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12. Responsible
Naomi D.<3 My bf is at the movies. So i watched a bad chick flick, (it was really bad.) wrote a bit and now I am playing fortnite. My sons got me started, but it's actually a lot of fun. I'll go to bed soon, though. I have a busy day tomorrow. Need to help with lice checking at school and then I'm getting a new tattoo.
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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
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Hunting for our Mate 19. Birthday
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Hunting for our Mate 20. Talk
Zev’s povSuzie offered to buy some supplies yesterday while I helped Atalanta study. Apparantly, she needed to train her brain, according to Suzie, who was very worried about Atalanta’s health.She looked fine.Yeah, of course she wasn’t fine. Her hand hurt, her wrist was sore, and it was clear her throat wasn’t fine either. You could tell it hurt to swallow and talk, not that Atalanta would ever say that. It took me a while to feel comfortable sharing my feelings, but Ethan, Grace, and my therapist helped me with that.They showed me that showing emotions or asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness but of strength. Admitting your feelings takes guts; hiding them is far easier.That didn’t mean that I was always upfront about my feelings or shared everything I was thinking about or struggling with. Some things are just too big to let out.But I feel like Atalanta holds everything in. “So how much homework have you still got to do?” I asked Atlanta.She grabbed some papers from her
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