All Chapters of A Different Type of Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Most feel obliged when they eventually discover who their mate is. And there are others who think it is the perfect work of the moon goddess no matter the circumstances surrounding it. Well, I'm among the latter but not in the loving type of way. But if you were to look into my case deeply, you could say it's in the most sinister way possible.   I believe the moon goddess knows my purest intentions. She knew I had big plans, a goal to accomplish, and she served it to me on a platter of gold. And for that, I'll forever be grateful to her.   Others might not know this, but I, for one, know the moon goddess has a synchronicity with our thoughts. She knows every little thing we feel, down to our hidden desires, and has everything planned out for us. I know it may sound cheesy to sound like only I know just how the moon goddess works, but what she did for me is worth rambling on and on… only in my mind.   Ten years ago, I had

I didn't have complete control of my actions or behavior as I had something inside of me that most times guided me from making drastic decisions. That was my wolf, the one which I had acquired on my sixteenth birthday. She was a part of me, like the other half of my soul. So whenever it looked like I was about to go out of line, she always brought me back on track. The moment I had wanted to start seething with rage, she had instantly cautioned me to stop. It didn't take too long for my wolf's warning sound to restore my mood to how it was initially, but I knew I wasn't going to last that way for long. Not when I was directly in front of the werewolf that had been the cause of my parents' death. I had to be careful of the way I behaved, though, because I knew something about wolves being able to perceive the fear of others. And Alphas were known to have a greater sense for something like that. So one mistake from my end could give out my hid

Running — that was something I hated. But as I ran at the moment, it was because I had no other choice but to do so. It was a matter of life and death for me, although I would mostly say it was out of an impulse to find a way out of where I was.The woods were thick, and there were thorns on the ground that were causing blisters to the sole of my feet that I could feel as I had no covering to my feet. I don’t know how long I have been running for, but I knew I had to get away, far away from where I was coming from. I didn’t even know where I was heading to, but I just had to keep up with the pace.There was no single soul out here, so going through the place was causing an emotional trauma for me. I was scared, and for the little girl that I was, I had begun whimpering. I only had to hope I was safe from harm because right now, I was more than prone to danger. Anything could be out there for all I know. The fear of rogues was what got me bothered the

I was bored. Extremely bored. And the only thing that came to my mind for me to do was to walk around inside the passageways of the main quarters of Green Woods packhouse. And yes, I was doing that alone, coupling the boredom I was experiencing.   It’s been three days now since I first stepped foot into the Green Woods pack. And yesterday, I finally moved into the packhouse since I was mated to someone among them. It was the obligation of any she-wolf to move to the pack of her mate if he was from another pack. Even though I kind of wished I hadn’t moved yet, it still felt right that I had decided to undergo that sooner.   My uncle had been entirely neutral when I left his place yesterday. He hadn’t shown any sort of reaction all through the time I had been reshuffling my stuff to move out. And I couldn’t even tell how he truly felt that I was finally leaving him after being with him for two years because I, for one, had been so down.

It didn’t take me too long to find Garrett after I set out looking for him. Even though that self-acclaimed girlfriend of his had his scent on her, it didn’t mean she could possess it from afar because it wasn’t strong enough.   The way the scent of we wolves works was strange but ordinary at the same time. It was in a way that only the original owner would be perceived from far away by tracing their scent. If someone else has the actual wolf’s scent on, there was no guarantee that that particular scent could be perceived from afar except being next to others.   His scent, which had a mix of honey and cinnamon, or whatever it was, led me straight to the front of a room.   I stood still when I arrived there. This was most likely the door leading into his room, and it felt awkward if I were going to get into his room, which would mean we would be left all alone in there. The thought of that sent an uncomfortable chill down