Shattered But Fated To Me

Everyone says that karma is a bi*ch, but I say fate is the real b*tch. Or else why did it play a cruel game of killing the man whom I love the most and then let another man with the same face barge into my life? Yes. This is what happened to me. I didn't even stop crying after the funeral of my boyfriend when I was forced to marry by my cruel father. I protested, but the stakes were high to me. Not to my father, not to this other man, but to me. I could have handled the situation in a better way, but the face of my contractual husband shattered me again. Above all, I am a human, and he is a werewolf. And at the altar, he told me that I am his mate too. Yet he refused to mark me because he needs a powerful mate, not a pathetic human. Cruel game of fate, right?