All Chapters of My Unfated Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Angel Inhaling deeply, I took in the fresh air of the night. I almost felt alive, but not quite. My legs moved fast towards my destination, and looking behind my shoulder, I saw nurse Zohra walking much slower. It might be risky to roam like this in the middle of the pack, but my scent was concealed and everyone was sleeping deeply. According to Zohra, the morning training only started in two and a half hours. I told Zohra about my idea, and even though she was hesitant at first, she agreed to help me with it – at least partially. Before the first light, we headed to the Alpha’s mansion with matches, lighter and flammable liquid in hand. “You are sure that no Omegas or working staff are in the house, right?” I asked once again. That was the only thing I was nervous about; apart from that, any fear I could have had, seemed to have remained dead when I was reborn. I wouldn’t hurt someone innocent in my quest; from this pack, I only needed the horrible Alpha Blake, his j.erk of a

Grant Stormy ran at the top of his speed. He was dealing surprisingly well in his condition. Alpha Blake was right, Stormy and I should be weak and barely able to move now due to our deep wounds and the dark magic intoxication. Yet the dark magic didn’t seem to linger in our lungs. Oddly enough, Peter and I were exposed to the same amount of dark smoke, it made him lose consciousness while Stormy and I were fit enough to fight. “I seem to be resistant to the darkness, Grant. Nothing can catch me! I’m unstoppable!” My wolf barked in my mind right before his muzzle collided with a hard and furry wall. Blinking, my unstoppable wolf looked at the beta wolf who had attacked us. Snarling loudly, the Beta launched at Stormy, biting his shoulder, before clawing his side. He was aiming for the neck, since a wound there could be lethal. “That’s why I told you that I should wear a thick leather very-manly scarf while fighting. But you don’t listen to me Grant!” Stormy grumbled in my min

Grant As soon as I woke up, I felt a warmth radiating through my chest. Besides smelling the squirrel's piss, a sweet yet subtle smell entered my nose. I stood up slowly, checking at my wounds and noticing they were healing faster than I expected. Good. Where was I? Had I fallen into this cave? As if moved by some kind of magnetic force, my gaze moved towards her. Angeline. She was here, only a few feet away from me. My eyes popped open, and my forehead creased in confusion. How did she end up here? “Grant! It’s a Moon Goddess’ gift. Don’t ask; just take it. It’s fvcking nice when you wake up and your dreams come true, right? Now, let’s kiss sleeping beauty and head back home.” He was insane! No matter how much I wanted to, I wouldn’t kiss her while she slept. “You are a Werewolf, not Weresnail! Be faster, Grant, or I will take control. Let’s get our Angel and go home, so that Daddy here can eat, feast. Even though I can smell something much more delicious, I can’t smell our

Grant When I returned to the cave with some fruit and a couple of pheasants I had caught, I saw Angeline sleeping, curled up like a ball. “Such a cute and hot ball!” Stormy howled in my mind. Coming close, I realised she was trembling, and cold sweat was drenching her forehead. Placing the food in my backpack, I strode towards her and leaned down next to her quivering body. “You need to warm her up with your body; that’s what a good mate would do,” Stormy barked impatiently. “We are not her mate, Stormy!” “Yet!” He gave me a wolfish grin and howled in my mind before motioning with his tail for me to get close to Angeline. Insane wolf! I took a good look at the deep wound on her lower stomach, where dark blood leaked from it. “It must be Elijah’s doing. That Demon-Wolf will pay for hurting my sweet Angel. He will see; the next time I meet him, I won’t be as merciful. I will fart in his face, kick his muzzle, and then turbo-poodle attack, lacing him with my huge tail and t

Grant After dealing with some urgent paperwork, I climbed a tree on the outskirts of the forest and took my notebook and pencil from my backpack. Sitting on a tall branch of a tree and drawing was what I used to do when I had to think, or needed time alone. Above everything, that's what I had to do to escape my father and his constant fury. I had to hide in the forest in a place where he would never imagine I would be, but from where I could see him coming. A long exhale left my nostrils, as the memories swirled from the back of my mind. Most days, my father didn't give me any attention, as if I didn’t even exist. I was only a spare, as he said many times. Yet every time he remembered I existed, it was either to punish or humiliate me. Scratching the pencil on the paper, I tried to focus my thoughts on something better, beautiful, yet perfectly broken – Angeline. I started the sketch with her gorgeous eyes, all their fire and sadness. “We have to check on my Angel,” Stormy bar