Fated to The Wolf Prince

They told me running would save me. That healing lived somewhere far from where the pain started. So I packed what little I had, left behind a ruined love, and drove south until the past stopped chasing me. Blanco, Texas-small town, quiet nights, open skies. I didn't come looking for a second chance. I came to forget I needed one.
But fate doesn't knock. It claws. It claims.
Cole Wolfe wasn't a man made for mercy. He didn't smile. Didn't soften. His silence scraped bone, and his gaze-God, that gaze-made my skin feel like it had secrets of its own. He wasn't just hiding something. He was hiding everything.
And the first time I touched him, the mark bloomed beneath my skin.
They say love heals. But this-this was never just love. This was prophecy inked in flesh. A bond written before I breathed. I was his fated mate-the woman meant to carry his legacy, his name, his kingdom.
But I wasn't ready to belong to anyone. Especially not a prince of shadows. Especially not to a world where wolves wear skin and kingdoms bleed in silence.
The deeper I fell into him, the more I saw of myself-my rage, my fire, my hunger-and the truth I was never supposed to know: I wasn't just chosen. I was born to change everything.
But change comes at a cost. Blood. Betrayal. Abandonment. I gave him my body. He gave me a war. I gave him a child. He gave me a grave to crawl out of alone.
Now I return not as the girl who ran, but as the mother of a prince. As the woman who dared fate to choose her back.
And I will take back everything they tried to steal-my voice, my crown, my place beside the only man who ever truly saw me.
This isn't a love story.
It's a reckoning.