All Chapters of The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates - A Werewolf Erotica : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amaya's povI wake up to seventeen text messages.Most of them are from Alvaro—random thoughts, a photo of his breakfast, a meme about hockey, another photo of what looks like his ceiling with the caption "can't sleep thinking about you." Javier sent three, all practical reminders about an assignment due Monday and asking if I need help. Luciano sent one at 2 AM that just says "Sleep well."My chest feels warm and tight at the same time.I'm lying in bed scrolling through the messages again when my roommate Emma pokes her head through my door."You're smiling at your phone," she observes. "That's new."I immediately stop smiling. "No I'm not.""You totally were. Let me guess—the holy trinity of hockey hotness?" She grins and flops onto the end of my bed without waiting for permission. "Girl, the whole campus is talking about last night. You sat in their booth. Tyler Morrison almost got his face rearranged. This is major.""It's not major. We just got food.""You wore Alvaro's hoodie."

Amaya's POV I'm walking the east wing hallways before first period, coffee in hand, trying to clear my head.It's been three days since dinner at their apartment. Three days since I told them about my mom, about my fears, about everything. Three days since I promised to really try.And I am trying. I let Alvaro walk me to class yesterday. I had lunch with all three of them in the cafeteria instead of hiding in the library. I even stayed over at their place Saturday night after the hockey game, falling asleep between Luciano and Javier while some action movie played in the background.Small steps. But they feel huge.My phone buzzes with a text from Alvaro—something about meeting him after third period—and I'm smiling at it when I realize I've wandered into a part of campus I've never explored before. The science wing extends further than I thought, branching off into older hallways that look like they haven't been updated in decades.The fluorescent lights flicker overhead. It's quie

Alvaro's POV She's trembling.I can feel it through every point of contact—my hand on her back, her face pressed against Luciano's chest, Javier's arm around her shoulders. Amaya is shaking like a leaf and it's making my wolf absolutely feral.Someone followed her. Threatened her. Made her afraid.And I wasn't there to stop it."Let's get her inside," Luciano says quietly, but I can hear the rage underneath. He's keeping it controlled for her sake, but barely.We guide her up to the apartment, keeping her surrounded. I scan the parking lot, the walkways, every shadow. Looking for threats. My hands are curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.If that car comes back, I'll rip it apart with my bare hands.Inside, Javier locks the door behind us. Multiple locks—deadbolt, chain, the works. Luciano steers Amaya to the couch and she sits without protest, which tells me how shaken she really is. Our girl always fights, always pushes back.Right now, she's just sitting there. Staring a

Alvaro's POV I can't stop touching her.My hand finds the small of her back as we walk across campus. My fingers brush her arm when she shifts her bag. Every few seconds, I need the contact, need to confirm she's here, she's real, she's mine.The bond is screaming at me. Has been since last night. My mate was hunted. Chased. Terrified. And I wasn't there.My wolf is clawing beneath my skin, demanding I take her somewhere safe, somewhere far away from threats. Demanding I mark her so thoroughly that anyone who looks at her knows she's claimed. Protected. Off limits."You're doing it again," Amaya murmurs as we approach the library."Doing what?""The alpha thing. The possessive hovering thing.""Get used to it." I don't even pretend to apologize. "You're ours now. That means we hover."She glances up at me, and there's something in her eyes. Not quite annoyance. Almost like she doesn't hate it as much as she claims.Good. Because I'm not stopping.Luciano and Javier are flanking us,

Luciano’s POV I look at her—terrified but standing tall. At Alvaro—protective and furious. At Javier—already planning, already three steps ahead."We don't run," I say. "We don't hide. We fight smarter.""How?" Amaya's hands are clenched into fists. "They know where I am. They're watching. It's only a matter of time before—""Before what?" Alvaro interrupts. "Before they try to take you? Good luck with that. They'll have to go through all of us first.""They will," she says desperately. "Don't you see? That's exactly what they'll do. They'll hurt you to get to me.""Then let them try." I move toward her, gripping her shoulders. "You think we're going to just hand you over? Let them take you without a fight?""I think you'll get killed trying to protect me—""Then we die," I say bluntly. "But we die fighting. Because that's what mates do. That's what pack does."Tears are streaming down her face now. "I can't ask you to die for me.""You're not asking. We're choosing." I pull her agai