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Naomi D.Hi!! It took a while because of the editors being on break, but my new story is finally out. I'll try to update as much as possible, while still writing for my other story. (Mommy is dating a Billionaire) Make sure to find me on any social page thingies, can't say the names or they'll block this chapter. But look for my name combined with author. I'll try to post some inspiration pictures and will post pictures when I post chapters, etc. Hope you'll like this story. This is my first time writing about a love triangle like this,, so I hope I'm doing it okay. <3 Naomi
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Hunting for our Mate 11. The Call
Zev's povI love Grace and Ethan, but they can be a bit overbearing sometimes. And she is just as intuitive as Raiden, always knowing when I’m not feeling well.But I actually didn’t mind calling her this time. I had enough ammunition to get her to focus on her son, if I needed to.Raiden called his mom to videocall, and she immediately picked up. “First of all, it’s really good to see you guys. Secondly, why don’t you text back?”“We’re kind of busy, mom... It's not like we're just sitting around doing nothing.” Raiden replied. I didn’t realize we both weren’t texting her back as frequently as we normally do.“Busy sleeping with every girl there?” Grace replied, raising her eyebrow at me.“Well, actually.” I teased Raiden. “He just cancelled a date to call you.”“Then there really must be something wrong.” Grace said, giving me a knowing wink.He rolled my eyes at me, “and Zev is seeing someone.”“I’m not!” Maybe I protested a bit too much, because Grace giggled at the two of us.“Who
Hunting for our Mate 12. Responsible
Atalanta’s pov“What are you doing?” Suzie asked, making me flinch. I put my head down, ready to be scolded.“Lana… why are you cleaning our room?”I slowly looked up to find her staring at me with an expression that looked a lot like concern. However, I had no clue how to respond. Why wouldn’t I clean the room?Suzie came closer, “the first time it happened, I just figured you were being nice. But I can clean my own stuff, Atalanta. It’s not your job to tidy my side or clean the room from top to bottom every day.”“It isn’t?” I asked surprised. It has always been my job to clean up everyone’s mess.“No. I am responsible for the mess I made. And in this case, it might have looked like a mess to you, but there was a system to the madness.” Suzie explained. Her whole desk had been covered in random papers; there was not an inch left of it. So I had placed them all on a pile before cleaning her desk.The concept of everyone being responsible for their own mess was foreign to me. From a yo
Hunting for our Mate 13. Pretend
Raiden’s povShit. I stormed off in anger, leaving my best friend, little mouse, and Suzie behind. It probably looked like some temper tantrum to them, and I didn’t care right now.Yesterday night messed with my head. I had been so desperate to prove to Zev that he was wrong, that I had sex when I wasn’t even in the mood.This was the first time in my life that I had made myself have sex. I felt dirty and weird.After Lisa entered my room, we began kissing each other, but I just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t like she sucked at kissing; it simply lacked passion. Mostly on my part.It had never bothered me before, but suddenly it didn’t feel enough. I barely knew Lisa, and I had fucked girls whose personalities I didn’t really like before. But yesterday, I needed more than just lust.I tried to compensate by focusing on her pleasure. Sex doesn’t feel right unless I make a woman cum first. It’s not just that I feel like it’s the right thing to do; it’s usually a big turn-on as well. It ma
Hunting for our Mate 14. No Good
Atalanta’s pov No good. I am no good. I ran while trying to keep the tears in. I couldn’t let Raiden know how much he had hurt me. He wouldn’t care anyway; it would probably only bring him joy to see the weak little mouse cry because of him. It’s what my parents always told me. No good. Only good to clean up after them. I am a mistake. Never should have been born. Unwanted and not good enough. Never good enough. And it wasn’t just because I am not a boy. I don’t have any talent. I’m not strong. I complain too much, and I’m in the way. I’m too short, and I am weak, dumb, and a waste of space. For a little while, I thought maybe people here would think differently. For a second, I thought that maybe my parents were wrong. But they aren’t. I’m no good. I am pretty sure I’m actually the opposite of good, considering the thoughts I’ve been having. Becoming friends with werewolves? Having dirty thoughts about werewolves? Caring about them? They are monsters, even if t
Hunting for our Mate 15. Hurt
Zev’s povSuzie grabbed Atalanta’s back before class; we couldn’t see her, but she was never late to class. So she figured we’d meet Atalanta there. When class started and Atalanta wasn’t there yet, I felt some worry, and I could see Suzie looking around as well.The three of us had all begun to care for Atalanta in our own way. It wasn’t hard to do. While I hated the term little mouse, I understood why Raiden used it. Atalanta always seemed on edge, and she was so vulnerable.That quality was dangerous, especially here, surrounded by alpha males and cunning shewolves who wanted nothing more than to be a Luna.The teacher had randomly paired people, although the more I looked around, the more it became clear that he had picked new students and combined them with students that had been here for at least six months.Dylan was paired with Atalanta, but she wasn’t there yet. Mr. Bianco offered to pair up with Dylan, but she rushed in.The teacher had already explained some of what we were
Hunting for our Mate 16. Protect
Raiden’s pov“Stay here!” Mr. Bianco growled at me. “I will deal with you later.” He got some guys to help carry Dylan out of the gym. The motherfucker couldn’t walk. He couldn’t see either, since I beat his face to a pulp. There weren't enough curse words to describe the anger I felt for the bastard. I wish I would have killed him, but I was happy that he would be in pain for a few days or more.I had watched from a distance, making sure Dylan wasn’t pushing Atalanta too much. It was clear she had no training. Even simple things, like hitting Dylan, she didn’t do right. Not only did she start with her thumb inside her fingers, making it likely to break, she didn't use her whole body, only her arm. Dylan didn't show her how to stand in a figting stance, howBut instead of teaching her the right way, he just kept barking orders at her. I couldn't, however, spend the entire class staring at her as if I were some sort of stalker. She looked really good, too. She was filling out her spor
Hunting for our Mate 17. Kindnes
Atalanta’s povRaiden did a number on Dylan. Did that mean what I thought it did? Did Raiden beat Dylan to the point of becoming unrecognizable? I had never seen anyone look like that.Did he do it for me?He said I was no good. Why would he help me?Raiden saved me.But why?The questions kept repeating in my head as the hours passed by. Luckily, my throat hurt, so Suzie didn’t force me to talk by asking me questions. Instead, she had offered to help me get into something a bit more comfortable, which I had declined for now.Because all I wanted to do was rest. Suzie watched me like a hawk while I tried to get some sleep. Every time I looked around the room, I saw her staring at me as if she were scared I would drop dead at any minute.Why was Suzie nice? I had been hurt before, but no one had ever cared.An hour later, Mr. Bianco had stopped by to apologize to me. I didn’t understand why. He wasn't the one who hurt me. Besides, it was just me. I had gotten hurt plenty of times, and n
Hunting for our Mate 18. Stone Cold
Raiden’s povZev came back from visiting Atalanta looking like he had seen a ghost. Was our little mouse that badly hurt?“Everything go okay?” I asked, not trying to show how worried I really was.“Yeah, um, fine. She looked perfect. I mean, not perfect. Um. I don’t know. I need a shower.” Zev said, sounding frazzled.What the hell happened there?While I wanted to see her to make sure she was okay, I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I doubt she wanted me there anyway, and I surely knew better than to go to her right now. If I saw how hurt she really was, I’d probably go finish the job and kill Dylan for real this time.Not that I could stay away from our little mouse for long, even if I wanted to. I had to train the mouse to become a wolf. An impossible task and one I really didn’t want. How could I possibly stop this stupid crush or whatever obsession I had when I was going to be training her?Training meant touching. Being close. Smelling her. Damn, it was going to be impossible not to
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