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It’s her! She’s here! My mate is here, and fuck me, she claimed me! I’ve heard her speak vaguely, but it wasn’t usually apparent. But I hear her clear as crystal this time. And I’m so happy to say the first word my gorgeous mate ever spoke was to claim me as hers. I know we’re still in my head, and maybe she’s not real, and even if we weren’t in my head, it might be forward, but I needed to know if she tastes as she smells. She didn’t protest or pull away. My mate pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. Fuck me! She tastes even better than she smells. Like how fresh baked cookies smell great but always taste even better. And damn, this woman is mouth-watering. Everything else faded—the witch’s cottage, the burning armchairs- all gone. My mate is the only thing that matters and is in my world now. The longer we kissed, the more I felt another presence. Not just any other presence. AUGUST! If there were ever anything that would make me pull back from a perfect set of lips, it would be th
I can’t begin to describe what just happened. It felt so real. Even more real than the other visions. But it now made more sense why I was getting them. Tiberius is my mate. How could the mate bond make me see visions of him before we met? I’ll add that to the growing list of questions for Bisnonna. She already has a lot to answer for, especially about her sister but her sister turning my mate into a ticking D’Amore killing time bomb is NOT OKAY! Shit Witch indeed, I fully agree and support his name for her. That bitch is going to pay for what she’s done to him. I’m lucky I could leverage the bond even in that dreamscape to burn away the puppet spell Melania was using on him. She’s going to pay. I don’t care that I lack a wolf and magic. I will find a way to kill her. She’s messed with my family, caused the death of countless werewolves, and tried to have my mate kill me. Yeah, she’s going down. And because fate enjoys jerking me around instead of getting to enjoy a tender moment w
Dream Mate Fans, I rarely do this. But for the moment, I will be taking a short break from updating the book Dream Mate. As you may already know, I have been balancing writing three stories simultaneously. I am nearing the end of my book, The Hunted Hunter, which has taken over my brain. I cannot vibe with my other stories to write new chapters and can't force myself to write as it's honestly not my style. So until either I complete The Hunted Hunter or my brain can once again switch gears to other books, this story will be on hold. Thanks for understanding! Tiberius and Katrina will return soon, and we will find out how they get to their inevitable HEA together. Author Bryant
I should feel better having heard Katrina’s parting words that she would be back. But I don’t. I’m stuck in this hell while she’s in the real world dealing with a war. A war I need to help stop. I feel useless in here. What good am I to my mate, my pack, and anyone in general if I’m stuck in my head? None, that’s what. I need to feel useful, somehow. It looks like it’s back to trying to fight my way out of her. I’m going to bring down that Shit Witch. How fucking dare she put a subliminal trigger that would make me want to kill my mate. Okay, so not my mate specifically but anyone who’s a D’Amore. That distinction doesn’t change the fact that I was a mere puppet, as my body obeyed the command to kill Katrina simply for being a D’Amore. Let’s start unpacking that tidbit! My mate is an Alpha heir!? Though now that I think about it, the Mad Alpha Chesed has two children. I’ve never met either of them, but I know they are hybrids. I didn’t think they were from a witch’s bloodline. That’s
I was on edge the whole time I was at the villa. Yes, I should have worried about my brother, who had gone out to fight Madonie. But I wasn’t thinking about André or his safety. I know it makes me a horrid sister and an even worse twin. I couldn’t help it. My mind couldn’t and wouldn’t leave Tiberius. I know my brother is strong and capable of handling himself in a fight. My mate is a different story. The foe he faces isn’t as straightforward as fighting a bunch of wolves. Tiberius faces a powerful witch that has her claws in his mind. Every minute she had a tiny foothold in his mouth, his life was in danger, and he couldn’t defeat her, at least not alone. I won’t feel at ease until I’m at his side again. Until I can return to his dreamscape and fight alongside him to rid his mind of Melania’s evil magic. I’ve tried calling Bisnonna, and the bitch is still not answering me. I left her a thoroughly pissed-off D’Amore-level message on the last call. “Listen closely, you fucking cunt!
Generally, nothing about being in this nightmare is enjoyable, but I’m having fun. And that is only because of the company. Even this place is made better by Katrina’s presence. I can’t wait to wake up and get to be around her in person. As long as she’s not opposed to it, one of the first things I want is to fuck her. If August were in my head properly and not on my back, he’d tell me I shouldn’t be thinking that way. Or at least I should be saying fucking is the first thing I want to do. And well, it’s not. The first thing I will do when I wake up is kiss this amazing woman till we have to pull apart to catch our breaths. And the kissing will turn into touching, touching will turn into getting naked, and getting naked will turn into fucking. I’ve got this thought out. “What are you thinking about?” Katrina asked, glancing over her shoulder as she climbed the ladder to the last platform. With her help getting through this level has been a breeze. She’s identified the correct ladder
Why do so many people underestimate me? It’s bad enough to get dismissed because I lack a wolf or magic. But let’s add my gender as a reason to dismiss my skills. What ignorant bullshit! And worse yet, this is coming from Melania, a fellow woman. You’d think, as a woman, she’d not be so dismissive. How dare she make me be some damsel in distress in her efforts to break Tiberius. I showed her and that great ape that I am no damsel in distress. That is not my style. Getting out of the ropes was easy enough. I know my way around bondage, so there isn’t a knot that would keep me in without me wanting it that way. I shouldn’t expect excellent knot work from an oversized monkey or Melania’s magic. I was so angry at being used like that. To be used like some helpless female plot device. The angrier I got, the harder I threw the barrels that weren’t light. All I could see was red as I started throwing those barrels at Donkey Kong, or I think that’s his name. That’s what Tiberius called him b
Any idea how hard… ha pun… it is to focus on ANYTHING when Katrina is in my lap? Impossibly hard! Diamond hard! Steel rod hard! Okay, I’m beating… oh, another pun… this joke to death. But seriously, even with how her proximity affects me, the grave nature of our conversation is helping temper my reaction. Plus, this is just in my head, so fucking her wouldn’t be the same here as in reality. And even if the topic wasn’t enough to get me off the horny track seeing her cry and hearing her blame herself for what happened to Thales and me. All sex thoughts were gone. I won’t let my mate cry needlessly nor let her blame herself for anything. And while I would accept responsibility, I won’t argue with just putting all blame on Shit Witch and Ignazio. I know what Katrina’s bisnonna had told me about the prophecy, and maybe it didn’t all connect in my head till now. But it was all making sense. Melania wanted to stop Alec and Crista from getting together and awakening Darkness and Light. And