All Chapters of A Different Type of Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A new week. And a new Monday. And guess what? I still haven’t decided to speak to Garrett yet.   I have almost perfected the way I have been avoiding him, and I’m sure he couldn’t tell why I was doing that. But my best bet would be that he felt it was a way of allowing him to know I was still annoyed with him due to the issue I had with his ex-lover.   Hell, it was more than that. It was more my perfect opportunity to see what I’m capable of, although, I must say, I’ve been less myself all this while.   Sure, Garrett had tried to talk to me on different occasions, but I wasn’t at all interested in talking to him just yet, so I had made sure always to ignore him whenever he tried to do that. But guess he wasn’t one ever to give up. I’m pretty sure his working nature was hindering him a whole lot. If not, he just might have succeeded in getting me to talk to him as it is meant to be.   Monica had been

Anya apparently had a good time. The walk back from the woods to the main quarters was filled with her happy sounds in my head just to prove how glad she was. Her happiness was triggered all because she had missed being in control. And allowing her to be in control today was more than enough to make her feel that way. I still remember how she had stretched her whole body the moment I shifted. It was almost similar to a bone-cracking stretch, and she had accompanied it with two words, ‘Feels good.’ Before today, I do not remember the last time I let her out. It should be over two weeks now. I wasn’t sure, but I know it happened before I got into the Green Woods pack. There’s been no reason to wait this long before letting her out. I’ve been in the woods several times, so that should have been enough to have her in control a few times. But because I was still new to this pack, it hindered me f

“What is it?” Simon asked, a moment after hearing Ronald sigh. He could tell it was not generated from the conversation they were having, and with the abrupt pause Ronald had made, it was most likely that a link had occurred.   Ronald took in a massive lump of air before saying, “Lucille just linked me. She says we’ve got a visitor. A special one.”   “A special visitor? Who exactly could the Luna be talking about?”   “Just who we began talking about not too long ago,” Ronald said and then turned around to head back into the building. “Elder Damien is here,” he added.   No other words were exchanged between the two again as they both strolled into the main quarters of the building. It was sort of a mutual thing as they clearly understood that the visitor they had wasn’t one they should keep waiting for long.   They went into the main quarters through the back door and proceeded di

Garrett hit the brake and then put out the car engine via the ignition. He retracted his hand back to the wheel, staying rigid with his head down. His hands continued gripping the wheel even after a few seconds since he put the car to a halt. And when his hands began tightening on the wheel, it proved he was going through an internal turmoil. He knew it was another time again where he would get to see his mate. Another time where he would have to put up with her constant act of ignoring him. And that was the reason he wasn’t looking forward to seeing her. He somewhat dreaded it, not bothering even to think it through because there really wasn’t anything for him to think through. He sighed, attempting to take the thought off his mind before looking up. And through the front view window of the vehicle, he could see the lighted building of the main quarters of the packhouse under the starry night. Through the window, he could also s

“Stupid car. Who made this crap that can’t move any faster?” Garrett complained as he tried to increase the vehicle's speed, only to realize he had gotten to the point where he couldn’t. He looked annoyed, almost agitated too, with his sweaty face steaming like he had gotten himself in a fight not too long ago.   The strands of his hair were making way to his eyes as the speed of the car had gotten to a range in which the wind passing through was blowing hard on his face. He was lucky he had left the main human territory already, or he would have been issued a ticket for passing the speed limit. But that wasn’t going to pass him by at the end of the day.   ‘You might need to slow down a bit,’ the voice of Derek got into his head, but he tried to pay no attention to his wolf as he could sense the taunting that was laced around the words. Not until Derek said, ‘I wonder why you have to be on such speed so you can get to the packhouse in time,’