All Chapters of Moonlit ice, A wolf's fated mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Waking up to Zoey crashing around our dorm room is my new normal. She’s basically my alarm clock at this point. I have an alarm set, but she takes longer to get ready in the morning, so hers goes off earlier, in turn waking me with her crashing around. It was a little frustrating at first, but now it’s just another Tuesday.“Good morning!” I singsong to her. I’m a morning person, and she most definitely is NOT, so it always makes me giggle.My phone goes off, and the smile that takes over my face is a bit ridiculous, but I know it’s him. No one else texts me in the morning. Very few people even have my number.Ugh, I forgot about that. This is going to suck; I think I already miss him.I’m so screwed.Just as my feet hit the floor to go grab my coffee, Zoey opens the door and laughs.“You’re not going to believe this,” she says, turning towards me and crossing her arms over her chest.I throw on my robe and rush to the door, releasing a small gasp.Roman did not just have coffee deliv

Coming back to the ice to see Leera pretending not to be upset is not what I wanted to see. I don’t even have to ask her what’s wrong. I’m not stupid enough to believe India would leave her alone. I didn’t think about this because India hasn’t been to any of our games since our first season. She doesn’t like all the people and smells, and she doesn’t like hockey.That just made me love hockey even more.But now Leera is upset, and I don’t even know exactly what happened.“Ohhh, you fucked up,” Eris whoops through the link, Dolos chuckling with him before Andrei rams him into the wall.“Everyone knock it off; we’ve got a game to win, so I can deal with this.”“I can’t believe this! That tiny little bitch that Benny was holding at the townhouse that night wasn’t there for him at all. The fucking runt was there for Roman. Who the fuck does he think he is?! Wait until Daddy hears about this.”“Daddy will tell Roman’s father, and he’s going to regret his trashy little side piece. It’s not

My smart-ass little mate chose to watch Twilight again after I said she could choose anything. I should have known by the ornery twinkle in her eye. It was too similar to the twins’ faces, pretty much all the time. I'll have to remember to stay alert if I ever catch the three of them potentially scheming. I have a feeling the three of them could definitely cause me some stress.We didn’t actually watch any of the movie except for when she’d stop talking to me long enough to quote her favorite parts. It was ridiculous, and adorable. The talking was everything, though. She told me about her life growing up with her parents. Regarding her parents, she's decided we’re not talking about the poison right now either. I wonder if it has to do with why she's so small. There are small werewolves, but I mean, she's unusually smaller than most. I wonder if the size of her wolf was also impacted.If we keep tabling all the weird things we learn about her, we’re never going to get through it all.

Seeing Matilda and Leera together is just the cutest thing. Goddess, I’ve gone soft. I’ve never called anything cute in my existence. What is this creature doing to me?!Leera refused to let Matilda cook breakfast on her own. I learned that she loves to cook but hasn't done much since she lost her parents. So I sat at the bar and watched them bustle around the kitchen to make enough breakfast for everyone.The men slowly started to trickle into the kitchen, being able to smell everything they were cooking in here.Benny is the first one to stumble in; the twins are a couple steps behind him, still half asleep.“What's the occasion?” he asks.He grabs a slice of bacon from a platter, and Matilda swats at him for his impatience.“Miss Tilly, let me help cook breakfast! I hope you all enjoy it.”Leera beams.Slate heads directly for his seat at the corner barstool, and Andrei walks in with a sleepy smile on his face when he sees the abnormally large breakfast spread.There's a massive pi

Just outside the door to their dorm building, there are wolf scents I don't recognize swallowing the sweet honeysuckle and spun sugar smell of my girl. But they're faint. There's some grass ripped out of the ground and scuffs in the dirt, like someone was dragging their feet. A few more steps from that area is her backpack. Not just sitting on the ground like she stepped away to grab something real quick. It's laying on its top, like it'd been thrown down in a hurry.From there, to the very edge of the parking lot, closest to the grass, are more scuffle marks. These look more erratic. I'm not the tracker. Benny is.But I know well enough to recognize a kidnapping.My entire body is shaking, and I don’t know if it's from the rage consuming my entire being or the fear threatening to drown me alive.BENNNNNNYYYYY! I scream through the mind link just as my wolf begins to howl. I can feel my soul starting to shred.I can't go through this again. Why is history repeating itself? It wasn't