.