Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Mark~

MATE! MATE! MATE! MATE!

Stop, Cato! You have to stop.

I want mate. Go to mate. I throw a wall up to block my wolf. He is going to give me a splitting headache, and I have to think. I have to figure out what to do because this is crazy.

So the apples and cinnamon sent that I detected earlier belongs to my mate, and my mate is Jenna. Oh, my f**king Goddess! What type of horrible turn of events is this? This woman doesn’t want me. She is out to replace my best friend. How can she be mated to me? Why would the Moon Goddess think it’s a good idea for her and me to be together? I know I don’t know her personally, but just looking at her actions tells me more than I need to know.

“MARK?!” I whip my head toward Lincoln, who is in shaking a hand in my face. Landon is looking at me with concern and sympathy. “Are you okay, man? What’s going on with you?”

“Isn’t it obvious, Linc? Mark has found his mate.”

“Yeah he said that. So what?” Landon runs his hand down his face in exasperation.

doofus.” I watch Lincoln’s face and see when

feels sorry for me. This

breathe.” Landon for the save because I have no words at this point. I

I would love to discuss this with Cato, but I already know what he will say, so there’s no point. I need to talk about this to someone, but I have no idea who. I can’t talk to Tia because it just wouldn’t be right. I can, maybe, talk to my sister, but I’d have to swear her to secrecy. She can be hit

spaces…..I need out of this room! “I….I have to go. I…..I just can’t right now.” I

I take the biggest breath. I feel like my lungs are deflated, and I’m struggling to fill them with air. My knees hit the ground, and I grab the grass as if trying to anchor myself against a raging wind. My chest feels heavy, and I don’t

mate is supposed to be a joyous time. It’s supposed to be the best thing

how. I feel myself moving in the wind, and there is no way it’s strong enough to be pushing me. I have no idea what direction I’m moving in. I feel I’m not on my feet, so I must be crawling. It feels as if I may be about to die, but that would be crazy. I hear nothing other than the

it. I’m teetering on the edge of reality and darkness, and I don’t want to tumble. I struggle against the darkness trying to use everything to help me. I try to focus on how the ground feels beneath me. I try

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and look around. I can see the sky; it’s a bit dark but not completely nighttime yet. I can feel a few taps on my face, and when I move my eye around,

“Lynn?”

“Mark, what the hell?”

“Where am I?”

I’m glad I did. I struggle to sit up with Lynn’s help. I put my head in my hands and just breathe. “What’s up with you, Mark?” I have to talk about this. I

to yourself.” Lynn looks at me with confusion. “I’m serious Lynn. You can’t talk about this to anyone, especially Tia.” Lynn slowly nods at me.