Chapter 11: Shackled by Fate

[Margaret’s POV] It was a known tradition among werewolves to unite with their mates, to live side by side and strengthen their bond. Yet, never in my wildest dreams had I imagined becoming the mate of the Wolf King himself. Such a union felt like something from tales whispered around the campfires, distant and impossible. The idea of leaving my pack, my home, was something I had never seriously considered. Growing up, I always believed that my future was set in stone. I thought I would end up with Armstrong, become the Luna of our tribe, and lead a peaceful life. I had daydreamed of raising a playful litter of wolf cubs, watching them grow strong and wild under the safety of our pack. But life had other plans. Armstrong and Elizabeth’s fated bond shattered those dreams. Watching them together had snuffed out any hope of my imagined future. It hurt, but I had accepted it—eventually. I had resigned myself to a simpler path. Perhaps I would find companionship with a loyal Beta, someon