All Chapters of My Unfated Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

GrantI was about to part her legs carefully when Stormy took control of my body. He splayed her legs open and stared at her relaxed face through my glowing eyes before nuzzling down her jaw.He drifted my tongue along her throat, settling on the crook of her neck and sniffing it deeply as if he wanted to inhale all her delicious scent and keep it forever in our lungs. That wasn’t a bad idea, and I too wanted to breathe her all the time.Amidst her briskly shuddering, she giggled, “Stop! It’s tickling, it’s torture, Grant.” She tried to pull my body away, but Stormy didn’t relent. He only replaced my tongue with my teeth, grazing at her skin and sucking at it.My vision fogged with the red hue of an instinctive reflex. I had to make her mine, but I couldn’t. Fuck. If I felt like this, it meant that Stormy’s control was dangling by a thin threat. Blinded by the overwhelming call of nature and desire, he was about to mark her without consent.We could never do that to her, violating her

Stormy“How did my brunette hottie not know she had those gorgeous eyes?” I asked Grant, even though I knew he was clueless. He wasn’t as street smart as me. Truth be told, my human was a little nerd-ish, the artist kind and didn’t have the wild edge Daddy-O here swings on. Greatness isn’t for everyone. But he is lucky, he has gotten me. “It’s her first time shifting, so it’s only natural,” Grant replied. I knew it. He was clueless. I couldn’t take my eyes off the furry beauty in front of me. Circling her in my own kind of courtship dance, which included lots of hip and tail swings, I gave her a once over. Nice tail, girl. Since I knew that my brunette beauty could be a little wild and skittish, I took a step away, trying not to overcrowd her space. After all, I was a gentleman — a gentlewolf, which is much better.Shaking it up, she shook her luscious fur. I licked my lips like the big bad wolf I am, thinking about all I wanted to do to her. That girl was sexy without even trying.

  Angeline As the fucking world broke down around me I couldn’t stop laughing like a maniac. The Damn universe, Gods and whatever must be kidding me! And they were not funny.  “Did that girl just say she is pregnant with Grant and Stormy’s pup?” A startled bark left Cal. I focused on her with great effort, and saw her shaking her body, and wide eyes.  As soon I could form a half-coherent thought, I reared back, putting some distance between Grant and myself. Sobbing another round of chuckles, I heard Cal ask Dora, the sound distant as if my head was under water. “Is that true? Didn&r

Angeline His warm eyes met mine, and my heart stammered as I looked intently at him, without allowing myself to blink, too afraid that if I did so, my dad would disappear and be dead once again. With my eyes wide open like two anchors, I gazed at his soft smile and loving face. “Did you ever think I would leave you, my angel?” he asked, stretching his arm out and offering me his hand. Hearing his voice almost made me cry like a child. I shook my body, trying to get rid of the overwhelming feeling of confusion. How was that possible? Was I dead again? Was it a dream or the next level of insanity? You know what? It doesn’t matter, my dad was here. Jumping to my feet, I took his hand in mine an​​d shove myself into his open arms. He was the only person I had, the single safe haven amidst the chaos, until he died and left me exposed to all the terrors and disasters the world could dump on me. And we all know the world didn’t spare a single trouble, throwing it all on my head like in

AngelineI squinted my eyes to see within the dark of the moonless night and resumed walking. The mess of unsettled thoughts weighed on my head, blooming an annoying ache on my temples. Headache or not, the faster I went, the sooner I would see my pup. After an hour or so of walking, a shed of brightness attracted my vision to the sky and my brows pinched together as I caught sight of the moon – a waxing moon. Wait, she was not there before. When I blinked, the moon and her soft light were gone. Has the moon gone crazy and mixed up her cycle calendar? “You are the one who lost it. There was no moon, only one of the darkest nights of our lives. I will shift and walk the rest of the way, and maybe you can try to rest in the back of our mind.” Cal said, and I replied with a long exhale. Probably a broken heart and a weird dream were the two last drops I needed to lose my s.hit completely. Before she could shift to her form, I heard a soft giggle. Yeah, it was official: I went to th