Owen asks, "Have you eaten dinner?" "No, I was too nervous to eat. The last thing I wanted to do was eat then get sick in front of you." Ugh, what is wrong with me? Why did I say that? "Do you think you could eat now?""That depends. Are you hungry too?" He gives me a nod and smiles. "Then, yes, I could eat.""What time is it?" He glances at the clock. "Ten, there is this amazing Italian place down the road. Do you like Italian food?" I give him a nod. "Great, grab your shirt and shoes, and wellhead out."When we are both ready, he takes my hand. The second our skin touches, I want more. Tingles shoot from my hand to the rest of my body. "Drive or walk?""What?" I am so focused on the tingling sensation I can barely hear what he says."We can drive if you don't want to walk. It will be about a ten-minute drive or a fifteen-minute walk.""It's a nice night, let's walk." I don't want to tell him that I want to walk so we can keep holding hands. We walk in comfortable silence. He holds
OwenIt's a quarter until six. Mel will be here soon. I feel anxious, pacing back and forth in my office. I try and calm my nerves.‘Relax, she is made for us. She needs us just as much as we need her.’ My wolf seems calm."Yeah, I know. It's just I don't want to frighten Mel, but I want to take care of her."‘She's here. I smell her.’"Why is she just standing in front of the door?" I go to my desk and pull out some papers, trying to look busy. Still, she doesn't seem to move.‘Go to the door.’I debate on if I should answer or not. After about a minute, I rush to the door. Once I have a chance to catch my breath, I open the door. She is standing there looking like she is just about to knock."Please come in.”I sit on a chair across from the couch. I can't keep my eyes off, Melony. She is wearing an oversize grey graphic t-shirt, black leggings, and pink sneakers—her hair in a bun, and she has a little make-up on her eyes.‘Our mate is so naturally beautiful.’She truly is beautiful.
I am just about asleep when the door slowly opens. I am not sure how, but I know it’s Owen. He is calm and seems concerned."Mel, are you okay?"I sit up in bed quickly and look at him. The room is so dark I can't see his face, but I can make out his silhouette.How do I answer that? No, I am not okay, but I don't understand why I'm not okay. I am trying to protect myself and keep my personal feelings to the side, but every time I'm near you, my heart skips a beat. No, I can't say that. Maybe telling him the truth is the best course of action, you know what they say, ‘honesty is the best policy.’"Owen. I should apologize to you. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I know you don't date. When we were at dinner, it felt like a date. That scared me. I don't want to get to know someone only to have them walk out of my life in three months.""I don't plan on leaving in three months. I need you to trust me, Mel. We build trust by answering and asking questions.""You gave me the shorte
I wake up feeling incredibly hot. I slowly open my eyes to see Owen. He is holding me to his body like a child does a lovey. Prying myself from his grasp, I slip out of bed. After drinking a bottle of water right before bed, I must use the bathroom. I grab his shirt off the floor and make my way down the hall. When I finish, I know there is no going back to sleep. Maybe I should make Owen breakfast. What does he like for breakfast? I open the fridge and, to my surprise, find it fully stocked. I grab eggs, bacon, and milk. Then I open the pantry and pull out sugar, flour, and vanilla extract. I find bowls, pans, and utensils before getting to work.I start to think of Sam while I am mixing the ingredients to make pancakes. She and I would wake up on Saturday morning and cook breakfast. French toast was her favorite, while mine is chocolate chip waffles. Our mom would still be out with some random guy. She usually left Friday night, and we saw her sometime on Sunday or early Monday.I a
Snow crunched under my feet as I ran. I could hear the creature behind me, and it was gaining. I needed a plan. Maybe climb a tree? Find a weapon? Something and fast. All of a sudden, it was in front of me—a giant dark brown wolf. I screamed; its red eyes met my grey as it licked its lips."You don't want to eat me. I promise I don't taste good. I might smell sweet, but that's just perfume." It took a step closer to me. I took a step back; when I did, it growled. I took another step back. It snarled at me and leaped forward; I closed my eyes and braced for the impact.
I woke up Sunday morning. It was already nine. When we signed the contract, Owen told me I could leave at ten. I didn't want to go, but this was a business deal. I got out of bed, went to the spare room where my things were, and started packing up. When I finished packing, I brought my bag into the living room. It was almost ten. Should I wake Owen and tell him I'm about to leave? Maybe just a note?I decided on the note.Owen,I didn't want to wake you, but I know the contract said to leave at ten. I'll see you next Friday at 7.MelWith that done, I called a cab and left.I should have known Rachel would be waiting for me. There were no pleasantries; instead, I was met with "He's got a nice dick, right?". All I could do was roll my eyes and turn red. "You look so relaxed. If I knew all you needed was a good dicking, I would have gotten you laid a long time ago," she gave me a sly smile."Do you have to be so crude, Rach?""Yes," she looked at me as if I was the idiot for even asking.
OwenI run out of Mel's apartment. All I see is red; my wolf is snarling demanding blood."She didn't deserve the pain in her life. Kill everyone who made her cry. All her tears need avenging!""They will pay, we need to figure out how to make her life easier for now." It's finally Friday. I have barely slept this week. Every night has been bad dreams, or sleep would not even come to me. I probably look like a dumpster fire. There are bags under my eyes, my face lost color, and holding a conversation is way harder than it should be. I look like a zombie and act like one too.Owen doesn't look much better. "Have you had a hard time sleeping too?" I ask him."Yeah, it's been a rough week."Latest chapter
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It's finally Friday. I have barely slept this week. Every night has been bad dreams, or sleep would not even come to me. I probably look like a dumpster fire. There are bags under my eyes, my face lost color, and holding a conversation is way harder than it should be. I look like a zombie and act like one too.Owen doesn't look much better. "Have you had a hard time sleeping too?" I ask him."Yeah, it's been a rough week."Latest chapter