FATED TO HATE YOU

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In the mysterious world where humans and werewolves clash, Emily, an ordinary human, finds herself at the center of a brewing storm. When a dark prophecy reveals her as the human mate of the powerful Alpha, Adrian, chaos ensues. But the alpha's rejection unleashes a dangerous chain of events. Pushed into a world of power struggles, secrets, and an unexpected love, Emily discovers she possesses a unique talent that could bridge the gap between two fighting species. Her connection with Lucas, an outcast, challenges tradition, and puts her on a path to uncover a sinister pack agenda. As allegiances shift, loyalties are tested, and secrets are revealed, Emily must rise above rejections, save her newfound allies, and confront an ancient evil that threatens both humans and werewolves. Can Emily control her powers, mend a divided pack, and defy fate to bring peace? Or will the dark omens that haunt her visions come to pass, unleashing a war that could destroy everything she's grown to love?

Modern Forced love Alpha Arrogant/Dominant Romance

Chapter 5 Revelation

04-21 00:44

Chapter 1 Back home

A car drove past, its engine growling like a restless lion as dust danced in its face. Emily, a nineteen-year-old with dreams as vast as the sky above, skipped unaware of the things happening. She moved through the bustling streets of Laredo, navigating the chaos with a familiarity that belied the smell of the atmosphere.

In the heart of the city, where she passed through, she navigated through the marketplace, Emily haggled for fruits from the vendor."Emily, my dear, you always bring a lively spirit to my market. What fruits are you craving today?"

Emily, smiling, "I need some juicy mangoes and ripe bananas, the kind that tastes like sunshine on a lazy afternoon."

The vendor, chuckling, says "Ah, you have a way with words, Emily. Here, let me pick the finest ones for you."

As the vendor selected the fruits, the air carried the scent of ripening mangoes and the lively chatter of the market blended with the distant growls of passing vehicles.

Then the vendor, handing over the fruits, said, "There you go, my dear. Enjoy these treats from our bountiful land."

I gratefully smiling, said, "Thank you! Your fruits always brighten my day."

Then walking briskly away, i got lost in her own thought of how my summer went at camp Dacotin.

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My laughter, a melody woven with the vibrancy of youth, echoed through the air, painting a stark contrast to the hidden reality i was yet to .

Entering my home,I found myself in the embrace of solitude. The usual hues of the setting sunone painted the landscape in warm tones, casting a fleeting illusion of normalcy over my existence.

No one greeted me, because the house was empty, but the memories of Camp Dacotin lingered, and a smile played on my lips. I savored the echoes of laughter shared with friends, the crackling bonfires, and the starlit nights that felt like magic.

Gracie, my friend from Turkey, occupied a special place in those memories. The warmth of their friendship transcended borders, and i help but reminisce about the moments they shared under the vast summer sky.

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My room bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun, I heard the distant sound of the front door opening.

The familiar chatter of my family drifted up the stairs, a blend of my mom's melodious laughter, my dad's hearty voice, and her younger brother's energetic anecdotes. They had returned from my father's company dinner party, an event i had opted out of earlier that day.

Downstairs, the aroma of lingering spices from the dinner party wafted through the air, teasing my senses.I hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to join them. I descended the stairs, my steps a silent bridge between my quiet sanctuary and the lively hum of family in the living room.

My mom, a graceful woman with a warm smile, noticed her first. "Emily, darling, you decided to join us after all. We missed you at the dinner party!"

I smiling, "I needed some time alone, but I'm here now. How was the party?"

My dad, a distinguished figure in a suit, grinned, "Oh, it was splendid! You should have seen the dance moves your mom pulled off. Pure magic!"

Mom, blushing, "Don't exaggerate, dear. It was just a bit of fun."

My younger brother, a bundle of energy, interjected, "Em, you missed out on the amazing desserts! Seriously, you should've come."

I chuckled, "Well, next time, save me a piece of cake, will you?"

"No! I won't, because why should I?" He questioned amidst a loud laughter.

As they gathered in the living room, the atmosphere shifted from the formalities of the dinner party to the comfort of familial bonds.

My brother, still animated from the evening's excitement, shared anecdotes about the party, mimicking colleagues and playfully imitating their dad's dance moves. Laughter echoed through the room, and for a moment,I was enveloped in the warmth of shared joy.

My mom, sensing my earlier need for solitude, approached me gently. "Sweetheart, is everything okay? You seemed lost in thought earlier."

I hesitated, then decided to share a glimpse of my experiences at Camp Dacotin. "I've just been thinking about my time at camp this summer. It was incredible, Mom. I made a friend, Gracie, from Turkey. We had the best time."

My mom's eyes lit up with genuine interest. "Tell us more! We want to hear all about it."

And so,I began recounting the tales of campfires under starlit skies, the camaraderie with friends from different corners of the world, and the adventures that unfolded in the heart of nature.

My family listened attentively, captivated by the vivid tapestry of my summer escapades.

I with a mischievous grin, continued my narrative. "You know, as much as we loved the camp, the food was a whole different adventure. I'm convinced they were secretly training us to survive on smaller rations!"

My dad chuckled, "Survival training at a summer camp? That's a unique approach."

I nodding, "Exactly! We'd sit around the campfire, roasting marshmallows and telling stories, but when it came to meals, it was a different story. We'd get these tiny portions, and let me tell you, creativity was key in making those meals interesting."

My mom, intrigued, "Tiny portions? How did you cope?"

I laughed, "Oh, we turned it into a game. We'd come up with the most creative ways to make those small portions look like a feast. Gracie, my friend from Turkey, was a master at it. We'd pretend we were judges on a cooking show, giving scores for presentation and taste."

My brother, wide-eyed, "That sounds like a challenge. What was the most creative dish you came up with?"

Emily, reminiscing, "One night, we had these small portions of rice and beans. Gracie turned it into a gourmet dish, arranging the rice in a heart shape and the beans around it like a work of art. We even named it 'Culinary Love in the Wilderness.'"