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< A Fate Written in Fire and Fear Claim A Fate Written in Fire and Fear "You can fight us, Princess, but it only makes this more fun. In the end, you'll be exactly where you belong-with us." - Rory Caine Rhea's POV: I didn't realize how much of the day had slipped away until I glanced at the time on my phone. I had missed nearly all my classes-something the vice principal would not let slide. Lila had suggested dropping her brothers' names to get out of trouble, but I refused. No way in hell was I giving the quads any more leverage over me than they already had.

The last thing I needed was for them to think I was using them for favours. And let's be real-the vice principal would probably laugh in my face. I could already picture the conversation. "Oh, you're mated to the Alphas? Sure, and I'm the f*****g Moon Goddess." The thought made me scowl as I trudged toward the student center, where my friends-Bree, Nora, Ethan, and Theo-were waiting. Their curiosity was practically a physical presence, thick and unspoken the whole day. I could feel them itching to ask about the quads, but they were doing a terrible job at holding back.

The campus speakers crackled to life. "All students are to report to the auditorium immediately for a special announcement by the Alphas. Attendance is mandatory." I froze mid-step, my stomach plummeting. Oh. f**k. This was it. I had begged the quads to wait before making anything public, but clearly, my opinion didn't mean s**t. My pulse roared in my ears, my skin cold despite the heat creeping up my neck. Bree glanced at me, her brows furrowed. "What's that about?" I shrugged, trying to keep my voice even.

"No idea." Bree looked unconvinced, but Nora looped her arm through mine before she could press me. "Guess we'll find out soon enough." Yeah. Find out how thoroughly my life was about to implode. Jaxon's POV: I watched her from the stage, every subtle movement, every flicker of anxiety in her eyes. She kne 176 < A Fate Written in Fire and Fear Claim w what was coming. I could practically feel her panic from across the room, like a live wire crackling under her skin. She should've known there was no stopping this. She was ours. And it was time everyone knew. Seth nudged my side, his voice low.

"she looks like she's gonna bolt." Rory smirked, leaning back against the stage. "Let Her try. She won't get far." Callum exhaled sharply, his gaze locked onto Rhea as she walked in with Theo. "She's scared," he muttered. Scared or not, this was happening. The auditorium filled quickly, the excited whispers of students buzzing like static. She-wolves preened, adjusting their skirts, flipping their hair-desperate for a final chance at our attention. Too f*****g bad. Rhea's POV: I felt every stare as I was led down the aisle toward the front.

Theo walked beside me, his grip light but unyielding. I could feel Bree and Nora watching like hawks, their curiosity a weight on my back. Callum, Rory, Seth, and Jaxon stood waiting near the stage, their dominance a tangible force in the room. Callum's expression was impossibly stoic, his stormy gray eyes scanning the auditorium like he was mentally calculating threats. Rory leaned against the stage too casually, a slow smirk playing on his lips-but I knew better. That sharpness in his gaze? Calculating. Watching.

Seth was the wild card, lounging like he was already bored with the entire thing, but his fingers tapped idly against his thigh, betraying his anticipation. And Jaxon... Jaxon's eyes latched onto mine immediately, a dark gleam in them that made my stomach flip. Possessive. Unapologetic. Ce rtain. I wanted to turn and run. Instead, Callum stepped forward and pulled me against him. My body tensed, my breath catching as his face dipped into the crook of my neck. A slow, deep inhale. I shuddered despite myself.

Then Rory's arms wrapped around me from the other side, his warmth sinking into my bones, melting my resistance. No. I couldn't melt for them. Not when I still had no clue if they'd break me. "Princess," Rory murmured against my ear. "Are you ready to make history?" "I'd rather skip to the part where the Lycandra swallows me whole," I muttered. Seth snorted a low, amused chuckle. "Too bad," Jaxon said, his voice a deep, velvet-coated threat. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of silver hair from my face. < A Fate Written in Fire and Fear "You're ours, sunshine," he murmured.

"It's time everyone knows it." Callum's POV: I stepped up to the microphone, waiting for silence It didn't take long. "Ridge Academy," I began, my voice effortlessly carrying across the room. "We've gathered you here today to share something that affects not just us but all of you." A ripple of curiosity moved through the crowd. Claim Rory took over smoothly, his tone casual but firm. "For five years, we've waited for the one person who was made for us. Our mate. Our Luna." Seth leaned forward slightly, his usual mischief dimmed, replaced by something deeper, something reverent.

"And now, we've finally found her." A wave of whispers swept the room. Jaxon's voice cut through them all, sharp and dark. "Meet Rhea Morgan. Our mate. Your future, Luna." The auditorium exploded. Gasps. Shock. Some excitement. A lot of jealousy. Jaxon smirked at the chaos as if he thrived off it. I extended a hand, waiting. Rhea hesitated. Then, slowly, she placed her hand in mine. I pulled her onto the stage, standing solidly beside her. Jaxon, Rory and Seth flanked her other side, a united front.

"Rhea will be treated with the same respect you show us," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Any hostility or disrespect toward her will not be tolerated." "Yes, Alpha!" the crowd chorused, but I saw the resentment in their eyes. I felt the tension in Rhea's shoulders, the weight of what this meant pressing down on her. Jaxon leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You're ours now, sunshine. And now everyone will know it, too. Get used to it." Rhea's POV: I shoved the last of my clothes into the suitcase, my hands trembling as I yanked the zipper shut.

The rhythmic zzzzipechoed through the room, sharp and final, like the closing of a cell door. 376 < A Fate Written in Fire and Fear things I wasn't ready to admit I wanted. "Or are you going to fight?" Claim I hated how much my body responded to them. Hated the way my n*****s hardened beneath my shirt, the way my breath hitched at the heat in his gaze. Hated that I wanted to test him. "I'm not yours to be good for," I bit out, keeping my voice firm. Jaxon laughed, low and wicked, like I had just said something cute.

"Oh, sunshine," he crooned, his fingers trailing down my arm, sending sparks through my veins. "You already are." The door creaked again, and before I could gather my thoughts, Callum was there. His presence sucked the air from the room. Jaxon was a flame-wild, burning, dangerous. Callum was the fire itself, controlled, unrelenting, impossible to put out "Pack your things," he ordered, his voice quiet but absolute. "We leave in five minutes." I didn't move.

Not because I didn't want to, but because Callum had locked eyes with me, his gaze dragging over my body, and f**k if my knees didn't feel like jelly. He saw too much. Saw the way Jaxon had gotten under my skin. Saw the way my chest rose and fell too fast, the way my legs pressed together just a little too tightly. "You're flustered," Callum mused, stepping deeper into my space. "Why?" His voice was deceptively soft. Like he already knew. I forced my chin up, ignoring the way my traitorous body heated at the way they were both looking at me. "I'm annoyed," I lied.

"That's all." Jaxon snickered. Callum didn't smile. He just reached forward, his fingers sliding into my hair, his grip firm but not painful, tilting my head just enough so that I had to look up at him. "Lie to yourself all you want, little Luna," he murmured. "But don't lie to us." My pulse skyrocketed. I should've pulled away. But I didn't. 5760 < A Fate Written in Fire and Fear Couldn't. Callum's thumb dragged over my bottom lip*, slow deliberate. My breath hitched, my stomach. tightening as an achebloomed deep inside me.

Claim "Good girl," he murmured again, this time softer and almost reverent, as if the words themselves belonged to him. I swallowed hard. "Let's go, Luna," he said, releasing me with a lingering brush of his fingertips. I exhaled shakily, stepping away before I could do something stupid-like lean into his touch. Jaxon chuckled low, his eyes shimmering with something dark. "You're going to be fun," he murmured, trailing after Callum as they both exited the room. I grabbed my suitcase with shaking hands, but before I could pick it up, Jaxon grabbed it.

Their touch and presence hummed every inch of my body. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for them. Because the worst part wasn't the way they affected me. The worst part was that I knew they weren't lying. I felt their sincerity in every possessive touch, growled promise, and hungry, knowing gaze. They wouldn't leave. They wouldn't betray me. And that terrified me more than anything-because if I let myself believe them if I let myself fall... There would be no coming back. I had barely survived once. I wouldn't survive them. Not if they ever decided to let me go.

And the sickest part of all? Somewhere deep inside, I already knew... They never would. Comments LUCK DRAW > Vote 356 admin