Strings of Fate

12- Messages and mornings

I go and change into my fluffy unicorn pyjamas. I plug my phone onto charge and climb into the very corner of my bed where I am most comfortable. I watch as my red thread fades from my view. Bellamy must have driven far enough away that I can’t see it anymore. Considering that we are fated to be together, he is very annoying. He is definitely not the kind of person I expected fate to give to me. I still can’t imagine being with him for the rest of my life. He is bossy and demanding, the complete opposite of me. I am pulled from my thoughts when I feel my phone vibrating next to me. I have a text from Megan.

Megan- Hey, so I’m thinking brunch tomorrow followed by shopping. I want a dress for my engagement party!!! Pick you up at 10am???

I responded with my acceptance and my address. I have never really been shopping with a friend before and I find I am insanely excited. I probably can’t buy much given my limited income. But it should still be fun helping Megan pick something. I put my phone down only for it to vibrate again.

Megan- This should be fun. My brother promised to pay for my dress as an engagement gift so we should pick the most expensive thing in the store. 3

I laugh out loud at that.

Ryann- Hahaha definitely. Speaking of your brother I’m supposed to ask you some questions about Shifters and stuff tomorrow if that’s okay? He tried to explain some things and it resulted in an argument. He suggested I should just talk to you instead.

Megan- Oh of course, I’m happy to help. Don’t mind my brother. He’s so stubborn you would think he shifts into a pig instead of a cat. We can have a proper chat tomorrow. I’ll see you at 10. Night!

Ryann- Good night Megan.

I had almost forgotten that being a Shifter doesn’t just mean they live separately from others and apparently have lots of money. They actually do shift into animals. I try to imagine Bellamy as a cat. I have no idea what kind he is though. Something big I assume. He is the

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been better recently. Maybe I should get one. A wicked

imaginary being–stuck–with–Bellamy–for–the–rest–of–my–life chart to

other than his Shifter family. He has a tendency to look down on non–Shifters. He is terrible at apologising and it seems he doesn’t know how to ask for things, only demand. I force myself to try and think of some pros, it’s not fair for me to only

of how attractive they are, or are at least a little more serious. I groan as I realise that description applies to Bellamy perfectly. Until this moment I haven’t given much consideration to how Bellamy looks. Now I do. I suppose it is a little shallow of me, but if I can’t be shallow and honest with myself in my own head when else am I going to be? Okay, so Bellamy is fairly attractive. Scratch that, the guy is drop dead gorgeous. He’s tall, dark and handsome like Harry is, but not flashy. Definitely fit, most Shifters are

isn’t looking at me in that way at all. He is too busy trying to find himself a perfect Shifter mate so that he can secure his position as Alpha. He proved it earlier when he made

interactions that would endear me to him. This line of thought is making me depressed. I set an alarm for morning, flick off the light by my bed and cuddle deeper under my blankets where I know I

desire to go back to sleep. I don’t feel like I’ve slept at all. With a groan, I roll out of bed and shiver as I stumble into my little bathroom. I turn the shower on so the

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Messages and mornings

phone and confirming it should be relatively warm today. I pick out a pair of light blue sandals and slip them on. I run a brush through my damp hair and glance at my reflection in the mirror. I have dark lashes

I can’t help

small smile. Definitely the quiet type. I step outside and lock my door behind me. Darrien leads the way down the stairs while Megan

up first. Spending my brother’s money is one of my favourite hobbies after all. I wonder what colour dress we should pick

right now, don’t worry about it. We’re shopping for you today.” I inform

you must have made a good impression

her in shock.

for my dress.