Fated Despite the Moon

  Fated Despite the Moon

  Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Fated Despite the Moon © 2018 Rebekah R. Ganiere

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are fictitious and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-63300-056-8

  Cover art by Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Dedication

  To all those who help to heal the bent and the broken.

  Contents

  Newsletter

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Found Because of the Moon

  Thank You

  About the Author

  Newsletter

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  Chapter One

  As dawn broke over the horizon of the Sunset strip, Makayla tiptoed to the front door of her mother's Beverly Hills mansion, a pair of designer black stilettoes in her hand. Her designated driver duties over, she was happy to be home for a day of crashing with her besties before they restarted the partying.

  "Ouch!" A giggle sounded behind her.

  Makayla turned. "Shhhh…"

  Rachael slammed her hand over Mindy's mouth, and both of them stifled their laughter.

  Makayla couldn't help but laugh too despite the fact there'd be hell to pay if she woke up her mom.

  She pushed her sweat soaked blonde hair out of her face and unlocked the front door. Pushing it open she listened for a moment then padded across the enormous entrance to the security alarm on the wall. Punching in the code she disarmed it, then waved her friends in.

  They closed the heavy door with a bang making Makayla's heart jump. Mindy and Rachael hung onto each other like conjoined twins, trying to hold back more drunken laughter.

  "Come on," she whispered. "Get up to my room before you two fall down, and my mother think you’re burglars and shoots you."

  The trio headed toward the large winding staircase.

  "Makayla." The soft yet firm sound of her name coming from the living room raised goosebumps on her arms.

  She closed her eyes and blew out a harsh breath. Damn. Mindy and Rachel stared at her from the bottom step. "Go on. I'll be there in a minute."

  The two nodded and stumbled up the winding staircase. She prayed they didn’t vomit on her mother’s pristine carpet. If that happened, she’d never hear the end of it.

  Makayla straightened her spine and tried to pull down her too short skirt as much as possible to appease her mother before heading for the living room. As she trudged across the cold granite floor she ran through various excuses as to where she had been, and why she was returning home at five thirty in the morning. Unfortunately, in the last month she'd used them all already.

  She reached the step leading down into the plush cream salon and stopped. Her mother sat in the high wingback chair her father had used only for business or family meetings. A chair that hadn’t been occupied in over six months. Despite the graying hair hanging casually over her shoulders- and being swathed in a peach silk bathrobe- Makayla’s mother’s straight spine and tense posture told Makayla her mother was anything but pleased.

  Makayla swallowed hard at the sight of her older brother Colt standing like a living statue behind their mother. If Colt was home, she was in for a serious tongue-lashing. She donned her best smile and descended into the room where her toes sunk into the thick pile carpeting.

  "Colt. Great to see you. I'm glad you could take–"

  Her mother waved her hand. "Have a seat Makayla."

  Makayla folded her arms over her chest as the rebellious streak that had taken root in her over the past months reared its ugly head. "I'm good here, thanks."

  She needed to keep on her feet in case things got too annoying, and she had to make a quick getaway.

  Her mother and brother stared at her, and she fought the urge to squirm. Even in human form her mother wore the countenance of an Alpha female.

  "Where were you this time?" her mother asked.

  Makayla opened her mouth then shut it again. Why lie? They'd know anyway. They most likely already smelled the tobacco and sweat wrapping every inch of her.

  "I just went dancing with some friends."

  "And drinking?"

  She wished her mom would give her some credit. She wasn't that stupid- or heartless.

  "No, mother. I was the designated driver."

  "How can you do this to us, Makayla? Flaunt yourself in public for everyone to see? As if our reputation hasn't been tarnished enough by your actions. Now you stay out all night clubbing with your friends? What would your father say?"

  "Stay safe?"

  Her mother's expression hardened, and her eyes flashed.

  Wrong answer.

  "I'll have no more of this. You aren't a child, but you do live under my roof and off what I give you. You don't work. You don't study. You don't help out. You dropped out of college–"

  "You know why I did that." Anger whirled inside her like a tornado.

  "Yes." Her mother nodded. "We all grieve the loss of your father. But you no longer have time to be a selfish child. You yourself will be a parent in only five short months. How do you plan on taking care of a child? Provide for it? It's obvious the father will not step up. Not that I would expect him to."

  "Don't say that about Derek. He'll come around, he just–"

  "No." He mother shook her head. "He's had time. Three months’ worth of time. As have you. But what do you do? Go out clubbing all night with friends. Sleep all day. It's enough. I will not have a grandchild of mine raised like this."

  "And what about Colt? Did you give him this same talk when he knocked up Gianna? I don't see him running off to do his duty."

  Colt took a step forward. "I wanted to marry Gia. She is the one who said no."

  Her mother held up her hand. "This isn't about Colt. It's about you. And I am done allowing you to sully your father's good name, and his pack, by acting like the spoiled—" Her mother sucked in a sharp breath. “Your time is up. You have not made any right decisions since finding out you were with child, and I will no longer allow you to continue down this destructive path. It's finished.”

  Her mother rose from her chair and rang the bell on the coffee table. A set of heavy footsteps sounded on the granite floor moving toward the front of the house.

  “What… what's going on?” Makayla tried to keep the fear from her voice.

  “You are being sent away,” her mother replied.


  Mark, her father's right-hand man, walked into the hallway carrying Makayla's two largest suitcases.

  A chill raced up Makayla's spine. "You can't do this."

  "Can't?" her mother asked. "I most certainly can. This is my house, my money, my pack. I make the rules. If you don't like them you are welcome to leave your cellphone, credit cards, and car and walk out."

  Makayla's mind whirled. She was being sent away. All because she was pregnant and had no mate.

  "Where are you sending me?" her voice came out barely a whisper.

  Her mother nodded to Mark, and he walked out the front door.

  "You are going home."

  "This is my home."

  Her mother shook her head. "No. This is where we live. You're going home. To rejoin our pack in Wolf River."

  "You're sending me to backwoods Idaho?" A shrill tenor tinged her voice, and panic raced over her skin.

  "Jeremiah has spoken to the men of the pack. One of his sons has agreed to take you and your child in. To care for you and make you his family."

  "Whoa! Wait a second. Make me his family? You mean… marry me?"

  Her mother's blank stare told Makayla that's exactly what she meant.

  "An arranged marriage?" Makayla cried. "To some back hills country bumpkin?"

  Her mother was across the room in a blur of movement. "You father was from Wolf River. My family is from Wolf River. You would do better to show some respect."

  Anger rippled off her mother and forced Makayla to step back. The commanding presence of an Alpha wasn’t something she could ignore, no matter how much she wished she could.

  “But… marriage? You want me to mate someone I don’t even know. Someone that I’ll be with… forever. You always told me mating was something I was supposed to take very seriously. That mating wasn’t something I could take back. And now you are just selling me off like a prize mare?”

  “We did always tell you that mating was a serious commitment. But you are almost twenty-five, and you have yet to show up at our door with even one male suitable for the only daughter of Alphas. You’ve rejected every male we have introduced you to. And now with this latest development of yours, there is no one from our pack who will want you. Petty, I know, but there it is. You know Jeremiah, and you know his boys. They are good men. Griffon is already mated, and his mate is expecting their own first child. So, you will already have someone with something in common to talk to. Both Logan and Caleb are successful and good boys. You are fortunate to have one of them as your mate. And as a father to your child.”

  Makayla remembered the three wolf boys who’d taunted and teased her every summer since she was a child. She’d not seen them in years though. When she’d reached high school age their family vacations together had ended as their fathers grew busier.

  Colt joined them and laid his hand on his mother's shoulder. "Maybe it's best if I take her."

  Her mother shoved an envelope into Makayla's hands. "Here is the information you need. The jet is already waiting for you at Burbank airport. Colt will see that you get on the plane. Should you refuse or run, I will cut you off permanently. No more money. No phone. No trips. Nothing."

  Makayla looked down at the envelope. Her mom was sending her away. All because of one stupid mistake. But more likely because…

  Her mother's voice softened. "I love you Makayla, and I believe in the person you were before, and the person you can become. Believe it or not, I think this is actually for the best. And so, did your father. It had always been his wish that you would marry one of Jeremiah's boys."

  ‘Uncle Jeremiah,’ as Makayla had known him, was her father's oldest friend. They'd left Wolf River together to go to Stanford and then on to start a fortune five hundred company in Silicon Valley. They'd sold out right before the bust. And though Jeremiah had returned to Wolf River, he and her father had remained close and continued to do business right up until her father's sudden death. Now Jeremiah did business with her brother Colt. She wondered if that business relationship had anything to do with Makayla’s new status update of “Engaged to be Married”. Was she partial payment for something?

  Her mother embraced her. "I do this because I love you, Makayla. And hopefully someday you will thank me. But even if you don’t thank me, maybe you’ll understand at the very least… once you become a mother yourself."

  A blanket of numbness floated over her shoulders and shrouded Makayla in dread.

  Her mother released her, and Makayla dropped her sparkly high heels to the floor. "Guess I won't need these anymore."

  Chapter Two

  "Mom really is trying to help you," Colt said as they drove to the airport.

  Makayla stared out the window at the passing buildings. How long would it be until she saw California again?

  "It's not so bad there. There's green like you can imagine. And the air is fresh and the water doesn't need to be filtered into bottles and–"

  "Stuff it, Colt. You're not the one being sold off to the highest bidder in the Rocky Mountains."

  "That's not what's happening, sis."

  "Isn't it? Mom is ashamed of me being knocked up, so she'd rather marry me off to some guy I haven't seen since I was ten than to let me just be single and raise the baby alone. Besides, Derek may come back."

  Colt snorted. "Even you can't believe that. The jackass didn't even wait a full five minutes after you told him before leaving town. No one has heard from him since. Besides, if he did come back, I'd kick his ass along with half our pack. Especially Gideon. He vouched for the rogue, and this is the thanks we get? Never again, I can assure you."

  Makayla shook her head. She'd known Derek was a bad boy rogue wolf from the moment she'd laid eyes on him at a club downtown. All leather and tight t-shirts, boots and jeans. He'd been just what she'd been looking for. And the last thing she'd needed.

  They pulled off the freeway and exited toward the airport. This was really happening, not just a scare tactic. She was going to Idaho.

  "Do they even have a doctor there that can deliver a baby?" she asked.

  Colt shook his head. "Trust me. It isn't as bad as all that. Wolf River is just an hour from Moscow and two hours from Coeur d’Alene. It's beautiful, and they have everything we have here. Except for the pollution, corruption, clubbing, traffic—"

  "I get it."

  Colt pulled into the private terminal and stopped the car. Her mother's plane sat waiting on the tarmac. A small metal tube to fly her to her own private hell.

  Colt jumped from his seat and pulled open the back door. Removing her bags, he carried them to the plane and handed them to the stewardess. Makayla glanced at the keys in the ignition. She'd make it only as far as one tank of gas and the thousand bucks in her purse would take her. But... then what?

  Colt opened her door and held out his hand. They stared at each other for a minute. Since he'd taken over their father's business dealings, she'd barely seen him outside family dinners on Sundays. And since the announcement of her impending bundle of joy, Sunday dinners had been cancelled.

  "Hey." He pulled her from her seat and into a hug.

  She grabbed on to the back of his sports coat, taking in his familiar cologne. Tears threatened to rain down on his shoulder and words begged to be spoken. Words to convince him to help her. To get him to see she could do it on her own. That she didn’t need a man to raise her child. That she shouldn’t be sent away… But the words stuck in her throat like a strangled scream.

  "It's going to be okay. I think a change of scenery is exactly what you need. And Jeremiah's sons are great guys. Either one of them will take care of you and do right by you and the baby. I wouldn't let you go if I wasn't certain of it."

  "Wouldn't you?" she pushed away.

  He touched her cheek. "Don't be like this Kaly, you know I wouldn't."

  "Don't call me that."

  He squeezed her shoulder. "Do me a favor when you're there, all right? Look up Gia and Paige. Tell them… Tell them… Just make s
ure they’re okay." Sadness spread over his face. He'd loved Gianna and had wanted to marry her. Makayla remembered overhearing the long conversations between Colt and her father about it. But Gianna had been strong and had stood on her own two feet and told Colt to go back to Los Angeles after his summer there. So why was it now that she wanted the same thing Gianna had, they wouldn’t let her?

  "I will," she said. If for nothing else but to garner an ally to help her.

  Colt kissed her head and then led her to the plane. "I suggest you take a shower and change on the plane," he said. "Wouldn't want to scare your would-be husband with your club funk."

  Makayla laughed and shook her head. "Maybe I do. Maybe I want to scare him all the way out of my life."

  Colt pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is for you. It's from mom."

  Makayla looked down at it. Great. A goodbye forever present.

  "Congrats honey, I am so proud of you." Makayla's father looked over at her from the driver's side of his luxury Tesla.

  "I'm pretty sure mom won't be so proud."

  Her dad reached over and squeezed her hand. "You and your mother are like a snake and a mongoose. Ever afraid that if you give up the fight for one moment you'll be killed off. I don't understand it. But I do understand this. Your mother loves you more than anything. Even if she doesn't always tell you."

  He looked over at her and smiled.

  A hand shook Makayla's shoulder, and she started awake. "Miss, we're here." It was the stewardess.