All Chapters of Dream Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I can’t begin to describe what just happened. It felt so real. Even more real than the other visions. But it now made more sense why I was getting them. Tiberius is my mate. How could the mate bond make me see visions of him before we met? I’ll add that to the growing list of questions for Bisnonna. She already has a lot to answer for, especially about her sister but her sister turning my mate into a ticking D’Amore killing time bomb is NOT OKAY! Shit Witch indeed, I fully agree and support his name for her. That bitch is going to pay for what she’s done to him. I’m lucky I could leverage the bond even in that dreamscape to burn away the puppet spell Melania was using on him. She’s going to pay. I don’t care that I lack a wolf and magic. I will find a way to kill her. She’s messed with my family, caused the death of countless werewolves, and tried to have my mate kill me. Yeah, she’s going down. And because fate enjoys jerking me around instead of getting to enjoy a tender moment w

I should feel better having heard Katrina’s parting words that she would be back. But I don’t. I’m stuck in this hell while she’s in the real world dealing with a war. A war I need to help stop. I feel useless in here. What good am I to my mate, my pack, and anyone in general if I’m stuck in my head? None, that’s what. I need to feel useful, somehow. It looks like it’s back to trying to fight my way out of her. I’m going to bring down that Shit Witch. How fucking dare she put a subliminal trigger that would make me want to kill my mate. Okay, so not my mate specifically but anyone who’s a D’Amore. That distinction doesn’t change the fact that I was a mere puppet, as my body obeyed the command to kill Katrina simply for being a D’Amore. Let’s start unpacking that tidbit! My mate is an Alpha heir!? Though now that I think about it, the Mad Alpha Chesed has two children. I’ve never met either of them, but I know they are hybrids. I didn’t think they were from a witch’s bloodline. That’s

Generally, nothing about being in this nightmare is enjoyable, but I’m having fun. And that is only because of the company. Even this place is made better by Katrina’s presence. I can’t wait to wake up and get to be around her in person. As long as she’s not opposed to it, one of the first things I want is to fuck her. If August were in my head properly and not on my back, he’d tell me I shouldn’t be thinking that way. Or at least I should be saying fucking is the first thing I want to do. And well, it’s not. The first thing I will do when I wake up is kiss this amazing woman till we have to pull apart to catch our breaths. And the kissing will turn into touching, touching will turn into getting naked, and getting naked will turn into fucking. I’ve got this thought out. “What are you thinking about?” Katrina asked, glancing over her shoulder as she climbed the ladder to the last platform. With her help getting through this level has been a breeze. She’s identified the correct ladder

Any idea how hard… ha pun… it is to focus on ANYTHING when Katrina is in my lap? Impossibly hard! Diamond hard! Steel rod hard! Okay, I’m beating… oh, another pun… this joke to death. But seriously, even with how her proximity affects me, the grave nature of our conversation is helping temper my reaction. Plus, this is just in my head, so fucking her wouldn’t be the same here as in reality. And even if the topic wasn’t enough to get me off the horny track seeing her cry and hearing her blame herself for what happened to Thales and me. All sex thoughts were gone. I won’t let my mate cry needlessly nor let her blame herself for anything. And while I would accept responsibility, I won’t argue with just putting all blame on Shit Witch and Ignazio. I know what Katrina’s bisnonna had told me about the prophecy, and maybe it didn’t all connect in my head till now. But it was all making sense. Melania wanted to stop Alec and Crista from getting together and awakening Darkness and Light. And

I groaned, fuck me. My head felt like it was in a vice, or I found a liquor store and drank it. Everything hurts now that I’m starting to come around and assess my body. I squinted into the dim as I tried to get my bearings. What’s the last thing I remember? I left the save room and ended up in that lame-ass throne room with the Shit Witch. I called her out for hiding her natural face and threw a pastry at her. I smirked as I recalled it hitting her right in the face. That pissed her off. And after that… it went black. Wonder if she’s realized her directive to kill any D’Amore was shut down by Katrina. Great. That means I’m probably in some messed up situation, and she thinks she will beat me into submission or somehow break me. Either way, Shit Witch should know by now that I can’t simply be broken. And now that I’ve found my mate, I will not break. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dark space I was in. Oh yeah, I’m in a dungeon again. This bitch has me on a torture rack wi