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15. Damsel in Distress
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My Unfated Mate 16. Winds of Change
Grant When I returned to the cave with some fruit and a couple of pheasants I had caught, I saw Angeline sleeping, curled up like a ball. “Such a cute and hot ball!” Stormy howled in my mind. Coming close, I realised she was trembling, and cold sweat was drenching her forehead. Placing the food in my backpack, I strode towards her and leaned down next to her quivering body. “You need to warm her up with your body; that’s what a good mate would do,” Stormy barked impatiently. “We are not her mate, Stormy!” “Yet!” He gave me a wolfish grin and howled in my mind before motioning with his tail for me to get close to Angeline. Insane wolf! I took a good look at the deep wound on her lower stomach, where dark blood leaked from it. “It must be Elijah’s doing. That Demon-Wolf will pay for hurting my sweet Angel. He will see; the next time I meet him, I won’t be as merciful. I will fart in his face, kick his muzzle, and then turbo-poodle attack, lacing him with my huge tail and t
My Unfated Mate 17. No Time to Lose
Grant Angeline and I walked down the forest in silence. I was lost in my thoughts, in my worry. What she said about her death was haunting me. “Maybe it was a metaphor, Grant. Many females say their hearts stop when they see how gorgeous I am. You see, I am the rare combination of soft puppy-like fur and my big and virile frame that screams Alpha male ready to pounce at you and make you howl my name. I am a wolf to die for!” Stormy moved his snout up in pride. “What?” I questioned my insane wolf. “A Metaphor is some kind of—” Stormy started. “I know what a metaphor means. I just don’t think that’s the case,” I dismissed him. “Angeline, back in the cave, did you say you've died?” I asked her and, without stopping walking, she replied. “Yes, I died less than a week ago. Long story short, I said no to the egotistical Alpha Aaron. As a result, he rejected my as.s and sold me to Blake, who decided to hand me to that Demon-Wolf, Elijah. For whatever hell of a reason, he killed
My Unfated Mate 18. Stormy’s rules
Grant After dealing with some urgent paperwork, I climbed a tree on the outskirts of the forest and took my notebook and pencil from my backpack. Sitting on a tall branch of a tree and drawing was what I used to do when I had to think, or needed time alone. Above everything, that's what I had to do to escape my father and his constant fury. I had to hide in the forest in a place where he would never imagine I would be, but from where I could see him coming. A long exhale left my nostrils, as the memories swirled from the back of my mind. Most days, my father didn't give me any attention, as if I didn’t even exist. I was only a spare, as he said many times. Yet every time he remembered I existed, it was either to punish or humiliate me. Scratching the pencil on the paper, I tried to focus my thoughts on something better, beautiful, yet perfectly broken – Angeline. I started the sketch with her gorgeous eyes, all their fire and sadness. “We have to check on my Angel,” Stormy bar
My Unfated Mate 19. More than just a spare
Elijah With a wave of my hand, I had the werewolf materialising into my den. He looked at the sides, his brown eyes wide with fear. He was one of the spies I had infiltrated the packs and called for me, saying he had important news to deliver. I transported him here without losing time since he was strategically positioned in Grant’s pack. “Give me the news!” I ordered. My patience was already gone due to the sequence of failures, resulting in both Grant and Angeline still being alive. “The redhead girl, the one you asked us to keep our eyes on, is-is there in the Deep Waters Pack. I saw her entering the pack clinic a few minutes ago,” the man told me, his face contorting with fear. His great efforts not to stumble were visible. Pathetic! “Was she with Grant?” I asked, raising my brows in rage. My aura was growing fast whilst shadows started escaping from my pores and surrounded both the coward spy in front of me and myself. Those two bloody wolves found their way to each othe
My Unfated Mate 20. Juicy
Grant Beta Dexter’s eyes popped open, glowing in a menacing way. This was my pack, and I wouldn’t back away. I have had enough! “I did the right thing going after her and probably saving her life. No one will question my decisions about my future Luna’s safety and well-being. Are we clear?” my voice came up deeper and more guttural than ever. To my surprise, instead of taking a step closer or talking back, he lowered his head in submission, “Yes, Alpha,” Dexter replied. I had a lot to grow to be the Alpha Angeline and this pack deserved and that she would be proud of. “The loss of lives is a tragedy, and we will reassure and try to compensate the victims’ families as much as we can. I am the one making the decisions here. Angeline is to be protected and guarded by the most skilled warriors from this moment on. They will be discreet and follow her like shadows so as not to upset or harass her.” I ordered with a new sense of determination, brought by my need to protect her. “W
My Unfated Mate 21. Angel's Perfume
Angeline “Of course he will smell you, he is an Alpha and his sense of smell is very strong,” Dora told me calmly. “Come up with an excuse!” Cal chimed in. Walking closer to Grant in a way I didn’t have to move my thighs apart too much, I murmured, “You know, I found out I have another thing. It’s surely because of my wound. Now I am always drooling down there; it must be a disease or something.” As soon as the words left my lips, I wanted to hit my head against the wall. What the hell? That came out in the worst way possible. Grant’s eyes popped open, and for two hot minutes, he looked at me as if I were a two-headed were-alpaca before nodding. “Do you need to see the pack doctor?” he asked, his hazel eyes now filled with worry. Nice, now he was worried about my horny self! “Nah… it’s okay. Just a small issue, surely every she-Wolf goes through it once in a while, demonic wound or not, right? Let’s start!” I said, trying to make it a little better. I just hoped I hadn’t f
My Unfated Mate 22. Light and Sparkles
Angeline “We have to handle our justice ourselves, Angie,” Cal barked. “I know. Grant shouldn’t say a thing to the King, especially not before Aaron is under our claws!” I agreed and Dora sighed deeply. She surely was with Grant in that. So much for being a supportive wolf! At least my girl Cal supported me in whatever I came up with. “You should start training in wolf form too. First, you could run a little in your wolf form. Have you done it since you…died?” Grant asked. Shit! I hoped that this time it would work. Running on fours seemed like a great idea. I wanted to feel the wind in my fur and the freedom flowing through my veins. Taking off my oversized jacket and pants, I stood only in my underwear and t-shirt. I hardly had enough clothes to wear, so I couldn’t have everything I had reduced to pieces in case Dora could actually shift. “I can try to shift, but you will have to help, Angeline. Breathe deeply and let the light in, putting all rage and hatred aside. Think
My Unfated Mate 23. The Rise of the Alpha
Angeline Wolf boy was a little too much with all of his nudging and kissing, but I let Dora have her time and do things her way while she was in her form. “I am Dora, what’s your name?” To my surprise, Dora’s voice reached the Alpha wolf’s mind. His hazel eyes popped open in amazement before he jumped in joy! “Hello gorgeous! I am Stormy, at your service and always ready for a ride. But how can you mind-link me, you are not a member of this pack or my fated mate?” Stormy’s voice was both filled with excitement and confusion. “I do have a few special abilities, since I am a wolf of Golden light. One of them is being able to mind-link anyone,” Dora explained, and Stormy’s eyes shone even brighter. What was up with him? “Eye-sight problem for sure. He might be handsome, but he is so basic! Of course, he prefers blondes like Dora! It’s a wonder that she didn’t tell him she is the Goddess-sent wolf, the one who never poops or farts!” Cal chimed in, a frown clear on her muzzle.
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