Fated in the Snow

Stella

I had just turned eighteen, and I wasn’t expecting the words that my father had uttered.

“Stella,” he had said, “we found your fated mate. You’ll be marrying him in the spring.”

The emotions that had passed through my mind at that time had ranged from excitement to fury. Finding my fated mate was one thing, but being married so soon? And why?

“He’s from a good family,” my father had said.