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Chapter 5 Five

Word Count: 1206    |    Released on: 19/09/2024

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doze. I sat up from my laying position and l

birthday t

people to my small birthday celebration, and since I didn't have any friends it was even easier to cut it short. Alth

from worry. After all, I might find my mate today! The excitement and nervousness both wer

shen up. After I was getting

My mom exclaimed watching

Dad's voice rang from the kitchen, he was chopping the fruits whilst

tretched my arms and wa

ought the pink tint to my cheeks. They definite

barrassment covering my fa

ed, "You are eager to meet your mate

ing to hide my blush behind my anger, and grabbe

reakfast...

the canteen," I announced

f my future son-in

beet red at

lly slapped dad's shoulder befo

mom," I rolled my eyes an

rt," I heard thei

le broke on my face. I couldn't be more gra

ng, inchmeal. The idea of finding my mate was very exciting and the reason for the nervousnes

routine that included grabbing my books from the locker and heading for the class. I didn't

d be his eye color every question was putting me on the edge but at the same time, I found m

ust inde

ll. The sudden pulsating of my heart and the increase of the rhythm of my heartbeats a

before they opened to trail their gaze toward the source

chest into a burning ache of fire. There stood my tormentor with his lips pres

e felt suffocating. I took frequent step

rtable with each second passing by. It was even less than three seconds since I stood t

ly his gaze followed to spot me. His eyes widen

ft no limits to hurt me. The same person who turned m

iend. My bully.

ce. My hands trembled and the chi

rse! It had t

ut to stop any sobs

oked confused as if she didn't expect Hunter to lo

s were cover

was a monster who had no gu

he stared at my tear-stained face without a word. His expre

ward me and that was it. I wiped my tears and ran out of t

eeling is even more painful as the flashes of our good memories are o

breathe. It was as if all the weight a

r of the house a

rried gazes fall

Mom tried to reach out

ven speak a word about it. And what could I even say? I saw my mate kissi

Dad's expression laced in concern cam

ied to come out, "Please leave me alone for a few hours," And I ran

today. A nightmare I

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