Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Third Person~

Adela looks on, hidden by the branches of a tree. She is pleased with what she is seeing. Portia is going along with everything much easier than she originally thought. She figured it would take a lot of persuading to get her to warm up to Neal.

The only thing that would make this better is if Aida was here to enjoy the show. Aida hasn’t been out of her room since she spoke with Lincoln one on one. She won’t eat, and she won’t talk to anyone. If she spends any longer in her room, Adela will be forced to drag her out.

Adela looks forward, toward Neal and her sister. If she can just get Neal to sweep her off of her feet, the Alphas will be free, and they can be hers and Aida’s again. Adela has always felt she was meant for great things, and she will do whatever it takes to get what she feels she deserves.

Closer to the two, Landon and Lincoln have had trouble focusing on training when they see Tia spending her time with an unmated male. They know the young man as Neal Woods. He is a decent warrior and a pretty quiet guy. He hasn’t met his mate yet, but he is looking forward to that day.

As nice as Neal seems, he has no place speaking to Tia like he is. It may be innocent, but neither Lincoln nor Landon are interested in any explanation. The Alpha blood of theirs is starting to boil over, and their wolves are itching to spring forward to show everyone who Tia truly belongs to. The only thing keeping the twins focused is the fact that they need to complete training, but even with that, they are hanging on by a thread.

in getting to know her. It isn’t as if he is any different from anyone else in

on her while speaking with Neal. She decided not to look up to see who it was. In her heart of hearts, she already knew, and there was no reason to confirm it. The twins keep stealing glances at her, and she is wondering how much longer until she needs to worry about what they will do. She may be mated to them, but they have not completed

~Tia~

sit and chat with Neal. I guess it would be smart to walk to Neal another time and focus

much, but I know I’ve already welcomed them into my heart. I guess my reservations weren’t enough to push the mate bond back. I never really considered rejecting them, to be honest. My issues are the same as it when I first found out I

I think I will

you on

my hand out of his grasp. I hear two growls come from behind me, and rather than be scared, Neal smirks. This won’t end well if I let it continue. I pull my hand out, and I take a few

into my veins. I turn toward the training ground, and I see that straining is wrapping up. I walk to

people walk past me without so much as sparing me a glance. The only people who take the time to greet me are Mark and Lynn. I have gotten older and have even left for years, yet nothing has changed. How exactly am I to be the Luna to a group of people to who I seem to be invisible? I may not have planned to reject my mates, but it