10

‘What the hell do you want ?’
‘Carly caught wind of the many rumors about our human Luna and she’s going to your place ! She’s angry.’
I cut off our conversation and got up, leaping onto the floor and opening the door with my paw. I didn’t glance back at my mate as I pulled the door with my teeth, clicking it shut and sitting in front of it to keep her safe in case Carly tried something. I wouldn’t put it past her.
A low growl sounded through the hall and I looked over, connecting my eyes with her envious chocolate ones. I was in no mood for her bullshit right now, not that I ever am. After finding my mate, my patience for her is lower than before if that’s even remotely possible.
‘She’s in there. I can smell her. Why are you interested in a puny human ? I am much more suitable for a mate !’ She sneered, taking a step toward me and the door.
I bared my teeth with low, threatening snarls, careful not to be too loud so my aggressiveness doesn’t strike fear in my human if she overheard.
Carly, on the other hand, lowered her ears and body in submission, practically crawling toward me with sad, pleading eyes that I felt nothing but anger for. I continued to warn her yet she didn’t listen, finally reaching me and attempting to nuzzle into my side.
Before she could make contact, I had my jaws around her neck tightly and she yelped as I pressed my canines further into her flesh. I pinned her head to the floor and tightened my hold, tasting her blood stain my mouth which only fueled my desire to snap her neck.
‘A-Axel ! You’re hurting me ! Please !’ She sobbed, her wolf releasing multiple yelps and whimpers but I only squeezed harder.
Oh, I really want to.
All it’d take is just a quick snap and there’s one less problem for me.
But my mate is in the other room, so I refrained.
‘You don’t get to say my name. This is my first and final warning, don’t you ever think about touching me again,’ I growled, the sound of the door opening made my ear flicker up and I froze.
I released her efficiently, lowering my head and turning to the door where my mate now stood. I licked the blood from my lips and flattened my ears in guilt. I couldn’t face her. My mate should never see that side of me, the murderous side that’ll drive her further away.
I watched her rush to Carly’s aid, getting on the floor and petting her in a manner that always soothed me. Panic surged through me knowing she is unknowingly taunting a jealous werewolf. I took a step closer in high alert ready to protect her.
I watched Carly intently as my mate massaged the area behind her ears, my legs were positioned so if she even moved the wrong way I’d be able to save her from anymore pain. A hurt creature has higher chance of snapping, why does she hold so much trust to unreadable animals ? That tells me just how awful humanity has treated her.
‘If our mate really was hurt by humans, I’ll turn her so she can get revenge !’ Dax snarled, yet I had no time to respond to his outrageous, unthought claim.
Carly had whipped her head to snap at her neck and I charged, biting into her snout inches away from my mate’s fragile skin and yanking her head back. That made her jump away in fear, clearly not expecting her affection to promote anger.
I pressed my paw into the she-wolf’s bloody neck, digging my nails into her previous wound and snapping my jaws at her submitting figure.
‘Get out. Don’t ever step foot in my house again,’ I ordered, seeing her frantically pull herself to her paws and take off the way she came.
I can’t fucking stand that girl.
She’s only sixteen and has slept with every male wolf in this pack, old and young, except for me. She’s been pursuing me for years trying to change that. I’d never stoop that low. Although werewolves can’t catch STD’s, it’s still vile knowing at least half of them didn’t use protection. Her lack of self-respect makes me have none for her.
Arms wrapped around my neck and I stiffened, sniffing the air and catching the sweet scent of my mate beneath me. My body relaxed at her hug, waves of relief and gratitude rolled off her and I wrapped my head around her body in a way to return it.
Her face buried into my chest and I grew worried not knowing if my fur was suffocating her, my concern disappeared when she pulled back. Her shaky hands grabbed each side of my face and lowered my head level with hers, putting her forehead to mine like you would to bond with an animal. Unfortunately, her mysterious eyes were being shielded by her eyelids and my ears flattened.
I wish she’d trust me, not my wolf. I don’t know the first thing about gaining trust, especially with a human. Werewolves just fall in line with my dominance, the trust is part of their wolf’s instinct to their Alpha. How do I begin to gain her trust if she can’t even make eye contact with me ? She trembles whenever I’m in sight… how do I prove myself to her if she won’t give me the chance ?
I will try until my dying breath to fix you, my beautiful little human.
Angelica Winter’s POV
I’m here ! A familiar male yelled, closing a door behind him and I froze, clenching onto the fur of Marshmallow until he ripped away from me and bolted straight to the man.
I tried to stop him but couldn’t, biting my lip and feeling my throat close at the approaching footsteps. Did Marshmallow leave me ? Is he afraid of the man too ? Why didn’t he take me with ?
He left me unprotected…
I want you to take Carly to the cells, and I need to see you in my office right after. I’ll be there shortly, then I want you to take this, another male paused, the next words out of his mouth were too quiet to hear yet I widened my eyes, recognizing him as the one who gave me this shirt and let me sleep in a bed.
It’s the man who took me from Jade.
Yes, sir, with that, shuffling was heard and a door closed again. The footsteps grew louder and I bolted into the room, crawling on the bed and holding my knees to my chest.
The door opened a second later and I felt my eyes water, fear constricting me until I could hardly breathe. Then, I felt his warm hand touch my stitched ankle and I yanked away, my breathing fastened but I still couldn’t get a satisfying breath.
I’m sorry ! He rushed out, panic laced his words and I pushed my hands into my chest to calm myself, what happened to you ? It looks… he trailed off, his next words came out in a strain, like it was amputated.
The stuffy nose I had from crying cleared when a rush of ice waved through my body and I slowly sat up, looking at my discolored ankle then at his body and frowning. He was wearing shorts and a tight white t-shirt, showing off the huge muscles he could snap me in two with. This made me unsettled and with much uncertainty, I hesitantly moved my leg back.
I don’t want to risk angering him.
He was hesitant as well, sluggishly running his fingers over the stitches and my heart was racing. I even grew a bit dizzy out of fear, but not once did his actions hurt as expected.
He still scares me but I want him near…
It’s almost like deep down I actually want to like him… I don’t know which emotions to act on, but I do know fear will always play a role alongside it.
It’s like I want to trust him, but my brain is forcing me to feel skeptical and afraid.
Something’s telling me that he’s my comfort and security, however, I just can’t seem to force myself to believe that.
Was this amputated ? He asked, retracting his hand and I pulled my leg away after hearing the raising anger in his voice. He seemed to be trying to hide it, but I could sense the change in his demeanor and a cold sweat covered my palms.
Who did this ? He added, did they do it on purpose ? Who hurt you ?
Each question came out angrier than the next and my head throbbed, creating a dizzy sensation followed by an overwhelming heat that made me want to burst into tears again.