Game of Destiny – A Thrilling Tale of Power, Love & Fate

Finlay and I sat down on the step leading from his porch to the garden. The heat of the day had given way to cooler air,

the moon was a week from being full and the creek flowed at a steady pace. We didn’t talk as we ate. We were used to

each other’s company and it was a comfortable silence.

“Have you had a good birthday?” he asked me as we both had finished our cake.

“It has been amazing,” I told him.

“I was afraid it would trigger too many bad memories,” he said.

“It had its moments. But in the end, this birthday was much better and completely different.” He nodded.

“How do you feel about the games?” he asked.

“About the games or about what will happen when we won’t be playing?” I asked. He looked at me and smirked.

“The later,” he said.

“I don’t know. I’m nervous. I look forward to seeing my brother, but I’m scared he will be angry with me. With James… I

just don’t know what to think. I don’t have feelings for him, those died a long time ago. And I think I mostly have

forgiven him for what he did, it led me to end up here. But I’m afraid the bitterness will surface when I see him,” I told

him honestly.

“Would you prefer to stay home?” he asked.

“No.” I didn’t need to think about it. Despite my mixed feelings, I knew I would never skip the event. My pack needed me. “How about you? I’m not the only one with complicated family matters,” I asked him. He grunted.

“I have dealt with them at the alpha meetings. I’m predicting my brother will try to force a joining of the packs. Again.”

“At least we will have each other,” I told him. He gave me a smile.

“That is true.” We sat a moment longer, thinking about what we had talked about. I felt better after sharing my fears with

Finlay. I always did. “Ready for bed?” he asked. I nodded, and he stood up and reached his hands towards me. I took it

and he helped me up. We stood on the porch in the moonlight and neither of us had let go. Our eyes met and after a

couple of heartbeats during which none of us did anything, Finlay tugged lightly in my hand. The tug wasn’t hard

enough to do anything. But I found myself walking towards him until our toes almost touched. Our hands were still

connected and the air was filled with the tension which usually was under the surface whenever we were close. Now it

had been released and it was almost palatable. I don’t know who made the first move, or if we made it together. One moment we stood looking at each other, the next moment we were kissing like it was the only way to survive. Finlay’s

face as he kissed me. My free hand

and with a moan I opened my mouth to let his

was a long time ago, but nothing could have prepared me for this kiss.

and soul on fire. Everything I held back for six years came flooding out. Finlay responded with a flood of

didn’t hurt, but it was a possessive gesture that had me moaning for the second time. As if my moan had

I knew, I was inside Finlay’s house, in the hallway he let me down

wrapped around his neck and one of my hands tangled in his blond hair and the other

his shoulders. A growl escaped Finlay as he pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist. The skirt on the

hand rubbed all over my naked leg and all I could do was roll

new territory for me. Finlay grunted and moved his hips with mine. It almost sent me over the edge. His lips left mine as he kissed down my neck. Both my hands grabbed his hair in desperation. His hands had landed

“Finlay,” I moaned.

voice in my head telling me I couldn’t do this. I could, I needed

this, I

froze as he heard the change in my voice. I hated myself. He tilted his

his heavy breaths against my skin

to tears.

hands.

can’t ignore this thing between us any longer. It’s eating me

you, kiss you. Every day I have these instincts, my wolf pushes me to stake my claim to you,” he

it too.”

“Then why can’t we?”

weeks we will go to the biggest meeting of wolves in

I told him. For once I didn’t hide how the thought pained

he said, leaning

is what it

but you,” he told me.

it would break me,”

“Why?”

fault someone would be rejected. How

I can’t see myself loving anyone

the first of my tears running

love you too. And it scares me how much. I’m terrified of what will

paused to collect myself. “I won’t be able to pick up the

so much worse then when

you,” he insisted. I smiled at

But we both know that

me. It wasn’t full of fire this time. It was soft and

are breaking my heart,” he said, wiping away my tears and kissing the skin

“I’m not getting younger. If I want a family

games are four weeks away, Finn. I don’t think your balls will

forehead.

“Probably not,” he agreed.

you a