Goddess’s Design His Fated Mate

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Oran As I stepped into the packhouse, the sound of a car caught my attention, prompting me to turn and see Walter rushing out of the car. He had returned sooner than I had anticipated. “I checked the message you sent me. Did Reuben really find Willow and the children?” he inquired. “Yes, he did. In fact, he found her a day ago. I thought I should inform you as well,” I replied, leaning against the door frame. “She’s safe.” “That’s fantastic news,” he breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Willow’s escape and Reuben’s subsequent departure to find her, Walter had been diligently working alongside us to locate Willow and the children. “Do you love her?” I asked casually. He glanced at me for a moment before admitting, “I do, but she doesn’t feel the same way. So, I’m in the process of moving on. I can’t be with a woman who’s already in love with another man. I think I’m making progress, especially after seeing how affected she was by just the news of Reuben and Ella’s wedding. Her escape proves just how much she loves Reuben and can’t bear to see him with another woman,” he murmured dryly. I chuckled, “Yeah, they’re both like that. In reality, they’re perfect for each other, but there are some misunderstandings between them. I believe they’ll sort it out soon.” Walter nodded thoughtfully. “I hope so, but the fact is Willow is stubborn,” he remarked. “If she’s stubborn, then Reuben is obsessed,” I countered. “Yeah,” he admitted dryly, gazing into the packhouse. “Where are Willow and the children?” “Reuben drove off after dropping the children off that day. They told me Willow was abducted by some other men. I don’t have any more details, but later Reuben sent me a message saying he found Willow and she’s safe. Neither of them have returned, so I believe they’re together,” I explained. Walter chuckled, lighting a cigarette. “He found her within 12 hours of her being kidnapped. How heroic…

“It’s what we call a mate bond,” I said, slipping both hands into my pockets and gazing up at the evening sky. “A soulmate is your other half. You can smell, feel, and sense them. You can feel their emotions whether it’s pain or love. The stronger the love is that the couple shares, the stronger the mate bond. It’s all about love,” I murmured, still fixated on the evening sky. “You sound like you have one too,” Walter commented. I was taken aback for a moment before glancing at him from the corner of my eye and asking. “How come you’re still staying here of your own free will? Don’t you have responsibilities back in your own territory?” I raised an eyebrow inquisitively. III O Fri, 8 Mar Chapter 63 B “It’s alright for me to be away from my country for a month or two. After all, I’m the boss. You could call me the Alpha of my territory,” he smirked. “Yeah,” I replied dryly, having uncovered information about him. He was indeed a deadly and ruthless hunter. 78% +5 “However…my reasons for staying here have shifted,” he whispered, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. I followed his line of sight to the woods, but there was no one there. “Uncle Walter!” Wyatt exclaimed joyfully, racing into the front yard. “Hey there, Buddy. Did you miss me?” Walter’s demeanor shifted entirely as he approached Wyatt. “Yes, I missed you a lot,” Wyatt replied, dropping his football and launching into an endless stream of chatter with Walter. Leaving the two of them to catch up, I entered the packhouse. In Reuben’s absence, I had taken charge of managing the pack and handling other matters, including my ongoing research into the mysterious attacks. The simultaneous destruction of three more packs surrounding Wade Moon

was deeply troubling. There were no leads on the person responsible for these attacks, and I diligently studied each report that was released detailing the findings of the attack in search of clues. As I contemplated all of this, Lori’s voice reached my ears just as I was about to head upstairs. Pausing, I turned toward the dining room where Lori and Bix were seated. Bix sat at the dining table while Lori stood on a chair beside him. “Uncle Bix, you should try this cheese pudding,” she said, offering him a spoonful with her tiny hand. I blinked, realizing she had been playing a game of house with Bix, who had clearly been coerced into playing along. Bix frowned at the ‘pudding’ in front of him, he despised cheese. “No, I’m full,” he replied in a casual tone. “Why? You’ve only eaten a little of the food I made for you!” she pouted, adopting the role of a housewife in their game. I took another step into the dining room to inspect the table. There were four empty plates in front of Bix, despite his being a light eater, indicating that he was expected to finish all of the food, “I told you I’m full,” Bix replied dryly. “Uncle Bix, do you hate me?” she asked. Bix froze in surprise, much like myself, momentarily speechless. “Why would you think that?” he asked her. “Because I look like mommy,” she blinked up at him through her long lashes, As she spoke, my gaze shifted immediately to Bix’s frowning face. “Where did you learn such big words? You’re you, and your mommy is your mommy. Kids don’t need to know about adult affairs. 11:45 .Fri, 8 Mar RG. Chapter 63! Just to be clear, I don’t hate anyone, especially not you,” he explained to her. 78% +5

She nodded and suddenly climbed up onto the dining table with her short little legs so that she could stand in front of Bix. “Then why do you always frown and look angry?” she inquired, bending down slightly to touch the frown lines between his eyebrows with her tiny finger. Bix was completely taken aback, and I couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Bix glanced back at me, frowned, then stood up from his chair. “What’s so funny?” he growled at me lowly as he walked past, though I noticed his reddening ears. “She’s just like Willow,” he muttered under his breath in annoyance, lighting a cigarette. I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me. “The child isn’t wrong,” I said, raising my hand to take the cigarette from his lips. “Try to control your emotions. You’ll look more handsome,” I added, placing the cigarette in my own mouth before turning and leaving. Willow I was momentarily terrified to find myself laid out and completely exposed. “What the…” Shocked and mortified, I squirmed in an attempt to break free from the restraints around my wrists, but my efforts were in vain. “You’re awake,” Reuben’s voice reverberated in the room. I froze on the bed, my heart pounding, only to see him leaning against the wall across from me, casually smoking as he watched my every move. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Reuben?!” I shouted furiously. “Didn’t I warn you about the consequences of trying to escape from me?” His voice was deliberate, but I couldn’t discern his expression as he extinguished the cigarette in the nearby ashtray. The memory of his warning flashed through my mind. ‘If you dare to run away from me, I wouldn’t mind having you tied to my bed, naked and moaning for the rest of your life.’ A chill ran down my spine as I recalled his chilling vow, now fulfilled. “Let me go!” I pleaded, writhing against my restraints and shouting. Only I understood the depths of his madness. He truly was capable of keeping me imprisoned naked on his bed for the rest of my days. I refused to accept such a fate. “LET ME GO, REUBEN!!” I continued to scream, but he remained unfazed, ignoring my pleas. My throat burned from the exertion, but I refused to give up hope. However, my cries abruptly ceased when he detached

himself from the wall and began to approach the bed with a silent determination. I remained silent, my breaths shallow and rapid as I watched him climb onto the bed, causing my heart to race even faster. His eyes were devoid of emotion, cold and impassive. “You… don’t come any closer to me,” I instinctively recoiled at the sight of his predatory advance, as he began to unbutton his shirt. His cold hand pressed against my inner thigh, he climbed over my body, his arousal evident through the outline of his pants. “Get away! Get away!” I screamed, sensing his intentions. “DON’T SHOUT!” he bellowed, seizing my hair and yanking me closer to his face. I stared into his eyes but remained silent as his arousal pressed dangerously against my core. “AFTER THIS < 78% Chapter 63 +5 LATEST ESCAPE ATTEMPT, YOU’VE FORFEITED YOUR RIGHT TO YELL OR COMMAND ME!” he growled, his breath ragged like a bull’s and his dark wolf’s eyes boring into mine. “HOW DARE YOU RUN AWAY WITH MY CHILDREN?! YOU ALREADY STOLE THEM FROM ME ONCE, AND NOW YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN…” “That’s not stealing! I took my children with me to save their future and lives. Or do you expect me to leave them in the shadow of your soon-to-be wife and let their future be ruined by a stepmother?!” I snapped with equal rage. “Didn’t I tell you that you will only ever be the mother of my children? I’m never marrying Ella or anyone else for that matter, so how the hell will there be a stepmother for our children?” he questioned, his other hand caressing my cheek. “What you heard about Ella and my being married on the full moon was a lie. I never agreed to that bullsh it. I’m not marrying her. There has only ever been you in my life, and there will only ever be you.” Ceri made a noise in my mind, I was unable to tear my eyes away from him. Once again, I felt as if he was sincere. My heart urged me to believe him, to believe in the love in his eyes and in what he had just said. Yet all the revelations Ella had told me crossed my mind, tearing at my heart. I

couldn’t help but let out a low cold laugh, though my heart was bleeding with all the emotional pain I’d been bearing. “Stop lying to me, Reuben. I know everything now. I’m not falling for your lies anymore,” my voice was low, and my eyes were full of hatred. “You’ve betrayed me again. You’ve played with me, and I believed you even knowing that I was going to end up in this pathetic condition. But enoughs, enough. I would rather die than trust you again. I would rather die than hold your hand again. I would rather die than love you again,” I vowed. I held back my tears, refusing to let them show in my eyes. His hand, clenching my hair, shaking violently staring into my emotionless yet hurt and hateful gaze. “You say all of that so easily, as if they hold no value for you anymore, don’t you? Our trust and love. You always leave me without caring about what happens to me when you run away. You don’t care how I survive, how much I suffer, or how I feel without you, do you? It turns out I’m the only one holding onto the thread of our mate bond,” he murmured, looking up with a blank expression and a sharp aura, as if he had been restraining his baser instinct, the part of him that wanted to take me by force. The room fell into a deafening silence. I struggled against our mate bond, denying the pain and suffering that he was feeling in his heart. I refused to acknowledge them, fearing that I would break down. I couldn’t afford to break down at this point. If he was under the misconstrued idea that he was the only one holding onto the thread of our relationship, then so be it. It was better if he didn’t know that I was always holding onto it from the shadows too. Once he looked at me, I averted my gaze as tears threatened to well up in my eyes. He studied my face in silence for a long time, then took a deep breath that sent alarm bells ringing in my mind. “Since I’m the one holding onto it, then what I do with it is all correct and I have the right to do all of this,” he mumbled. My eyes snapped back to him in shock. “What do you mean? Who are you to strip me of my rights?” I demanded, my voice low but my gaze piercing into his. “Who are you to kidnap me?! Who are you to-” “LAM. YOUR, F UCKING, MATE,” he growled, each word punctuated with force before he pulled me into a kiss.

O 78% Chapter 63 I struggled attempting to turn my head away, but he was too powerful. His kiss was deep and prolonged, leaving me breathless and gasping for air when he finally released me. O “I am your f ucking mate,” he reiterated, his thumb roughly tracing my lips. “And now, I will show you what I’m capable of beyond kidnapping or stripping you.” With that, he pushed me back onto the bed and began to hands. untie m +5 Once my hands were freed, he withdrew from between my thighs. As I sat up on the bed, he seized my hand and pulled me off the bed. “What are you doing?” I panicked as he began to drag me somewhere, my nakedness adding to my distress. He offered no response, intensifying my panic. Let go of me!” I screamed, desperately trying to wrench my wrist from his strong grip. “Let go!” Suddenly, he halted and released my hand, only to hoist me up and sling me over his shoulder with a fierce glare. “What the hell are you doing?!” I pounded on his back, my heart pounding even harder when I heard the bathroom door creak open. “Put me down. Put me down, Reuben!” I paused as my body suddenly lurched in the air, then I was hurled into the large bathtub. My eyes squeezed shut as I plunged beneath the water for a few agonizing seconds before resurfacing, gasping for air and wiping my eyes. Standing by the bathtub, he grasped my jaw tightly and whispered, “Get the smell of that disgusting rogue off your body!” *** Auther’s Note: Hello, my dear readers. This will be my final note, as I prefer not to leave notes at the end of every chapter. I thought I had clarify that I have had to split chapters due to coins/ vouchers.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Typically, I write around 4k to 5k words per chapter, but platform requirements have forced me to divide them into two or three chapters, resulting in approximately 1800 words per chapter. Therefore, what was originally planned as 30 or 31 chapters has now expanded to 63 chapters. I understand your impatience when you enjoy something, but I ask for your patience with my book. I prefer to allow my characters to develop naturally, without unnecessary explicit scenes. Those scenes will come when they are needed. That is my writing style. However, I assure you that the misunderstanding will be resolved in the upcoming chapters. Stay with in a journy of Reuben and Willow! Love you all. O 0