Tricked by Fate

Tricked by Fate A WOLF SHIFTER FATED MATE FIGHTING FATE MICHELLE ZIEGLER Contents Introduction Acknowledgments 1. Kiara 2. Devon 3. Kiara 4. Devon 5. Kiara 6. Devon 7. Kiara 8. Devon 9. Kiara 10. Devon 11. Kiara 12. Devon 13. Kiara 14. Devon 15. Kiara 16. Devon 17. Kiara 18. Devon 19. Kiara 20. Devon 21. Kiara 22. Epilogue Coming Soon Also by Michelle Ziegler About the Author Introduction Trapped in a world of secrets and betrayal, she finds safety in the arms of her fated mate. When I escaped I never imagined that I’d find my fated mate, but I’m not safe yet. I’m playing with fire now. The pack I sabotaged is after me for revenge - revenge for stealing Devon, the alpha of a blood thirsty pack. But I have something the alpha’s daughter wants even more than revenge. She thinks I’m the one who could destroy her pack and her means to power. And now, my captors are determined to keep me. My fated mate is the only one who can save me from my old pack's wrath. He’s powerful and full of dark secrets. He's been searching for answers about the kidnappings, and my abduction may be his only chance to uncover the truth. Devon’s going to race against time to get me, if he’s still alive. I think I’ve proven I’m not good at being the damsel in distress. I won’t lose him again. Copyright © 2023 Michelle Ziegler All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical method, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial users permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher addressed “Attention: Permission coordinator,” at the address below. [email protected] Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living, or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental. For all the readers who’s trauma wants to follow them around. You will heal and when you do the now that waits for you is so much better than fiction. Acknowledgments Thank you to my fans for begging for more wolves! Sometimes all we have are books to escape. Thanks to my husband for the support to get this book done. Without him listening and also taking the kids I wouldn’t have finished. I have so many readers to thank, but especially my Beta/Alpha readers Carol and Bev, and my proofreader Chrisandra's Corrections. You guys are without a doubt my sanity! Thank you Carol Marques designs for the cover. Of course, my review team is a group that has my undying gratitude! AND ALWAYS! Thank you readers! Thank you for giving me a chance and escaping into my world and loving some confused dragon shifters from outer space. Thank you for following me this far into this crazy adventure. Come join me on the journey in between the pages. Join my Newsletter: http://michellezieglerauthor.com/contact/ CHAPTER 1 Kiara Welcome to the shit show. That’s about the only thing that comes to mind. Well, the only thing that I can come up with as I blink through the headache. It’s better than letting the panic creep up. But then again, I’d already lived through the worst. Or maybe not. But that wasn’t the pep talk I needed right now. Fishing around in the fog of my mind, I search for my wolf. I don’t let out the audible sigh that I so badly want to. They can’t take away the relief I feel at least. I don’t want them to know that even with all their efforts, the fear they want me to feel is lessened by the relief of knowing my wolf is still here. Now if only I could be free of this damn net. No such luck, though. The net weighed heavy over me and reminded me that my life wasn’t going well. Again. I pushed up at the net again, just in case it would move. It didn’t, and it burned. At least I was alive, and so was my wolf. Breathe. I need to just breathe. My head hurt a lot though and every time I tried to open my eyes, shots of pain zinged straight through my head and my stomach threatened a revolt. Devon? Through a squint, I still can’t figure out where I am and the pain is so strong that I’m not actually sure I’m making it to him. I swallowed the bile that was proof I was not superhuman. Wolf or no wolf, I didn’t know much about being anything more than a broken human. I should have had more time to figure myself out. More time to be a wolf. More time to know my mate. Just more time. And yet, the longer people mulled around and the more voices and shouts and no response from Devon, I suddenly wanted less time. I tried to retreat back inside my head. I took in the scents around me. Metal. Blood. Dirt. Exhaust. Wolves, but not the scents of my own pack. My wolf’s energy danced along my body like a million little bugs itching along my skin. I wanted her to calm down, but I didn’t know how to connect with that part of my soul at the moment any more than I did with my pack. My pack. I had a pack, and that still brought me a strange form of comfort. I could let the fear seep inside me and soak into every inch of my soul in the paralyzing power it used to have. But back then I’d been alone. “Let go of me,” said Nessa. I would have jolted, or at