Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

1 straighten up. I could sit here, starve, and cry about my feelings… ot I could do what I’ve always done survive. If Jack couldn’t feed me, r’d do it the old–fashioned way

If bounty hunting taught me anything, it’s how to live without comfort. I’ve done it before. I can do it again.

Rabbit stew. Wolf style.

I head out of the kitchen, rubbing my hands together as I make my way to the room. I slip on Jack’s hoodie and his oversized boots, stepping outside and inhaling the crisp, piney air. The house is secluded, swallowed by dense woods–perfect for a solo hunting session. Rabbits were easy prey. And honestly? Nothing tastes better than roasted rabbit under moonlight in wolf form.

Shifting comes naturally. Bones crack, skin tightens, and fur rushes across my body. My wolf stretches with a long, satisfied growl.

We run. Silent. Sharp. Hungry,

But after more than an hour of prowling through thick underbrush, I find nothing. Not even a twitching rabbit tail or the flap of a bird wing.

Where the hell did they all go? Did Jack warn the wildlife I’d be coming?

My frustration bubbles hot and sharp. “Screw this,” I growl, shifting back into human form, breath misting in the cool air. “I’m going to find Fury. Maybe he’ll give me something to eat.”

Come to think of it… where is Fury? He’s been quiet lately. Too quiet. He’s practically the only one I trust here–the only one who doesn’t treat me like a

threat or a ticking time bomb.

Jasmine asked to be my friend, but I don’t trust her. Not until she explains those bruises on her back.

I throw the hoodie back on, pulling the hood tight and keeping my head low as I follow the path Jasmine had mentioned. It winds through the woods and into the part of the pack lands I’ve avoided.

After a while, I spot people moving–warriors in uniform, others in casual wear. I duck behind a wide tree, watching carefully. I can’t be seen. If anyone finds out I’m Jack’s mate… well, I don’t want to imagine what would happen.

When the coast is clear, I move fast and quietly, weaving through shadows, blending in like just another rogue on pack territory. My nose twitches, catching the warm scent of meat and herbs.

Food.

Finally.

The hallway stretches long with different doors lining both sides. I take a gamble, open the first door–and instantly regret it.

A man’s yelling. His hand slams the wall beside a frightened woman, who cowers with a wince.

“Don’t talk back to me again!” he snaps, voice sharp and venomous.

My lips press into a thin line, fingers twitching at my side.

Typical.

1 shake my head and quietly pull the door shut.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I think bitterly. If that’s the kind of men this pack breeds… how different can Jack really be?

I bite my tongue. Not your business, I remind myself.

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Chapter 33

Ray stomach groats again, looder and more demanding, to keep walling. Ahe a few more turns, 1 feed a massive done lightly afar. The scent pouring but nearly knocks me out.

Jackpot

The dining hall is huge. A long, polished table stretches across the room, already set with steaming dishes–fresh fruit, golden bread, and sizzling meats My mouth waters instantly

And the best part? No one’s here.

Perfect

I rush in grab a drumstick and a roasted potato, and devour them like a starving lion who hasn’t eaten in weeks. Food has never tasted this good. Grease coats my fingers, warmth spreads through my body. I let out a low moan of bliss, juice dripping down my chin as I reach for more.

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