Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Six: Unknown number

Mates.

Just thinking about the three of them blew my mind. That such a thing as fated mates could be real and that I was one to three wolf shifters. It was crazy, shattering everything that I thought that I had known.

I couldn’t help but wonder what my mom and Scott would think about all of this? That was if I ever got around to telling them about the men I was mated to.

If I told them, I bet that mom would think that i had gone insane. I would think that I was if I were her. After hearing that, I would probably start looking into checking me into a mental hospital. I couldn’t blame her if she did.

Just thinking about it made me feel like I was in some crazy episode of True Blood. I would have said Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I don’t remember ever seeing any crazy foursomes. Though the vampires did give off those vibes, those yummy, yummy vibes that screamed of great sex between all of them.

Angel and Spike included.

Wait, were vampires real? Fuck, they probably were. I was going to have to find out if I needed to start carrying holy water around at night. If I bumped into any, my luck lately wasn’t looking too good. I didn’t want to be a tasty treat for some vampire.

Though with everything that had happened, if I did they would probably say that I was their mate too.

and I fumbled with the plastic rectangle, almost dropping it

over the red circle, rejecting

if I didn’t tell my mom about them being shifters but introduced her and Scott to them as my boyfriends? Would that be something that

first dinner together. I could only imagine what he would say to Jason, who looked like he belonged

friendly handshake. I could see my mom freaking out and pulling out the sage to burn to cleanse the energy. Maybe she would hand me some rocks

text message and I swallowed hard, my throat tightening and my stomach swirling. The unknown number flashed across the screen again, this time giving me

number: Sweets, please pick up. I know I fucked up

question. The only person that called me sweets was Travis. What could he want? I mean, it was cool that he was starting to understand that I was upset. That I was hurt, but I was still worried that

be with them, fucking

telling me. My brain was another story, telling me that it was too fast. Too soon to be feeling the things that I was feeling with them. That amazing sex and orgasms were not

what

Jason, and Travis had pretty much told me that they owned me, and deep down, I freaking loved it. I craved their words of praise and the dirty way they ordered me to do what they wanted as I had never wanted anything

I wanted their attention.

like they hated me, yet hold me close afterwards. To tell me that I was

my thumb over the screen, I switched my phone to silent. I didn’t open the texts, but I watched them flash across the screen. If I selected them, Travis would know I had