My hands were red in the cold. It seeped over from my fingertips to my palms and then to the back of my hands. The brown color became near nonexistent. I needed to get out of the cold and home before dark.
My steps were tentative. Much like a baby deer taking its first steps, I skidded across the ice and snow. Tentative movements would make me slower, but ultimately safe. I just needed to get home by seven and I would be safe. I wouldn 't say I was superstitious, but nana 's old tales of the town where I lived still gave caution to me.
The men of beast she would call them.
They were men cursed by the moon to have a wolf inside their bodies. They never could escape it. They never tried. It wasn 't their animalistic souls that scared me, it …show more content…
Jaelin Wiess Sir."
"Oh, now what a pretty name Jailin."
The murmuring of my name off his lips cause my knees to get weak.
"You know, we could go without the whole Sir thing. Make feel old. My name is Fane Neculai and I am Alpha of the Lup Oameni pack. You, my little mate, is going to be the Luna of my pack."
"What if I don 't want to be?"
"Well dragoste, you don 't get a say. Since you are mine you will take this place in my pack."
"I am not yours. I 'm no ones."
As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it. The intensity around Fane increased drastically as he harshly grabbed my cheeks and turned my face to his. His eyes were black as night and no light reflected off of them.
"You are mine. You are my mate and there 's nothing you can do about it. One day, afer you become accustomed to my people and me, I 'm going to fuck you so hard that your body quakes and you cannot walk for a month. Then you will accept that you are mine."
Our eye contact was broken as he kissed the top of my head before dropping into a squat.
"Get on my back."
I did just that and we were off again; heading deeper and deeper into a place that I will never come out from. I didn 't have it in me to fight anymore. I was tired of
My steps were tentative. Much like a baby deer taking its first steps, I skidded across the ice and snow. Tentative movements would make me slower, but ultimately safe. I just needed to get home by seven and I would be safe. I wouldn 't say I was superstitious, but nana 's old tales of the town where I lived still gave caution to me.
The men of beast she would call them.
They were men cursed by the moon to have a wolf inside their bodies. They never could escape it. They never tried. It wasn 't their animalistic souls that scared me, it …show more content…
Jaelin Wiess Sir."
"Oh, now what a pretty name Jailin."
The murmuring of my name off his lips cause my knees to get weak.
"You know, we could go without the whole Sir thing. Make feel old. My name is Fane Neculai and I am Alpha of the Lup Oameni pack. You, my little mate, is going to be the Luna of my pack."
"What if I don 't want to be?"
"Well dragoste, you don 't get a say. Since you are mine you will take this place in my pack."
"I am not yours. I 'm no ones."
As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it. The intensity around Fane increased drastically as he harshly grabbed my cheeks and turned my face to his. His eyes were black as night and no light reflected off of them.
"You are mine. You are my mate and there 's nothing you can do about it. One day, afer you become accustomed to my people and me, I 'm going to fuck you so hard that your body quakes and you cannot walk for a month. Then you will accept that you are mine."
Our eye contact was broken as he kissed the top of my head before dropping into a squat.
"Get on my back."
I did just that and we were off again; heading deeper and deeper into a place that I will never come out from. I didn 't have it in me to fight anymore. I was tired of