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14. No Good
Naomi D.Hope you're having a good weekend. We went climbing in the woods yesterday. You're attached to a harnass and then there's a whole parcour. Most of my loyal readers probably know I'm scared of heights, so I didn't go very high. 7 meters was my limit. And today we went to a safari zoo. You can drive past certain animals. Several animals even walked passed our car. A giraffe, a camel and a family of ducks. Then we walked around the other animals. My boys loved it as well.
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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
Hunting for our Mate 19. Birthday
Atalanta’s pov“He’s just cranky,” Suzie reassured me after Raiden stormed off. But I knew it was more than that. Once again, I had made life harder for someone. It was my inability to fight and to keep a low profile that had caused problems.The day had started off great. Suzie had woken me up very early in the morning by singing Happy Birthday. I didn’t even notice the decorations and presents; I was too surprised that she had remembered.The song would have honestly been enough.I felt so guilty accepting the gifts she had bought me.“They’re from me, Zev, and Raiden,” Suzie clarified after putting present after present on my bed.I had never gotten a gift, and now I had a few dozen lying around me. It was so overwhelming, and I didn’t know where to start.Every time I tried to argue that it was too much, Suzie would scold me and say that not accepting the gift would be an insult to our friendship.“It’s like half of what girls like Lisa get for their birthdays, and to be honest, I
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
Hunting for our Mate 21. Go Out
Atalanta’s povArcher was right. I was trying so hard to keep my head down and not be the center of attention, but everything that happened with Dylan and me hanging out with Zev and Raiden made people talk and stare.Nobody said anything outright, mostly because Raiden kept growling at anyone who came close to me.He didn’t want to be close to me either.There was a sense of relief knowing I wouldn’t have to tolerate his teasing today, but for some reason I missed it. Raiden always tried to distract me during class, whispering things in my ear or touching me somewhere. And now he seems to be ignoring me.It was obvious that he was angry with me. If I had done better at training, he wouldn’t have pulled Dylan off me.I’ve heard stories about how aggressive werewolves can be, especially alpha males. That’s probably why Raiden beat up Dylan so badly. He wanted to help me but lost control; now he’s being punished for it.How will Raiden be during training? Will he be as rough as Dylan is?
Hunting for our Mate 22. Drink
Raiden’s pov “Dad asks if you will please behave when you’re in another alpha’s territory, since you’ll be representing our pack as the alpha heir.” Mom said, but by the sound of her voice, she knew it was unnecessary to ask. Yes, I had almost killed Dylan, but that wasn’t normal behavior for me. Especially not in other people’s packs. I knew how to conduct myself; I had all the formal training that was necessary to act like a good boy. Everything from dance, social skills, how to eat properly, which I only did when absolutely necessary, and everything else that was needed to be a well-behaved little Alpha heir. Dad meant well, but it still felt like a bullshit reason to call. “I’ll behave,” I uttered, and before I could stop myself, a low growl let out my throat when I saw Atalanta walk down the steps. Suzie was doing this on purpose to torture me; I just knew it. That dress she had our little mouse wear was braless, no less. It fit her like a glove, so well that I could see ever
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