All Chapters of Feral Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LYDIA MARTINI need to sleep, I need to sleep.I kept repeating the words again and again. Maybe if I chanted it long enough, it would come true. My eyes couldn’t shut shut. Instead, they were shining brightly. I kept blinking while staring into the darkness."I'll be 18 tomorrow, and my father is throwing a party to celebrate, and I'll finally meet my Mate." I'm curious about who he will be; have I met him before? Will he be from the White Wolf pack too?I really don’t want anybody from my pack to be my mate. They all treated me badly, even though I was the princess. My father, the King, made it clear to everyone that he did not love and cherish me, which made me an easy prey.I want someone I haven’t met before to be my mate I said, talking to myself.My mind spun as thoughts tumbled around half-formed as I pinched my eyes shut, thinking it would help me fall asleep. I tried to ignore those thoughts, but they persisted. I wish my mother could be here to witness my coming-of-age cerem

When I walked in, the ritual dancing was still going on. These women are incredible. Mel and I jumped right in. When people noticed I was already dressed in the white traditional dress, they began clapping again until Gamma, our clan's oldest woman, called me to the center. When I got to the middle, they were all singing and touching my head and feet, and I tried hard to pretend I knew those songs as well. Mel tried to teach me, but no matter how hard we tried, I couldn't get it. Just like when Isaac also tries to teach me how to fight I still fail and most times I go home with a deep cut. Why am I unable to learn anything? Though Isaac is a bully and uses his position as a coach to bully me, I'm not sure why he doesn't like me, but no one loves me. As I was deep in thought, I felt water splash on my face, Gamma put more water in her mouth, and before I knew what was going on, she spat the water from her mouth back into my face. I had never attended this ritual before, so I was un

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There had only been one person who could make me feel unworthy, and that person was my father. But the moment my eyes collided with my supposed Mate, who is also my father’s killer, standing in front of me, his eyes were scanning through mine, hoping I didn’t just hear him call me his Mate. I have never felt so pathetically insecure, entirely unworthy, and hopelessly unsure. At least when it comes to my father, I never had to endure his cold and intrusive stare for a long time because it was always immediately accompanied and overpowered by his equally cold and harsh words. Words were just words, and although they harbored the power to hurt if that was the intention of the person wielding them, for me, I often found comfort in them and the distraction they provided as long as I did not have to endure my father’s insufferable gaze any longer. But with nothing but silence to accompany Derek’s gaze after he just called me Mate, it held me captive, and I just had to accept the f

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better. Now that I am in Blackwolf territory, I can confirm it’s a really cold place to be, therefore all of its buildings were built solely from intricately carved wood and fur. Swirling beams crisscrossed the steepled ceiling, enormous stained glass windows filtered through speckled orange sunlight, towering fires raged in grated hearths along the walls, and at the far end of the hall there was a painting of a man and a woman.