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

feels sorry for me. This is horrible. Is she really that terrible? I mean, putting aside the problems she’s causing here, is she

the save because I have no words at this point. I have no idea what to say or

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

air in the room seems to be disappearing at a rapid rate, and I’m having trouble with my intake. I need fresh air……I need open spaces…..I need out of this room! “I….I have to go. I…..I just can’t right now.”

the packhouse. The minute I hit open air, I take the biggest breath. I feel like my lungs are deflated, and I’m struggling to fill them with air. My

fearful of passing out. What the hell is happening to me? Finding your mate is supposed to be a joyous

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,

trying to use everything to help me. I try to focus on how the ground

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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, I see the assailant,

“Lynn?”

“Mark, what the hell?”

“Where am 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 can’t just ignore it. I have to try to trust Lynn

tell you something, but you have to swear to keep it to yourself.” Lynn looks at me with confusion. “I’m serious Lynn. You can’t talk about this to anyone, especially Tia.” Lynn