Called by the Token: Her True Mate

Called by the Token: Her True Mate

Gavin

5.0
Comment(s)
11
View
11
Chapters

The fluorescent hum of the county clerk's office was the soundtrack to my defiance. I clutched the pen, ready to marry Liam Thorne, a man I' d run seven days and suppressed a blood-bound token for, all to rewrite a past that still haunted my reborn soul. Before the ink could touch the paper, Liam snatched the license. Rip. My heart stopped. "I have to marry Chloe first," he said, his words echoing the betrayal I remembered from a lifetime ago. He spoke of a week, of saving Chloe' s reputation, but I remembered years in a damp root cellar, the loss of our children. My blood-bound token throbbed as his guards abducted me, dragging me to his coastal estate. There, Chloe, the cousin whose manipulations haunted my first life, paraded in my wedding gown, her triumph chilling. With a staged cry and a splash of fake blood, she framed me. Liam, blinded by her fake tears, roared, "Take her to the old root cellar!" My nightmare was real again. The sting of his slap echoed the cruelty of a past he seemed to have forgotten, but I hadn't. Had he learned nothing? Did he truly believe a week could erase my agony, our lost children, the years in that dark cellar? The blood-bound token, suppressed for so long, now pulsed with a furious, undeniable call. As the heavy door of that dreaded root cellar slammed shut, I finally let go. No more running. No more pretending. My forced apology was a lie, a means to an end. It was time for my people to find me. It was time to go home. And this time, I wouldn't be marrying him. I was going home to Elijah.

Introduction

The fluorescent hum of the county clerk's office was the soundtrack to my defiance.

I clutched the pen, ready to marry Liam Thorne, a man I' d run seven days and suppressed a blood-bound token for, all to rewrite a past that still haunted my reborn soul.

Before the ink could touch the paper, Liam snatched the license.

Rip.

My heart stopped.

"I have to marry Chloe first," he said, his words echoing the betrayal I remembered from a lifetime ago.

He spoke of a week, of saving Chloe' s reputation, but I remembered years in a damp root cellar, the loss of our children.

My blood-bound token throbbed as his guards abducted me, dragging me to his coastal estate.

There, Chloe, the cousin whose manipulations haunted my first life, paraded in my wedding gown, her triumph chilling.

With a staged cry and a splash of fake blood, she framed me.

Liam, blinded by her fake tears, roared, "Take her to the old root cellar!"

My nightmare was real again.

The sting of his slap echoed the cruelty of a past he seemed to have forgotten, but I hadn't.

Had he learned nothing?

Did he truly believe a week could erase my agony, our lost children, the years in that dark cellar?

The blood-bound token, suppressed for so long, now pulsed with a furious, undeniable call.

As the heavy door of that dreaded root cellar slammed shut, I finally let go.

No more running.

No more pretending.

My forced apology was a lie, a means to an end.

It was time for my people to find me.

It was time to go home.

And this time, I wouldn't be marrying him.

I was going home to Elijah.

Continue Reading

Other books by Gavin

More
The Truth About His Mistress

The Truth About His Mistress

Short stories

4.7

I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.

You'll also like

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book