Prisoner of Fate: Twisted Fate Trilogy, #3
By Tami Lund
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Lily never knew she had a thing for bad boys.
She's a shifter, a virgin, the last of her kind, and she's been hiding out on a desert island for her entire life. Now that she's joined the real world she resents her responsibilities to her species: To choose the right mate and get to work repopulating the world with Light Ones who will protect all of humanity.
Which is the very last thing Lily wants to do.
And then she meets Matteo, a Rakshasa—those shifters who like to eat humans as snacks. Her sworn enemy.
He's been a prisoner of the Fates for a thousand years, and she has no business befriending him. Or worse, giving him her most precious commodity: her innocence.
It's the shocking conclusion to the Twisted Fate Trilogy!
Twisted Fate Trilogy, in reading order:
Of Love & Darkness
Prim and Proper Fate
Prisoner of Fate
Tami Lund
Romcom. Shifters. Vampires. Demigods. Dragons. Witches. Suspense. I write it all. With wine.
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Prisoner of Fate - Tami Lund
Chapter
One
Mate with me, Lily.
Lily’s eyes flew open and she bolted into a seated position in the bed, clutching the sheet to her breast, her heart hammering in her chest.
What a nightmare. She swore she recognized that voice, yet the idea of taking a mate...
Shudder.
Is that a yes?
A hand stroked down her bare arm.
She let out a yelp and pulled on her Chala magic to bathe her bedroom in light. Blinking rapidly, she waited impatiently for her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. When she was finally able to focus, she saw a man kneeling next to her bed. Correction: a shifter. A Light One.
Ricky,
she snapped, you scared the heck out of me. I thought I was having a nightmare.
He was one of the good guys. One of the hundreds who had come together to form a pack when they discovered her friend Sydney was a Chala. But Sydney was mated to the cursed Rakshasa, Gavin Rowan, and was in fact carrying his child in her womb.
Which left Lily as the last remaining unmated Chala in the entire world. And like the song claimed, everybody wanted her.
It’s no nightmare,
he crooned. I’m your dream come true.
She placed her hand on his face and gave him a shove, using her Chala magic to add a bit of oomph to the action, so that he went sprawling on the rug on his backside. He sat there, propped up by his palms pressed to the floor, looking up at her like a puppy waiting for his master’s next command.
Ricky, what are you doing in my bedroom in the middle of the night?
Now that she realized she hadn’t had a nightmare after all, she wasn’t remotely afraid, but she was fully annoyed.
Ricky scrambled onto his knees and placed his hands on the mattress, reinforcing her puppy analogy. Light Ones are programmed to seek out Chala,
he said, and Lily groaned because she knew what he was going to say next. It’s a great honor to have a Chala choose you to be her mate.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Based on the look he gave her, she wondered if she’d said those words out loud, instead of in her head. Or perhaps he caught her exaggerated eye roll.
It’s your destiny, Lily. You have to pick one of us. You have to birth babies. Give us more Chala. Save our species.
It’s your destiny, Lily. She’d heard that phrase so many times in the last four months, she was surprised she hadn’t developed a superhero complex.
So let’s mate,
Ricky suggested, as if he were asking if she wanted a piece of pie.
Pie actually sounded good right about now, but mating?
Nope.
She supposed she should give him points for bluntness. No, wait, all the other Light Ones who were wooing her were blunt, too. You think that’s going to work? The other guys have been trying everything from flowers to diamonds to new cars. Did you know Mike bought me an Audi last week, even though I can barely drive? And you decide invading my personal space in the middle of the night is the answer?
Ricky shrugged. All that other stuff isn’t working, and I don’t have a lot of money anyway. People are vulnerable when they’re sleeping. Their defenses are down. I thought maybe you’d be more reasonable if you were half-asleep.
With his shaggy, light-brown hair, thick, yet manicured beard, and solid muscles, Ricky was as attractive as the next Light One. Despite his unorthodox way of expressing his interest, she knew he would adore her to the end of her days, which would never come, so long as they kept the Rakshasa at bay, whether she mated with him or not.
I can’t, Ricky. I’m sorry.
He sat back on his haunches, his shoulders slumping. Why not? Why won’t you take anyone to mate? You’ve been with our pack for four months, driving us all crazy, not giving us an inkling of what you want, who you’ll choose. We know it’ll be one of us. Why are you dragging this out?
Lily crossed her arms and lifted her chin. She would not be bullied into this decision, even if it was her destiny to save her species. Of course I’m dragging it out. I lived on an island with no contact with the outside world for almost two hundred years. Practically since birth. Seven months ago was the first time I’ve had any experience whatsoever with the fun that comes along with living here, in this place where there is something interesting to be done around every corner. And you can’t figure out why I’m dragging out the decision to be barefoot and pregnant for the rest of my existence?
That was the crux of it, and she was surprised she’d admitted as much out loud. No doubt the entire pack would know her true reasons for not committing by the end of the day, if not by dawn.
It’s true,
she said, figuring she now had nothing to lose. That’s my problem. I realize I am almost two hundred years old, but really, I’m more like a twenty-one-year-old who’s just finished college and feels as though she has her entire life ahead of her, waiting to be lived. I’ve been on that desert island for my entire life, Ricky. There were three brownies and Prim to keep me company—
Brownies? You mean those tiny people you and Prim brought with you when you joined our pack? The ones who are always cleaning or cooking?
Ricky interrupted. They sure are cool. I didn’t even know they were a thing.
Yes, well, anyway, on the rare occasion when Prim had visitors, I was forced to hide away, so no one would know I even existed. I swam in the ocean, I played with Prim’s makeup, and I read her romance novels, over and over and over again. That was my entire existence, until Gaya took me to New Orleans in February.
Her first experience with the mainland involved spending the night in a second-story apartment overlooking Bourbon Street the weekend before Fat Tuesday. Despite the fact that an uncursed Gavin attacked them in the middle of the night and very nearly killed Brandon Haines, who was mated to her Fate, Prim, and who was like a father to Lily, the experience had been second to none. One all-night party and she was supposed to become a baby-making factory?
Not if she could help it.
It’s too dangerous for you not to take a mate,
Ricky said. The Rakshasa could show up and kill you at any moment.
Which they could do after I’m mated, too,
Lily countered. If being mated was the solution to our Rakshasa problem, we wouldn’t have a problem. As I understand it, back before we practically became extinct, most Chala wanted to be mated. My ancestors were perfectly content hooking up with the first able-bodied Light One and getting to work popping out pups. Except the Rakshasa managed to keep on killing them, despite their mated status.
Yes, but you’re protected here. Gavin’s our leader now, and he used to be one of them. He’s the baddest-ass shifter I’ve ever met. And he’s turned us all into a well-honed fighting machine. We can fend them off now. The rest of them will keep the Rakshasa away while you and I get busy making those babies. We need more Chala in the world, Lily. You don’t have a choice. You need to choose one of us and start us on the path toward saving our species. And the humans.
Save our species, Lily. Save the humans, Lily.
But how?
By laying on your back and letting some guy ram it into you until you get pregnant.
Gee, that sounds delightful.
Of course, she didn’t really think that was how it was done, especially given her experience was strictly from the pages of Prim’s steamy romance novels. The Fates knew that wasn’t how it happened in books.
I haven’t even properly kissed a guy,
she blurted, her filter once again letting her down. Ricky eyed her like he was willing to be her first, and she stared back, wondering if she should just do it. Get it over with.
Not the mating,
she murmured, chasing her own thoughts. But the sex.
Huh?
They don’t have to be intertwined, do they?
Sex and mating?
Ricky shook his head, but she suspected that was more confusion than acknowledging her question. Are you saying you want to sleep with me?
Not necessarily you, no. I mean, if we have sex, you’ll assume I’ve chosen you to mate with, when, really, I just want to lose my virginity. I’m not ready to take a mate.
She glanced at the window, at the darkness beyond.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.
Chapter
Two
"What’s wrong, Lily? You seem more annoyed than usual."
Lily wasn’t offended by the comment. Sydney had become her dearest and bestest friend outside of Prim, who was really more of a mother than a best friend, and Sydney knew how unhappy Lily was with the prospect of mating to one of the Light Ones and never truly experiencing life.
They wandered along the beach in front of the massive old farmhouse they shared with the rest of the pack. Hilde, the Fate who owned the home and property, had been thrilled to have the pack join her. She hadn’t enjoyed living a solitary life, but when one was trying to live out an eternal existence in the human world, it was a good idea to not make it so obvious that one would never age beyond their current appearance.
The lake was busy with humans taking advantage of the warmer than usual September weather. They all knew that soon it would be too cold to be out on the water. Winters in this area, so Lily had been informed, could be brutal. She wasn’t particularly concerned. Shifters, even Chala, had a higher average body temperature than humans. And besides, if everyone in this pack had their way, she’d be sharing her bed with someone else before the first snowfall.
She shuddered.
Cold?
Sydney asked.
Lily shook her head. No. Just thinking. Dreading the inevitable, as usual.
Sydney touched her shirtsleeve. I know the idea of getting stuck with one of these guys for the rest of your life bothers you, but if it’s the actual act of mating with him that does, let me assure you, there is nothing to dread about that aspect. Nothing at all.
She placed her hands on her belly and her lips lifted in a dreamy smile.
She wasn’t supposed to be pregnant. Prim had explicitly told her and Gavin that they should never, ever procreate. Gavin was a Rakshasa, albeit a cursed one, and Sydney was a Chala. Rakshasa were evil shapeshifters. They liked to snack on human bones and generally had no conscience to speak of, unlike the Light Ones, who made it their life mission to protect humans from their malevolent doppelgangers.
The two species did not coexist. At least they hadn’t, until Gavin saved Sydney from a Rakshasa attack and then declared her his mate. The curse Prim put on him two hundred years ago allowed him to feel all of his malicious Rakshasa urges, but also made him believe he was a Light One. In his mind, he saw no issue with mating with a Chala. At the time, they had believed she was the last Chala left in the world, too.
And then, in a moment blinded by lust and desperation, they forgot to protect themselves, and now Sydney was pregnant. With a Rakshasa growing in her belly.
How are you feeling?
Lily asked, partially to deflect and also because she was truly concerned for her friend’s health—and life. So far, Sydney’s pregnancy had been uneventful, but no one had a clue whether that would continue, or even what she would birth. While Prim had warned them not to get pregnant, she admitted she had no idea what would happen when Rakshasa and Chala genes mixed. This was unchartered territory for all of them.
Sydney patted her burgeoning belly. Fine, although the bigger I get, the more nervous Gavin gets about continuing to have sex.
If this were a normal pregnancy, there would be no reason you couldn’t, all the way up until you go into labor.
Lily knew a whole lot of book-based facts. There had been ample time for learning while she’d lounged on her desert island for the past two hundred years.
Except it isn’t. But man, other than the first trimester, I have been hornier than ever before in my life.
Her blond ponytail swung back and forth as she shook her head in apparent bemusement.
Well, that’s good to hear, I suppose.
For you, because you’ll end up mating to a Light One. And since that’s the way it’s supposed to be, no one will be concerned that you’re hurting your baby by scratching an almost perpetual itch.
The annoyance in Sydney’s voice was as clear as the sun beating down on them.
Lily winced. Sorry. I’m being selfish, thinking about my own situation, when I know you are probably scared to death of what is going to happen in the next couple months.
Sydney patted her sleeve again. It’s okay. I’m not, actually. I mean, there’s literally nothing we can do until this little peanut decides to make his or her appearance in the world. No point in stressing until we know what we’re dealing with.
Is Gavin really afraid the baby will come out cursed?
The curse, according to Gavin, would drive most people mad. In fact, it had, the first time Prim had put it on a Rakshasa. It was far, far too powerful a curse for a child to handle.
Not anymore. Prim has convinced him that the curse will not have passed from his system to mine to the baby’s. So now he’s worried it will be a Rakshasa, and how do we raise a child that is programmed to kill its mother?
How indeed?
When Lily stepped into the kitchen later that day, Sydney’s Fate, William, stood at the counter, doing some sort of food preparation, which tended to encompass a large portion of his waking hours. Feeding several hundred hungry Light Ones was a full time job in and of itself.
In his white with navy-blue polka dots halter dress, navy-blue high-heeled sandals, and his favorite curly blond wig, he was a football linebacker dressed as a fifties housewife, a fairly standard look for William.
Lily, my luscious white flower,
he greeted, mocking one of the Light Ones who liked to compose poems and recite them at the most inopportune moments in an attempt to win Lily’s heart. You look positively miserable.
Lily groaned and threw herself onto a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I really need to work on my acting skills.
Leaning her elbows on the countertop, she propped her chin in her hands.
William placed a wineglass in front of her and then pulled a pitcher out of the fridge. Berries and cut fruit floated in the red liquid.
What’s that?
she asked.
Sangria.
He half-filled her wineglass. I just made it. Tell me how it tastes.
She took a sip. Tart and sweet and perfect. Divine,
she assured him.
He filled another glass before returning the pitcher to the refrigerator and then resumed chopping vegetables at the counter. So are your woos different today, or are they the same ones you’ve had since we discovered your existence?
Same old, same old,
Lily admitted. Although I’m not sure how things will change now that I had true confessions with Ricky in the middle of the night last night.
William glanced over his shoulder and arched one painted-on eyebrow. You spent the night with Ricky last night?
She appreciated that his tone was not remotely hopeful. In fact, it bordered on disbelief, with a touch of disapproval.
No, not at all. It wasn’t anything like what you’re thinking.
That makes me deliriously happy. While I will support your decision with whomever you choose to share your existence with, I cannot lie and say I believe he is the best option, of all the choices you have in this pack.
Lily cocked her head to the side. Who do you think would be the best choice?
She trusted William’s opinion explicitly. In this situation, even more than Prim’s. No one was good enough for Lily in Prim’s eyes. William wanted her to be both happy and to repopulate the world with Chala and Light Ones.
He turned around and waggled his finger at her. Uh-uh. That’s for me to divulge only if he is the one you ultimately choose. Otherwise, I take that information to my grave.
You’re immortal. In fact, you literally cannot die. While shifters are immortal unless someone kills us, you can’t even be killed. If you are, you just go off to some secret place and regenerate and come back as hale and whole as you were before.
Exactly.
William grinned. Although the place isn’t secret. It’s the First’s villa, which is in this incredibly boring bit of desert in a remote area of New Mexico.
I admit, I’m surprised the leader of the Fates lives in the desert. I would have expected her to live in the middle of LA or New York or someplace far more glamorous.
William shook his head. She would bring too much attention to herself, even in a place like LA. And while our duty is to protect you so you can protect the humans and ensure their species continues to thrive, she doesn’t enjoy actually mingling with them.
His gaze darted from side to side, as if he were reassuring himself they were alone, and then he said, Do you want to know something truly outrageous about the First?
Yes. Distract me from my own life. Although your boss is pretty crazy, so I cannot imagine anything you say will surprise me.
He leaned forward and whispered, She has a pet.
Lily blinked in bemusement. Well that’s disappointing.
He’s a Rakshasa.
"What?"
William nodded and primly sipped his drink. The First parades him around whenever one of her Fates goes to visit. Truthfully, it’s really quite sad, knowing the man has had to live like that for the last thousand years.
"Wait a minute. I was envisioning a dog. But you’re saying she has a Rakshasa, in human form, as a pet?"
Yes. She managed to capture him over a thousand years ago. Shortly before I became a Fate. And instead of killing or cursing him, she secured him with a collar infused with ancient magic, so he cannot shift or use his brute strength to break free. She keeps him chained in the main room of her villa.
That’s horrible.
That’s the First for you.
William shrugged and then turned around and resumed his task of preparing dinner. So, tell me about your nocturnal visitor. Or rather, the reason for the visit. No, don’t do that. I already know. Tell me what confession you felt necessary to share with one of the most gossipy shifters in this pack.
With a gusty sigh, Lily admitted, I told him I wanted to experience life before I settled down to become a baby-making factory.
Probably not a good idea to admit she told Ricky she wanted to lose her virginity, too.
That doesn’t sound like such a terrible confession. In fact, I am reasonably certain we all already knew this.
Well, if you do, everyone keeps ignoring it. And you know what’s worse? To the lot of them, it isn’t even about mating with me. It’s about getting to claim the very last available Chala in the world. I’m a prize. I’m not even a privilege.
She lifted her glass and drank deeply of the crimson liquid. When she opened her eyes, William had turned fully around again and watched her with a thoughtful look on his face.
I wish I had a solution for this problem. All I can say, unfortunately, is I do believe that if you choose wisely, he will eventually come to love you for you, not just for the prize he’s won.
Thank you, William. If you want the truth, I’ve mostly come to terms with that. I mean, even though I’m pretty sure Prim never really intended for me to leave the island and take up my Chala duties, she still taught me about our species, about my responsibilities to the world. Plus, Sydney said when she and Gavin met, he only wanted her because she’s a Chala, and now he’s so in love with her he’d die for her.
But?
William lifted his wineglass and peered at her over the rim while he sipped.
"I just want to have fun before it