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Temporary Hiatus
Dream Mate Fans,
I rarely do this. But for the moment, I will be taking a short break from updating the book Dream Mate. As you may already know, I have been balancing writing three stories simultaneously. I am nearing the end of my book, The Hunted Hunter, which has taken over my brain. I cannot vibe with my other stories to write new chapters and can't force myself to write as it's honestly not my style. So until either I complete The Hunted Hunter or my brain can once again switch gears to other books, this story will be on hold. Thanks for understanding! Tiberius and Katrina will return soon, and we will find out how they get to their inevitable HEA together.
Author Bryant
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Dream Mate Chapter 32 - Tiberius
I should feel better having heard Katrina’s parting words that she would be back. But I don’t. I’m stuck in this hell while she’s in the real world dealing with a war. A war I need to help stop. I feel useless in here. What good am I to my mate, my pack, and anyone in general if I’m stuck in my head? None, that’s what. I need to feel useful, somehow. It looks like it’s back to trying to fight my way out of her. I’m going to bring down that Shit Witch. How fucking dare she put a subliminal trigger that would make me want to kill my mate. Okay, so not my mate specifically but anyone who’s a D’Amore. That distinction doesn’t change the fact that I was a mere puppet, as my body obeyed the command to kill Katrina simply for being a D’Amore. Let’s start unpacking that tidbit! My mate is an Alpha heir!? Though now that I think about it, the Mad Alpha Chesed has two children. I’ve never met either of them, but I know they are hybrids. I didn’t think they were from a witch’s bloodline. That’s
Dream Mate Chapter 33 - Katrina
I was on edge the whole time I was at the villa. Yes, I should have worried about my brother, who had gone out to fight Madonie. But I wasn’t thinking about André or his safety. I know it makes me a horrid sister and an even worse twin. I couldn’t help it. My mind couldn’t and wouldn’t leave Tiberius. I know my brother is strong and capable of handling himself in a fight. My mate is a different story. The foe he faces isn’t as straightforward as fighting a bunch of wolves. Tiberius faces a powerful witch that has her claws in his mind. Every minute she had a tiny foothold in his mouth, his life was in danger, and he couldn’t defeat her, at least not alone. I won’t feel at ease until I’m at his side again. Until I can return to his dreamscape and fight alongside him to rid his mind of Melania’s evil magic. I’ve tried calling Bisnonna, and the bitch is still not answering me. I left her a thoroughly pissed-off D’Amore-level message on the last call. “Listen closely, you fucking cunt!
Dream Mate Chapter 34 - Tiberius
Generally, nothing about being in this nightmare is enjoyable, but I’m having fun. And that is only because of the company. Even this place is made better by Katrina’s presence. I can’t wait to wake up and get to be around her in person. As long as she’s not opposed to it, one of the first things I want is to fuck her. If August were in my head properly and not on my back, he’d tell me I shouldn’t be thinking that way. Or at least I should be saying fucking is the first thing I want to do. And well, it’s not. The first thing I will do when I wake up is kiss this amazing woman till we have to pull apart to catch our breaths. And the kissing will turn into touching, touching will turn into getting naked, and getting naked will turn into fucking. I’ve got this thought out. “What are you thinking about?” Katrina asked, glancing over her shoulder as she climbed the ladder to the last platform. With her help getting through this level has been a breeze. She’s identified the correct ladder
Dream Mate Chapter 35 - Katrina
Why do so many people underestimate me? It’s bad enough to get dismissed because I lack a wolf or magic. But let’s add my gender as a reason to dismiss my skills. What ignorant bullshit! And worse yet, this is coming from Melania, a fellow woman. You’d think, as a woman, she’d not be so dismissive. How dare she make me be some damsel in distress in her efforts to break Tiberius. I showed her and that great ape that I am no damsel in distress. That is not my style. Getting out of the ropes was easy enough. I know my way around bondage, so there isn’t a knot that would keep me in without me wanting it that way. I shouldn’t expect excellent knot work from an oversized monkey or Melania’s magic. I was so angry at being used like that. To be used like some helpless female plot device. The angrier I got, the harder I threw the barrels that weren’t light. All I could see was red as I started throwing those barrels at Donkey Kong, or I think that’s his name. That’s what Tiberius called him b
Dream Mate Chapter 36 - Tiberius
Any idea how hard… ha pun… it is to focus on ANYTHING when Katrina is in my lap? Impossibly hard! Diamond hard! Steel rod hard! Okay, I’m beating… oh, another pun… this joke to death. But seriously, even with how her proximity affects me, the grave nature of our conversation is helping temper my reaction. Plus, this is just in my head, so fucking her wouldn’t be the same here as in reality. And even if the topic wasn’t enough to get me off the horny track seeing her cry and hearing her blame herself for what happened to Thales and me. All sex thoughts were gone. I won’t let my mate cry needlessly nor let her blame herself for anything. And while I would accept responsibility, I won’t argue with just putting all blame on Shit Witch and Ignazio. I know what Katrina’s bisnonna had told me about the prophecy, and maybe it didn’t all connect in my head till now. But it was all making sense. Melania wanted to stop Alec and Crista from getting together and awakening Darkness and Light. And
Dream Mate Chapter 37 - Katrina
I didn’t want to leave Tiberius. If I had a say in it, I wouldn’t leave his side except to use the bathroom and eat till he could wake up. But that tidbit of a conversation we heard isn’t something I can just let go of. Silvano is plotting against my Papa and Crista. I have to stop him. It hurt my heart to force myself to wake up—every fiber of my being wanted to stay connected to my mate. At least I can willingly, I use that term loosely, leave that dream word. I felt so groggy and drained of energy when I opened my eyes. I wish this were a different scenario. That I was waking up in my bed cuddled to Tiberius. Because minus the wires, monitoring machines, and the smells and ambient noise of the hospital, this was something I could get used to waking up to. I want that life where I fall asleep and wake up at his side. And I will have that future. We need to get through this war and bring Melania down to get there. With that thought in mind, I carefully climbed out of his hospital b
Dream Mate Chapter 38 - Tiberius
I groaned, fuck me. My head felt like it was in a vice, or I found a liquor store and drank it. Everything hurts now that I’m starting to come around and assess my body. I squinted into the dim as I tried to get my bearings. What’s the last thing I remember? I left the save room and ended up in that lame-ass throne room with the Shit Witch. I called her out for hiding her natural face and threw a pastry at her. I smirked as I recalled it hitting her right in the face. That pissed her off. And after that… it went black. Wonder if she’s realized her directive to kill any D’Amore was shut down by Katrina. Great. That means I’m probably in some messed up situation, and she thinks she will beat me into submission or somehow break me. Either way, Shit Witch should know by now that I can’t simply be broken. And now that I’ve found my mate, I will not break. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dark space I was in. Oh yeah, I’m in a dungeon again. This bitch has me on a torture rack wi
Dream Mate Chapter 39 - Katrina
I don’t think I’ve ever been this pissed before. I mean, I’ve been pissed plenty in my life. I was pissed as a kid when someone called André and me bastards. I remember wailing on that older boy till Zia Isadora managed to get me off him, and Zio Damon had to heal the little shit. I was pissed the first time someone dared to call André any slur after he came out as gay. Those boys I beat so severely they had to spend time in the hospital as Zio Damon couldn’t simply heal them all at once. I was pissed when I turned sixteen and didn’t receive a wolf. I didn’t beat anyone up that day. Instead, I kept a smile on my face for my brother and then cried myself to sleep after the party was over. And since it was confirmed I was wolfless and magicless, I have fought tooth and nail to prove my worth in the pack. But right now, as I’m glaring at my Bisnonna, it’s like all those moments have rolled into one giant ball of burning, searing anger. Because of her inability to ensure her bitch siste
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