Goddess’s Design His Fated Mate

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Ella

Clad in a sleek black dress, I ventured into an underworld filled with drugs, s*x, and danger, known as the Werewolf Underworld. It served as a refuge for criminal wolves, although some wealthy and powerful Alphas frequented the place. However, no other shifters or humans were allowed entry.

As I scanned the scene before me, I immediately regretted it. Never in my life had I stepped into such a disturbing environment. Wolves were openly engaging in s**ual acts, akin to rabbits in heat. Most of the she–wolves appeared to be experiencing a forced heat, they resembled something close to s*x slaves but appeared to be loving it.

I wasn’t sure where to direct my gaze as the scenes unfolded in nearly every corner. The discomfort and embarrassment weighed heavily on me, especially since I wasn’t alone but accompanied by a man who had always made me nervous.

“Act natural, unless you want us to attract attention from those wolves,” Walter whispered, a charming smile playing on his lips as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I held my breath, unsure if it was due to embarrassment or his touch. However, he appeared unfazed by the sights around us.

“Are you certain this is the right address?” I questioned, forcing a small smile to mask my nervousness.

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll sell you off here?” He raised an eyebrow.

The smile faded from my lips as I glanced away, focusing on the people ahead. He frowned and inquired, “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Aren’t you going to argue?” my silence bothered

him.

“What’s there to argue?” I smiled sadly. “Perhaps I could win an argument with you, but not with destiny. This place harbors many familiar faces seeking the Opal Moon,” I continued, gesturing subtly.

Following my gaze, Walter spotted a group of intoxicated Alphas mingling with she–wolves. “Whether you sell me or not, I am already in a place that I can’t escape. Once they see me…”

“You talk too much,” Walter interrupted, turning me to face him. He placed a mask that covered half of my face, similar to those worn by the other serving she–wolves around us. I touched it in surprise and then looked up at him, as he secured the mask properly in place.

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“Don’t take it off,” he instructed lightly, glancing at me.

My heart skipped a beat. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He paused abruptly, meeting my gaze for a fleeting moment before averting his eyes. “Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand and leading me inside.

As we made our way through the crowd, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Did he truly avoid my question? And if so, why?

We soon entered the VIP area, where our true mission was set to begin. My gaze shifted to the stairs leading upward, but before we could ascend, a tall man blocked our path. “May I help you?”

We both halted. I offered a smile and stepped forward. “I’ve booked a VIP room,” I stated.

“May I see your card?” he requested.

I handed over my card, bearing my identity as an Alpha and my pack name. These individuals had keen eyes for

such details. In reality it had been Walter that had booked the room with his connections but he could not enter

this place without a woman. That’s why he brought me along with him. After confirming its authenticity, he

returned the card to me.

“Now, can we proceed?” I inquired, glancing at the man who seemed to indicate that we were cleared to go. As Walter and I began to move forward, the man suddenly blocked Walter’s path.

“Who are you?” he asked, suspiciously eyeing Walter.

My heart clenched with nervousness. Walter couldn’t show a card like I had when he was not a werewolf. He simply stared back at the man, seemingly unconcerned about his suspicion. Yet, if he were caught, he would have to confront the entire underground scene, which was no easy feat–that was another reason why he had brought me along with him.

“He’s with me,” I interjected, inserting myself between them, causing the man to step back. Walter glanced at me as I pressed my back against his chest, masking him with my scent to conceal his human presence before he could be detected.

“He still needs to show ID,” the man insisted.

My heart raced as his companions began to converge around us, their suspicion palpable. With my heightened

wolf hearing, I could detect the subtle movement of Walter’s hand slipping into his jacket. I clenched my fists, realizing I needed to act quickly before it was too late.

“He’s

slave!” I boldly declared, causing the men around us to fall instantly silent as Walter’s eyes snapped my

towards me.

“So he’s your gigolo?” they inquired, their gaze burning into Walter’s skin. Yet he remained silent, as I had instructed him to before we entered.

“Yes, I found him on the street to use just for tonight,” I asserted casually, ignoring the heat in Walter’s eyes. I knew my words were nonsensical–no gigolo would be dressed in such high–end attire and accessories. “Now, get out of my way!” I arrogantly pushed past the man, grabbed Walter’s hand, and ascended the stairs, successfully avoiding their suspicion while maintaining my spoiled princess demeanor.

Once we were in the lobby, I swiftly released Walter’s hand, only to find myself pinned against the nearby wall by him. “I’m your slave? A gigolo you picked up off the street?” he questioned, his brows furrowed in clear offense at the labels.

Unable to suppress a nervous smile, I replied, “It was a necessity of the situation. Nothing personal.” I attempted to push him back, resting my hand on his chest, but he pressed his entire body against mine so gently that I found myself frozen under his captivating gaze.

“Once spoken, it cannot be taken back,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“What do you mean?” I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound faster with our proximity.

He bit his lower lip and murmured, “Thank you for saving me, master.”

My eyes widened and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Ma… master? Why did it sound so erotic and dirty coming from his mouth? A smirk played on his lips as he observed my reaction, adding to my embarrassment.

Without another word, I pushed him away and walked off, refusing to look back.

“We have to go in here,” he called after me. I paused, gritting my teeth in embarrassment, then spun around quickly heading in the opposite direction.

Soon, we stopped in front of room 101. “The person Reuben wants is inside,” Walter said in a low tone.

How was this possible?

Reuben

“Sorry, I am breaking my promise. I love you…”

“Willow!” I shouted her name, my eyes snapping open. The ceiling of my bedroom came into view, my entire body was drenched in sweat. I… I heard her words, her cries, her heartbreak, and… her goodbye.

“Reuben!” Oran’s panicked voice reached me from a chair next to bed on the side where I had been lying. “You’re finally awake!”

I sat up in bed in a flash. “Where’s Willow?” I murmured, scanning the room frantically.

Oran’s face paled at my words, “Reuben…”

I threw off the blanket and climbed out of bed, ignoring the bandages covering my chest. “Willow!”

“Reuben, you shouldn’t get out of bed right away!” Oran exclaimed, trying to grab my arm, but I pushed him

away.

“Willow!” I called out, searching every corner of the bedroom while Oran trailed behind me, attempting to stop

1. me.

“Reuben, please, stop!” he pleaded.

“WILLOW!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, desperately when I couldn’t find her scent anywhere.

“REUBEN!” Oran blocked my path with a shout. “WILLOW ISN’T HERE!”

“She’s not here?” My mind went blank. “Where is she?” I angrily grabbed his collar. “Where the hell is she?!” I yelled.

A profound sadness overtook Oran’s eyes. “Willow is gone,” he whispered.

“Gone?” My heart nearly stopped beating, still grappling with the echo of her goodbye in my mind, hoping it was

all a terrible dream. “Where did she go?” My breath grew labored as my wolf lost control. “WHERE THE HELL DID SHE GO, LEAVING ME AGAIN?!” I roared.

Oran looked at me helplessly, his face filled with sadness, guilt, and regret. “When we arrived at the Wade Moon Pack, everything was engulfed in flames. We found you, other than that Alpha Benjamin was half burnt but Willow was gone. Dark took her away with him,” he revealed.

My grip on his collar tightened in shock. “He took her? That’s impossible…” I violently shook my head. “Willow can’t leave me. I will go and find her…” I declared, striding past Oran.

“You can’t find her, Reuben,” Oran intervened once again.

“What the hell are you saying!” I growled, my breath heavy and furious. “I will bring her back!” With that I stormed out of my bedroom, only to halt when Oran spoke again. “You cannot find her because it has already been three days.“–

My entire body froze in shock. Three days? Oran stepped in front of me and continued, “It took you three days to wake up, Reuben,” his voice filled with sadness as he looked into my anguished eyes.

I collapsed to my knees, my entire world crumbling before my eyes. My soulmate, my Willow, had been gone for three days? While I had been sleeping?

“I love you…” Her last confession reverberated in my mind, each word piercing my heart and bringing tears to my eyes. She had gone with Dark to save me. She sacrificed herself for me.

She entrusted our children to me.

She saved me and destroyed herself in the process…

“WILLOW!!!” I screamed with all the agony of my wolf, my heart shattering into a million pieces.

A single tear traced down my cheek, but I felt numb. Her cries, her shattered heart, her pain–all of it merged with mine, crushing my soul under the weight of our shared sorrow.

“Reuben,” Oran’s hand rested on my shoulder as he knelt before me. “Stay strong for your children, who you could lose too,” his voice was soft, filled with concern.

My face drained of all color, “What happened to my children?” I demanded, my heart pounding with fear. Oran could only offer a helpless stare in response.

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tinged with panic.

“Reuben,” Bix, who was checking on them, called out.

“What’s wrong with them? Why are they sleeping at this time?” I questioned.

Bix’s eyes brimmed with sadness. “They have been in a coma for three days and nights,” he revealed.

“What?” My mouth fell open in shock. “How is that even…”

“It appears to be the work of Dark,” Bix interrupted, his voice heavy with concern. “Neither doctors nor my powers have any effect on the children. The day that they briefly woke up–it wasn’t a miracle, it was a deception. Dark has done something to them, I suspect Mia played a part in bringing them to this state before that bitch died in the fire at Wade Moon,” he explained, his tone grave.

My eyes turned red in anger, “that f**ker, he not only stole my Willow but hurt

“Yes, he left nothing untouched or behind,” Oran entered the room.

I closed my eyes, clenching my fists, “Is that old wolf still alive?”

my

children.”

Oran and Bix exchanged a look, “Alpha Benjamin sustained burns to half of his body, he is being treated in the pack’s hospital,” Oran replied.

“Drag that mutt in here,” I opened my emotionless eyes. “He is the key to all of this shit. I will make even a dead

body speak.”

They nodded. I took both of my children’s little hands and kissed them. I recalled Willow’s request ‘tell them mommy is gone but she loves them‘

I caressed both of their heads and promised, “Mommy will return soon to us.”

Oran and Bix stood to the side, silently watching me until Oran noticed, “Reuben, what’s in your hand?”

“Yes, something is shining!” He and Bix both dashed over to me as I opened my fist to find a small packet.

“It’s two small golden pills and a note?” Bix curiously took it from my hand.

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Oran read the note, ‘The pills have to be given to the children at midnight. The next and last dose will be sent

soon.’

Bix exclaimed, “Someone has sent the cure for the children’s coma!” Both of their hopeful eyes focused on me. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

However my eyes were stuck on the handwriting. My heart pondered in my chest, “It was Willow,” I whispered.

Oran exclaimed, “Willow? Does that mean she obtained a cure for the twin’s coma from Dark? Why would Dark give it to her so easily?” They both looked at me in confusion while my eyes were hyper focused on the single tear stain on the paper that was all that remind of her promise, ‘Even if you can’t see me, I will always be there with you.’

I tightly closed my eyes, clutching the note to my chest. Now what did she sacrifice for our babies and me?