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“Stephs a d**k but he’s harmless.” The woman shrugged, a hand placed on her round hips. “I can handle myself just fine, y’know.”
“I’m sure you can.” My eyes were dancing, a smile playing at my lips as I looked down at my beautiful mate.
“Now, do I gotta be worried about you Mr?” Her dark eyebrow raised, but humor flickered in her eyes.
She could feel the mate bond pulsing between us. It was clear she was a human; her scent unlike a werewolves. She wouldn’t know about the mate bond, but she could feel something between us; a connection of sorts.
“Of course not.” I grinned at her, “Just one of the good guys.”
“Good guys.” She scoffed, her radiant eyes were twinkling. “What’s your name good guy?
“Mason.” I grinned, “And yours?”
“Adrienne.” She grinned making me stagger. Her smile sent my wolf into a frenzy, wanting to mark her skin without warning.
“Beautiful name.” I smiled softly, my eyes trailing over her face. “It fits.”
“You wanna meet up tomorrow?” Adrienne smiled in return, her eyes lingering on my own before they traveled down to my lips.
“Name the time and place.” I breathed, completely taken with my mate.
“The little park on second street, the one with the fountain.” Her eyes glimmered, “Meet me there around eleven tomorrow night?”
“Why so late?” I questioned. i wanted to know more about her, I wanted to know everything.
Wolves rarely had patience, and mine was not an exception. He wanted to carry her away, ignoring any screams of protest. I on the other hand, didn’t want my mate to fear me or hate me. Patience was key.
“I get off work around ten.” She shrugged indifferently, “The parks my favorite place to go.”
“I’ll be there.” I grinned, my heart thundering in my chest.
Excitement coursed through me, sending my hairs on end. This was the beginning of everything, the beginning of the rest of my life.
The breeze shifted suddenly, lifting her coiled curls and swaying them to the side.
Something bright stood out on her espresso skin.
A bright scarlett mark stood out, placed on her shoulder. The mark was bright, and shaped like the blade of a scythe.
The mark looked like a freshly done tattoo, the ink bright and vibrant. I wondered what the mark on her skin stood for, what it symbolized.
“What’s that?” I murmured, looking at the bright mark.
“Just a tattoo.” Adrienne shrugged, grazing the mark with her fingers.
Alpha Nolan’s P.o.v
Infuriating; the first word I thought of when Daisy popped into mind.
Addicting; the second word that described the little ball of fire that constantly tormented me.
She had disobeyed me from the very beginning. Such a simple task I had given her.
Arrive to trainingon time.
She came late, making quite an entrance.
I was beginning to realize the many qualities of Daisy, the faults that made her even more intoxicating.
The way her lower lip would jut out in a poutwithout her realizing she had done so. Her bright eyes innocent, a hint of mischievousness twirling in their depths. Her penchant for being latepunctuality did not come easy for Daisy.
These qualities angered me to no end; but also served to draw us closer.
She enjoyed pissing me off, that was obvious. I enjoyed exerting my dominance over her, making her see I was the one in control.
It was clear she hated this, and yet a part of her wanted me to have control. She wanted to be powerless under someone else, their body writhing against her own flushed with sweat and arousal.
I could smell her arousal in her small bedroom, swirling around the two of us. She enjoyed my dominance, enjoyed the force behind my touch. After that moment, I knew she was made for me.
Being an Alpha has it’s perks, and it’s downfalls.
Respect, authority, obedience. These were helpful in my work-life, not so much my love life.
Women did not pique my interest. They bowed as they met me, showered me with adoration and respect. They never pressed boundaries, never wanted to anger or upset me. It was the constant walking on eggshells that pissed me off.
They feared me; rightfully so but I had never k****d members of my own pack. I k****d traitors, rogues, and murderers.
Women pursued me, but were all too dainty and complacent. They needed my strength to carry them, needed me to make decision for them. They never spoke out, never did as they pleased.
I wanted a mate; not a s*x-slave.
Daisy was a fire in the middle of the antarctic. Beautiful, wild, and somewhat out of control. She burned as she pleased, heeding the advice of none.
Her Grandmother had been the first to tell me what happened that night. The truth of her heritage had stunned me into silencesomething that never happened before.
While this fact was disturbing and unsettling, I knew where Daisy’s loyalty lied. She might’ve been disobedient, but she was fiercely loyal to those she cared about.
Half-blooded, many werewolves were half-bloods. None however were half-vampire. Even as an Alpha, not much was known about Vampires.
I wouldn’t let this fact affect my pack. I more so wondered how this would affect her, how she would handle it.
“She’s strong.” My wolf murmured, “If anyone can handle this, she can.”
What sent fury rushing through my veins like acid, was the scarlett mark bright on her neck.
I had never seen such a mark before. For just a split second, I hoped it was a tattoo. Something about it glinted cruelly, as if telling the world she now belonged to one of them.
I wantedI needed to know more, to know how to remove the hideous mark from her creamy skin.
Tristan
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