Todos los capítulos de The Mating Game: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ORION"This is stupid. Just claim her as ours and put an end to this ridiculousness," Diesel's guttural tenor rumbled off the walls of my skull. My leather-clad fist clenched as it connected with the jaw of a she-wolf I was up against while simultaneously dodging my feet from getting swept from under me by another wolf. We learned from a young age that a she-wolf could be just as dangerous as a male. On the battlefield, there was no room for you to take the moral high ground by refusing to fight a she-wolf. "We can talk about this when I'm not trying to avoid getting the shit beaten right out of me," I growled back, rearing my arm to elbow someone behind me. A burst of pain erupted from my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs and sending a bout of delirium to my head. Shaking off the feeling before someone could land another blow, I grabbed a hand from the fray and initiated a maneuver that had the guy on his stomach with his arm painfully twisted behind his back. "Whose faul

KARAI paced the length of the cliffside as I waited for Miles and Orion to arrive. At every snap of a twig or crunch of a dry leaf, my heart leaped out of my chest at a violent speed. A buzz filled my body and restlessness infiltrated my mind. I couldn't sleep last night and my fraying nerves created a sturdy foundation to lay the bricks of anxiety. My doubts about my father were the cement that held those bricks in place. My father seemed genuinely excited about the games—too excited I noted on more than one occasion. However, if he had malicious intentions, why would he insist I get close and get to know the Alphas? Did he know I'd be headstrong and refuse it? Or worse, did he want me to get close to them so I could extract information and pass it on unknowingly? Wasn't that exactly what I had done when I disclosed the information of the first time Miles' wolf emerged?This was just one big conspiracy theory. What if I was overthinking this and making a massive mistake by trusting

ORIONI watched her. She may not have realized it, or maybe she did, but I quite frankly didn't give a fuck. I watched her train the wolves in her pack in combat, helping them enhance both skill and physical endurance so both their human and wolf forms would be at optimal strength. She was patient and kind, showing them where they went wrong and guiding them step by step no matter how slow of a learner the pup was. Her nurturing side blossomed when she was amongst her pack. It was a side she had yet to show Miles or me directly—she didn't care much for us. This only emphasized that this pack was her life and she would do anything and everything to protect it. Kara may have made the perfect Luna but she could be an excellent Alpha and she knew it. She was confident, strong, and smart. When she disappeared after the training session and returned fresh out of the shower, I watched her scurry around helping prepare dinner. She didn't rest. From there, Kara sat to eat and then helped ag

KARADinner was tense. No matter how deep of a breath I sucked in, my lungs still felt suffocated. I wasn't a claustrophobic person, but the way my father glared down his nose toward Miles and Orion made me want to spring up from my seat and flee. He didn't look too happy and I feared what that meant for me. If I deciphered the riddle correctly then I'd be safe for the next two days. However, if I was wrong and Orion didn't win this game, my wedding to Miles would be a matter of hours away. I'd have to get my shit together and leave along with him to his pack. We'd have to live together, sleep in the same room, and, worst of all, we would have to complete the mate bond. I'd have to accept the feeling of his broad, inked frame sprawled over my body while he ran his tongue over the column of my throat and sank his teeth into the junction where my neck met my shoulder. A considerable amount of heat ran up my body, causing my blood to simmer beneath my flesh and flush my skin pink. Th

ORIONI edged toward Kara cautiously, inhaling her lemon and pine scent which carried on the icy breeze that whipped around her. Her inky, raven black locks cascaded down her shoulders and moved like tendrils of shadow as the wind carded its claws through her mane. Kara's back was to me as she sat at the edge of the cliff, hugging one leg with her chin propped on the knee while the other dangled below. Bursts of sunlight began cresting the horizon, sending hues of burnt orange and magenta through the gray sky. As a beam of light settled on me, warmth erupted through my skin and offered some reprieve against the winter's chill. And yet, Kara sat with a crop top and sweatpants as if she were impervious to the cold. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I decided to announce my presence. Kara audibly gasped, proving she hadn't caught my approach. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she let her guard down. That was one of the most dangerous mistakes a werewolf could commit. Her gaze r