Fate's Undoing: Fates' Desire, #2

By KC Flatt

The red string of Fate can never be severed…

 

Not that Atty hasn't tried. Serioulsy, eleven-thousand years and causing a few of the world's greatest catastrophes, (*cough* Pompeii *cough*), weren't enough to mend her mangled heart. That stupid Forest God just won't get with the program, though! She's doing her best to rewrite her Fate…until one night, when he appears in her favorite bar. He begs for a chance to explain why he'd left; some cockamamie story about his sister…

 

Phaunos has had enough of the lies. Grief-stricken and weary, he wants to reclaim what should have been his so many millennia ago: Atty's heart. The stubborn Fate refuses to listen, but Phaunos will keep tugging the red string of Fate until she does.

 

After all, stubbornness goes both ways…

• Language: English
• Publisher: KC Flatt
• Release date: Apr 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393328858

KC Flatt

KC Flatt is a housewife and mother in Ohio. Born and raised on a farm in Kansas, she always dreamed of a huge family with a bevy of critters and kids darting underfoot. She's working on that dream, as well as the dream of writing stories that people come back to again and again.

Book preview

Eleven-thousand years ago...

Atropos glanced at the door to her private chambers, shoving her heavy blonde hair out of her eyes.

He was late. Phaunos had never left her waiting before.

Maybe something had happened in his forests? Or a festival had kept him overlong? The Gods knew he was a busy deity; hunts, harvests, and other festivals clamored for his attention.

He always managed to make time for her, though.

The sleeves of her baggy gown fell back as she shoved her hair back from her face again. Her violet eyes roamed the crags and shadows of her cavernous home. The caverns she and her sisters called home reeked with sulfur and brimstone. Living in Hades had its ups and downs, the smell being one; the lack of interesting company being another. Her sisters aside; Hell was boring. The shades did nothing but stare into space, the condemned just screamed and pled for mercy, and those who inhabited the Elysium Fields were too content to be of any interest at all.

Not many chose to keep the Final Fate company, anyway. Atropos, Atty to her family, was the youngest of the triplets known as The Fates, and she was responsible for cutting the thread of life. While an honored Goddess, she was also one of the most feared. No one wanted to risk angering the Goddess in charge of ending their lives. The only people The Fates had no power over were those who had direct impacts on their own lives, Gods older than them, and themselves. They couldn’t even see each other’s future. Fate was a bitch... even to The Fates.

Well, sometimes. Right now, Fate was smiling her biggest, warmest smile on her youngest daughter. Phaunos, God of the Forest, had fallen in love with Atty.

She moved to her window and gazed out at the grey landscape as she continued to wait for him to arrive. So far, they had only shared the most innocent of caresses, but their kisses were all fire and burning passion. She sighed, shuddering at the power her memories held.

At the sound of booted feet on stone, she whirled and sighed again at the majesty of her man.

Phaunos stood six and a half feet tall, with massive antlers adding another three feet. Broad shoulders tapered into narrow hips and thick thighs. His bronzed skin and thick black hair were the perfect backdrop for his normally merry hunter-green eyes. He walked to her, dwarfing her by at least a foot, even without his antlers.

Atty didn’t give him a chance to speak; she quickly threw herself into his arms and planted her lips on his.

She lost every thought in her head as heat and need flooded her. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself and draw him closer. The taste of him was unlike anything else she’d experienced. It was more intoxicating than wine, and sweeter than the ambrosia of the Gods. He kissed deeply, as if it was the last. Atty kissed him desperately, wanting the man she loved to distraction to finally quench the strange, liquid fire in her