All Chapters of Dream Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

This fucking maze! I’m getting lost even using the paint to mark where I’ve been. I keep finding myself doubling back over paths I’ve already taken. It wouldn’t and probably shouldn’t surprise me. This may be my mind, but that damn Shit Witch is pulling the strings. It’s starting to drive me nuts. Or maybe I was already nuts. Both are possible. I can’t tell without August. And we are back to the fact that I NEED to get the FUCK out of here. I need August back. I can’t even think straight without him. “GODDESS FUCKING DAMN IT!” I screamed, throwing the paint can on the ground as I once again found my damn arrow pointing the way I just came from. I slumped to the ground, both hands in my hair, tugging the strands in frustration. This is wasting time, time that I don’t have. Outside this mental prison, my body is dying. I need to get out of here if I want to live. And let’s not forget if I don’t get out of here, I can’t help Crista. She doesn’t even know that the Shit Witch is invo

I will never play another card game in my life after this. Now how am I going to fight this mega bitch card? While I’m sizing her up, she holds her hand out, and an honest to Goddess pink flamingo pops out of thin air into her hand, and a brightly colored hedgehog bigger than me. Oh shit! I’m getting flashbacks to watching the cartoon Alice in Wonderland with the Fayte girls. I gripped my sword tighter and looked around as a field of playing cards popped up, bending to create the hoops for croquet. Yep, I’m in Alice in Wonderland hell. I barely had time to get my bearings when the hedgehog was lobbed at me. “FUCK!” All I could do was run. Felt kind of like Indiana Jones running from that giant boulder. But of course, there’s no quick way for me to dodge it. The hedgehog is on my ass like I owe him money, and these playing cards block me at every turn. It was starting to piss me off. As I’m working up a sweat trying to stay just far enough ahead of this damn hedgehog set on making m

“I second that.” Persephone raised a glass. “You may be cool with knowing what your dad does. But I’m not. I don’t ever want to know what my sister is doing with her mate. And I’ll feel the same when Delilah finds her mate.” Persephone nodded. Delilah blushed at the mention of her finding a mate. “That’s years away if I even find him quickly.” Delilah softly spoke into her glass, taking a long sip. Oh, the poor innocent Delilah. “And what about you, Persy? Will we get to know all your dirty exploits? Do tell, are you waiting for your mate, or do you have a set time frame that you’ll take a lover if you haven’t met him? I bet I already know a few boys in our pack that would happily take that role.” André waggled his eyebrows as he fixed his gaze on Persephone. Papa growled low in warning. “That’s enough. Any males in my pack that think they can or will make attempts on my mate’s sisters had better understand if they aren’t their mate, they may find themselves on the wrong side of Che

I know that I wanted some variety in my enemies in this nightmare. And while I’ll take cutting down chess pieces as I have to move across the tiled floor in the same pattern as a knight over playing cards, I still want this to end. I’m over all the games. This is just wasting precious time. My mate is out there but doesn’t realize it. I don’t know how she can’t realize I’m hers. Can she not smell me? Is it because I’m in this hell hole? That must be it. Maybe if she came closer and touched me, she’d realize it. When is it her turn? So many have come to me to find they aren’t my one. It’s getting frustrating. I’m lucky I got through that last level. Those chess pieces were no joke. The red queen was a more enormous pain in the ass than the queen of hearts playing card. And that player two showed up again, but I couldn’t find them. Why can’t they show up when I’m in a save room so I can see who the hell it is? If it’s August, I will kill to see him again. As it stands, I only feel or c

It’s her! She’s here! My mate is here, and fuck me, she claimed me! I’ve heard her speak vaguely, but it wasn’t usually apparent. But I hear her clear as crystal this time. And I’m so happy to say the first word my gorgeous mate ever spoke was to claim me as hers. I know we’re still in my head, and maybe she’s not real, and even if we weren’t in my head, it might be forward, but I needed to know if she tastes as she smells. She didn’t protest or pull away. My mate pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. Fuck me! She tastes even better than she smells. Like how fresh baked cookies smell great but always taste even better. And damn, this woman is mouth-watering. Everything else faded—the witch’s cottage, the burning armchairs- all gone. My mate is the only thing that matters and is in my world now. The longer we kissed, the more I felt another presence. Not just any other presence. AUGUST! If there were ever anything that would make me pull back from a perfect set of lips, it would be th