Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Stuart~

It’s so dank down here. I never liked coming down here, and once I got the head warrior position, I made sure I never came down here if I could avoid it. The horrors that can take place here are strewn across the walls and embedded in the ground. When I go back home, I will need a complete shower, maybe 3.

I make my way down the hall, walking past empty cells. One cell holds Neal, a trusted warrior. I have to admit that I admire his bravado, and it’s too bad that Portia didn’t go for his advances. If she had, that would have made things easier for the twins. He laid out on his cot, not moving.

I continue down the hall until I reach the cell I’ve been looking for. My baby is sitting in the corner of the cell, knees drawn up, and her head resting on her knees. I can hear small sniffles, and it breaks my heart to see her like this. “Honey?” I call her softly, unsure if she’d answer and not wanting to scare her. Adela answers but doesn’t look up.

“Daddy? What are you doing here?” I step toward the bars, being careful not to touch them. Some have silver inside, and others don’t, but I’m not trying to find out which is which.

“Why do you sound surprised? Where else would I be right now?”

“Daddy….” A sob escapes her mouth, and I swear my heart breaks. “I messed everything up. I….I should have let things go.”

“No! You and Aida were just trying to get what was due you. You should never apologize for that. You have always known what you were meant for. I’m just sorry that I couldn’t give it to you and your sister. I’m sorry that you had to deal with…..with her.” Adela slowly lifts her head and looks at me, tears falling from her eyes. “Where’s your sister?” Her lip trembles, and a sob escapes.

them where she

What did you

careful with her and to get her help. I just hope he follows through.” I sigh, hanging my head. Something was wrong with my honey bun, and I had

that has been happening to us. Ever since Portia returned, things have been bad. If she had just stayed where she was, we

slowly turn and head back down the hall. I have no idea if they even have proof to

replay what Adela told me, and I stop in my tracks. Aida was talking about a watch that she thought would help Lincoln forget the mate bond. Crap! Aida must have my watch. She must have taken it and thought it would help her win over Lincoln. Damn! Not only is that not how it

to get my child out of that hellhole. I see the twins and Portia walking through the open field. I notice a bunch of warriors walking toward the cells, dragging someone. “Stop! Let me go! I need Lincoln…..he misses me!” Aida is sobbing and kicking her feet in an attempt to break free. My heart is breaking watching her, and

your superior. You let her go right now!” The warriors push past me and continue to the cells.

to Lincoln!” The warriors tightly grip her, and she continues

daughter!” The warriors continue as if they couldn’t hear me, and I can feel the anger build. I start to run after them when two warriors block my path. I get ready to push them out of my way when two more warriors get in front of them and push me back. I’m furious and

me. I walk until I’m inches from Portia. “You have done all of this!” I gesture around me and take

steps from behind Landon with her head

~Tia~

past few weeks have been crazy, but I’ve been able to see who my family truly is. I’ve always known they were indifferent toward me, but it’s deeper than that. My sisters attacked me because of who I was fated to. My dad has slapped me and tried to make me reject my mates. Lincoln has been kidnapped, and Landon is almost marked against his will. This has been too much, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired of him thinking he can run me down whenever he feels like it, especially

but dad looks unphased. “All you had to do was stay gone……stay at that school you ran off to, and things

my ground but say nothing. I notice people are starting to come where we are, surrounding us. Some are coming out of the packhouse, including mom and Alpha Paul. I see Kimberly coming from the side of the packhouse. I guess we’re doing this in front of everyone. “Are you going to speak, or are you waiting for