The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533: The Gamma Who Changed Fate’s Mind

Fate doesn’t bend. That’s the rule. Or at least it was the rule, up until Gavriel Sterling.

The ancestors had said he would change fate months ago, but at the time, Rook did not understand what they meant. But when Gavriel woke from his coma two days ago and saw Serena, Rook finally understood.

There are matebonds that are given. There are matebonds that are chosen. But in one single case, a matebond had been earned.

Three lifetimes. Three versions of himself. Three chances to love someone else, someone easier, someone who wasn’t already claimed. He chose her. Every. Single. Time. In his first two lifetimes, he chose to step back and suffer in silence to protect her. In this lifetime, he had made that choice again after giving her the truth.

The matebond Gavriel Sterling had been feeling with Serena was not from the mark on his shoulder. A female mark does not create a matebond, only a male mark can do that. What he was feeling had been fate, not biology.

A Gamma who loved a woman so deeply, through multiple lifetimes, that fate blessed it even if she was already claimed by two. A love so deep that it overpowered his fated tie in his first life, his second, and in this one.

The Moon Goddess and fate had honored his human. Serena had chosen his human.

And at the current moment, her venom was surging through his body like a storm.

Gavriel’s eyes were wolf-gold, Rook at the surface.

The taste was a drug, and he was addicted before his third swallow, each pull flooding him with warmth and gold and the maddening sweetness of the woman his wolf had wanted since the first time her scent hit him in a corridor and rewired his entire goddamn existence.

He sucked greedily at the gash, drawing her blood like an anchor holding him to consciousness. Without letting go of her hand, he moved.

It took less than a second. One blur of savage motion, his free hand hooking the waistband of her already-unzipped suit and shoving it down her hips along with her thong in a single, ruthless yank. His own suit came off next, also already unzipped, stripped with the efficiency of a wolf who considered clothing a personal insult.

His cock throbbed, thick and aching, and he thrust into her in one brutal stroke.

He felt every inch of her tight pussy forced open around him, the hot, silky walls resisting for a fraction of a second before yielding in a wet, perfect slide that took him all the way to the root.

She clenched hard the second he bottomed out, feral, instinctive, her wolf locking him inside her like it never planned to let him leave.

A raw whimper tore from her throat and vibrated straight through the fangs still buried in his shoulder. She didn’t release.

The sensation amplified everything.

Instinct overwrote every civilized thought either of them had ever had.

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