Three Fated Hearts by LNC

I stand in front of the door of my childhood home, memories rushing back to me. It’s always hard to come here because, growing
up, this house was just not warm. There was love here, not love that included me. My mom loved me as much as any mom could
love their child, but that love tended to be stifled by my dad. He only had eyes for my sisters and often tried to keep my mom
from focusing on me. She did what she could whenever she was able, but there were many times that she had to pretend as if.
She had to pretend as if my pain wasn’t important, as if my feelings didn’t matter, as if I was less than a member of this family.
If I hadn’t had Mark and Lynn, along with their parents, I’m not sure how I would have gotten through. When my mom couldn’t be
a mom to me, I would go to their home. I was like the second daughter to them, their third child. I loved every moment that I
spent in that house and the love that they showed me.
I’m sure many would wonder why I didn’t just move into their home when I graduated high school. If I was such a part of their
family, why didn’t I join them officially? To be honest, I did consider doing just that, but I never followed through. I didn’t want
there to be any more tension in this pack surrounding me. The truth of the matter is that showing interest in me caused tension in
the ranks. Since my dad is the head warrior, he always works closely with the ranked members. My dad would be hateful toward
anyone who showed me any interest, including Beta John and his family. I felt it would be better to break away from the pack so
everyone could live comfortably. My decision hurt Mark and Lynn, but they understood.
I gather my courage and knock on the door, holding my breath. I know my mates said mom should be here alone, but you never
know. I wait impatiently, shifting from foot to foot. I hope mom is here and I don’t have to search the packhouse for her. I finally
hear rustling behind the door and the click of the knob. The door opens slightly, and I can see darkness on the other side. My
mom’s head pops through and gives me a solemn look.
I don’t say anything; I take in her appearance. She has dark circles around her eyes and looks a bit ashen. Her lips look dry, and
her clothing is disheveled. Mom steps back and opens the door wider. I cautiously walk into the house, taking in the dark room.
There are no lights on and no curtains open. I step to the side and allow mom to close the door. She takes a few awkward steps
until she is standing in front of me.
Mom starts to wring her hands and looks around the room, taking care not to catch my eye. I don’t really know where to start or
what to say. I’m hurt by the fact that mom canceled on me, but this wouldn’t be the first time. In the past, when we did things like
this, important bonding things, it was often when my dad was distracted or away. We had to be loving mom and daughter silently
in most cases. I never understood why, but I never asked either. I always took, for a fact, that my mother loved me
unconditionally and left it at that.

“Mom, I-”

“I’m sor-” We both try to talk at the same time and quickly stop. I chuckle uncomfortably, not understanding why this is so
awkward. I walk to the living room and have a seat on the couch. I notice a glass filled with an amber liquid on the coffee table,
but I don’t comment on it. Mom follows me into the room and sits in an armchair.
“Are you okay, mom?”
“I.....uh, yeah. I’m o....okay.” I sigh. I want to say many things, but I can’t find the words.
Mom’s wolf is reaching out to me. They are in pain.
I can tell there is something off, but what can I do if she doesn’t want to talk to me? Andricia just huffs and lays on her stomach in
my mind. At least mom’s wolf is reaching out, but I don’t know if mom will do the same.
“What happened mom? Why did you cancel? Last night, you were excited to do this with me. What changed?” Mom takes a
deep breath, but a sob escapes her lips instead of words. She places her hand to her mouth, but it’s too late.
“I....I was set to go with you this morning. My baby, becoming Luna. My baby needed me and I couldn’t be happier. Your....your
father.....” Daddy? What could he have done or said? “He didn’t want me to go. He accused me of supporting you more than the
twins. He.....I told him that you needed me and this was important. I siad that I’m your mother and I needed to support you. He
blew up....” Mom gets up and starts to pace the room. I watch her silently, wondering what more there is. I caught mom rubbing
her hand again and again.
“What did he do?” Mom stops walking for a second before starting again and picking up her pace. I wait a bit, watching mom get
more and more agitated. “Mom, what did he do?”
“He....your father....you have to understand that he...well.....” I can’t take too much more of this. I know he did something, but
mom won’t say.
“MOM!” She stops and looks at me. There are unshed tears in her eyes. “What did he do?!” Mom expels a huge breath, and a
few tears start to fall.
“He said that is if were to go with you, if I continue to entertain you and this union.....well he said that he I would pay. I told him I
was going and he took a knife to my hand.” My father attacked my mom?! This is crazy. I mean, I know he has issues with me,
but I don’t think he has ever taken it this far before. I sit back on the couch, stunned. I can’t believe that this man would do such a
thing. Mom quickly sits next to me on the couch and takes my hand in hers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do. He has never.

gone that far before and it scared me. I love you with all of my heart and I couldn’t live with myself if someone did something to
you because of me.” I feel tears on my cheeks.
“Why does he hate me so much?” Mom sighs and sits back next to me.
“In the past, I would tell you that he doesn’t hate you, but I’m no so sure. I don’t know what it is; I mean,,, I proved that you were

his.” I sit up at this. I’m sure mom didn’t mean to say anything, but she did. I look at her, and she looks scared, realizing what she
had let slip.
“What do you mean you proved that I was his?” Mom put her head down and shook her head.
“Your father and I...well we aren’t fated mates. We met in highs school and started to date. I fell for him and I was excited to see
where things would go. Your father was my first and I was....well I didn’t know everything I should have. I got pregnant with your
sisters and I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do because what about my fated mate. Your father and I talked about it and
decided to be chosen mates. We marked each other and had your sisters. When your sisters were young, I went back to my
home pack to visit family. I....I met my fated mate there.” I turn to my mom, eyes wide in shock.
“You met your fated mate? What happened? Why aren’t you with him?” My laughs a bit.
“I chose your father. We had a family and I couldn’t ignore that. Besides, my fated mate had a family of his own. We decided to
stay in our present lives and reject each other. While I was there, I felt sick and when I went to the clinic, I found out I was
pregnant. When I came back and told your father, he was angry. He accused me of sleeping with my fated mate and swore the
baby was his. I denied it, telling him that if we had slept together, he would have felt it. I got a DNA test when you were born and
showed him that you were his, but that didn’t change anything. He never paid you much attention, always doting on your sisters.
I honestly think he believes that I had the test results altered. He doesn’t truly believe that you are his child.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you and dad were chosen mates?” Mom shrugs her shoulders.
“I didn’t think it mattered. We chose each other and love each other. There was no reason to tell anyone the truth.” I nod and say
nothing. Mom continues to stroke my hand, and we sit in silence for a while.
“We have to tell the twins. He can’t get away with this.” Mom shakes her head; fear flashes across her face.
“You can’t tell your mates that what your dad did. They will have him locked up. He’s the head warrior, and that would be bad.
This is the worse thing he has done to me, but I don’t want to make it a thing. I know he was wrong, but I love your father.” Dad
has always had a bad temper, and there has always been a lot of yelling in the house. He would get angry and break things, and

yell at people. The most he would do, physically, is slap you or punch a hole in the wall by your head. None of that is okay, but it
happened so rarely that we all just dealt with it. By us all, of course, I mean just my mom and me. He never lost his temper with
my sisters. Dad stabbing mom in the hand is worse than he has ever done before.
I take my mom’s hand in mind and rub it, checking it over. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, it healed a couple of hours ago. You don’t need to worry about my hand.”
“Mom, you can’t stay here. You have to come with me. I know you don’t want me to tell my mates, but I can’t let you stay here.
Please, tell me you will come with me.” My eyes are pleading with my mom. She sighs and nods her head.
“Let me get some things together and we can go.” I watch her walk out of the room. I don’t know how I will explain to Lincoln and
Landon without telling them what happened. I have to figure out how to keep mom safe without blowing things up.
Mom returns to the living room with a bag in her hand. I stand up and hold my hand out to her. Mom takes my hand, and we
head to the front door. Before I can open the door, it opens in front of me, and I step back in shock. Aida stands at the door
looking between mom and me. She notices the bag in mom’s hand and looks up at her. “Where are you going?”