All Chapters of How to Catch a Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

“What?”“You heard me. Get. Out.” I turned away before he could see my lips tremble. No point showing him any weak flaws. John sighed and grabbed his jacket from the hook near the door. “You’re going to regret this. No one else is going to put up with you the way I did.”I didn’t answer. He paused like he wanted me to stop him. To say I didn’t mean it. But I did.He left.And silence rushed in behind him following the loud bang from the door closing, the sound of his engine roaring. The wind chimes outside clattered with the breeze. My heart thudded like a drum in a funeral march. I sunk into the hammock in the corner, draped with pillows and a fading tie-dye blanket. Everything in here was too bright, too loud, too me—and I suddenly hated how easy I made it for him to live here like he belonged.Tears came, stubborn, rebellious things and I wiped them with the sleeve of my oversized cardigan. The kind my mom used to wear before she was taken by the Lion Pack out west. Before I lear

By the time morning roared it’s bright head, I was beyond livid, annoyed and extremely pissed. My body was in the beginning phase of breaking the bond. A mate bond was like being born with an extra organ, or limb (a part of you) once you have it severed it felt liking you were physically getting cut, it started mildly, as an itch, then it got hot and burned before the true pain came along. I’ve seen it happen, heard the cries and the pitiful begging’s of different shifters. I had even witnessed a mate take it back. But to experience this shit? Nope. Not me.I slammed the caravan door so hard the wind chimes screamed. The sound didn’t soothe me like it usually did, it grated, sharp and metallic, echoing off my anger as that stupid itch around my back, thighs and feet reminded me of what that dipshit did. My fists throbbed, still aching from the fight with Desiree. Her shriek and the way John stood behind her, smug and loyal as Haden reeled me in like a little puppy. What the fuck was

I took a moment to compose myself even as my wolf wanted to push through and change, knowing she could handle the pain a lot better than human me. Can’t believe the douche called me cruel. The bully part I could understand, I was a bit of a bully. I mean one year fresh out of high school couldn’t erase the years I spent using my fist instead of my words as Elder Alaric said, but damn, did John have to mention it? A sharp insistent pain made me groan and I leaned against the outside of the Den extending my neck to release some of the tension as my wolf growled at me. The Den itself was carved from old stone and concrete. So at least it made it a bit harder for the pups to smell my pain. There were corridors branching in vines beneath the valley. It felt like an underground hotel. Although the place was old, with Glyphs and claw marks lining the walls, the security systems, AI interface and technology was as modern as one could get. The kitchen equipment costed the pack a leg a

“They said you fought three rogue wolves at once and didn’t even shift for the first 10 minutes. That you broke one of their jaws with just your boot.” “Boots are sturdy,” I said, tapping mine against the table leg. “I heard you chased off the Rink’s old Beta once. The one with the scar down his face.” “Only because he called me sweetheart and smacked my ass like I was some maid,” I replied, cracking a tiny smirk. “Didn’t see him after that, did you?” Mira giggled then quickly covered it up with her hand like laughing around me might get her in trouble. It didn’t. “I always wondered what you looked like,” she said, voice quieter now. “They just say you’re dangerous.” I leaned back in the chair. “That’s not a description. That’s a warning label.” She tilted her head. “You don’t look dangerous.” I gave her a slow, pointed look. “I chased someone through three miles of forest last week because they said my mashed apples were lumpy.” Her eyes widened. “Okay, you do look a litt