RAYHAN
Ten minutes later, I was out in the cold, wet streets. As a werewolf I didn’t really feel the chill, we were pretty hot-blooded. Lost in thought, I let my feet carry me and soon I realised I was in a quieter area. I saw a group of men standing against the wall, sniffing drugs and smoking. The smell made me want to wrinkle my nose."Pretty boy looks loaded… Shall we rough him up?" One of them muttered.
"Too stupid to be out here… Those clothes are fucking branded mate, I swear…"
"His boots alone are fucking gold mines."
Oh, you better not pick a fight with me… I might look like a rich dude, but I could take them all with one hand tied behind my back. I really didn’t want to. I frowned, actually I did want to have some fun.
A smirk crossed my face as I carried on walking, hands in my pocket.
They really were asking for it…
They began to follow me. I slowed down, turning around and raising an eyebrow.
"Can I help you boys?" I asked.
"What ya think mate? Think you’re some big shot or some shit like that?" One of them sniggered in his strong accent.
"No, just a pretty boy stupid enough to be out here all alone." I teased with amusement.
That made them look a little confused, probably wondering if it was a coincidence that I said exactly what they had moments earlier. I knew if they were in their right minds, none of them would have approached me. They were too high on drugs to sense that I was not someone to trifle with.
"Well, since you’re here, shall we have some fun?" One of the chunkier ones said, cracking his knuckles.
I sighed and shrugged. Clearly, they couldn’t see that I was more muscular than them all.
"Let’s play then. Come on pretty boy, let’s have some fun." Another snickered.
"I really wish I could say at least one of you boys is my type, but each of your faces is worse than a donkey's backside, and that in itself is a total turn off." I remarked, running my fingers through my hair.
They burst into laughter, jeering and swearing.
"Hear that guys? News flash pretty boy, you’re the bitch here."
My eyes flashed, my smile vanishing as anger flared up inside me. Neither I nor my wolf were going to take insults from anyone, let alone some low-life jerks.
"Let’s put that to the test then." I said quietly.
My aura wrapped around me, and although I was keeping it low, my anger radiated off of me. They tensed when I walked over to them, but before they could react, I grabbed the first one and punched him in the face. The next two jumped at me; I stepped back, letting them smash into each other. Another tried to sneak up behind me but I spun around, kicking him straight in the face.
"Fuck you, you piece of shit!"
The apparent leader of these scum bags ran at me. I grabbed him by the neck, holding him away as he swung the small knife he had pulled out at me.
"You should learn some respect." I growled, my eyes blazing.
Fighting every urge to snap his neck, I instead punched him in the throat, doing my best to hold all my strength back. The last two backed away fearfully.
"He… isn’t normal…" One of them mumbled when they caught sight of me.
I knew they meant my glowing green eyes, even in the dim streetlights the change was visible. By tomorrow, they would have forgotten about tonight, thanks to the excessive amount of drugs in their system, or they would assume they had hallucinated.
"I wouldn’t run if I were you, because I always love a chase…" My voice was no longer completely human, my wolf’s overlaying with my own.
They looked even more terrified as I walked over towards them. Grabbing them by the collars, I slammed their heads together, letting them fall like ragdolls. I didn’t really want to deal with human trash any longer. I glanced at the floor where they all lay, most of them unconscious.
Time to get out of here…
I made sure to step on a few of their family jewels with my so-called ‘goldmine boots’ before I walked away.
The two who weren’t completely out of it shrieked in pain, sounding like little girls and drawing a smirk to cross my lips.
Well, that was a bit fun.
My mind once again drifted to the dream. I hadn’t dreamt of her or that day for over five months, so why was it back now? I had a dull headache coming on.
I couldn’t really talk about it to anyone. Not properly anyway, not how I truly felt… Everyone seemed to get funny if the conversation was even brought up. Dad, I could try, but he’d tell Mom and Mom hated the topic.
The only ones who seemed to be on the same page as me, were Kiara and Raven. Neither was someone I could talk to. For one, I didn’t have Raven’s number and we weren’t that close. Kiara… Well, although we were friends, she was now my uncle’s mate. Me sleeping with her didn’t help our relationship, and although I and Uncle Al were getting on better terms again, I was not going to be messaging her and giving him a reason to try to tear me to pieces.
I guess it was just me and my dreams.
I kicked a stray bottle on the ground, watching it hit the far wall and shatter into a thousand pieces. A startled cat meowed and two dogs barked in the distance.
As I rounded the corner, I caught a whiff of the most enticing scent I'd ever smelled. My heart rate picked up and the urge to find the source of that scent consumed me.
I broke into a run, following it as I made my way into the worst parts of the city. Through small side alleys and over low walls, my wolf was becoming restless, the urge to shift and track in wolf form was threatening to take over. Something about this scent… Goddess, it was divine, no doubt about it.
I heard some commotion up ahead; the scent suddenly became stronger. I sped up, and just then, I saw a slender young woman running towards me, looking over her shoulders. Her heart was pounding, her breathing heavy, her very pale hair covering her face. Two pairs of heavier footsteps were approaching as well and the smell of witches mixed with her intoxicating one.
I froze on the spot, my heart pounding as I stared at the young woman- the source of that scent.
The realisation struck me like a bolt of lightning. This girl… this human… she…
As she looked over her shoulder, she was so preoccupied with her own panic that she slammed straight into me. Sparks erupted, shooting through me like a sizzling live wire. The moment our bodies made contact, she would’ve gone tumbling to the ground if I didn’t catch her. My hand snaked around her tiny waist and she gasped, looking up at me, her hands gripping the leather of my jacket. From behind her locks, her stunning, vibrant blue eyes widened. Never had I ever seen a prettier pair of eyes.
Her scent enveloped me, and the moment her breasts grazed against my thin shirt, my eyes flashed. The urge to mark her, coursing through me.
Goddess… She’s my mate.
DELSANRA "Hidden in plain sight… You have done well to stay under the radar. To think, we were passing through here by accident." I turned to look at the witch, who had black hair and piercing green eyes, wearing a black cloak. The man wore a leather jacket, with a badge on his left upper arm that consisted of a black six-pointed star on a blood-red background. I knew who he was. A high knight of the coven, a son of a powerful witch. Something Dawson had been training to become years ago. I didn’t recognise either of the two, but they were both strong. When the knight project was established, I knew they were laying the groundwork for the formation of a powerful army. I stepped back. It was too late to play dumb. They somehow knew who I was… How though? "You can drop the dumb act. She's rather pretty for a cursed one, don't you think?" Muttered the man. He took something out of his pocket, and I frowned at what looked like papers with
RAYHAN I awoke to the sound of running water, I sat up feeling the pain in my body. What the fuck had happened? Where was she? Was she ok? I calmed down when I smelt her scent, it surrounded me strongly. This was her place; I don’t know how, but she had brought me here. I smiled slightly. That was sweet of her. Why were witches after her? And after witnessing all that, why did she bring me here? I wasn’t sure what it was, but there was more to her. I looked around her place, it was tiny. The small bed took up a quarter of the room. To one side were some boxes and a faded suitcase. There was a small kitchen cupboard with a sink fitted. A table next to it held a portable cooker and a kettle. Under the table was a box of cereal, a loaf of bread and a few other tins. There was a small mini-fridge on the floor next to the table. On the opposite wall was a chair that was holding a few ironed items of clothing, and I saw that just underneath it stood an iron.
DELSANRA He was confusing me. Why did I feel like my words had hurt him? The guilt and regret in those eyes… I looked away to keep myself composed. Maybe if I just told him, he’d leave. "Ok... back up a little." I said, placing my hands on his arms. He really was built… I firmly pushed him back, feeling the muscle under my fingers. His stormy grey eyes met mine and I didn’t miss how his gaze dipped to my lips. That was confusing me too. Surely someone as handsome as him had a line of women waiting for him, not to mention that he stated that earlier. He finally stepped back but it looked like it had been hard for him to do so. I took a deep breath, "How about you go clean up? I’ll make some coffee…" I said. I just needed a moment. I was relieved when he nodded and walked to the bathroom. I opened the fridge and prayed I had enough milk for two mugs of coffee. I really needed it after how tonight went. Nope… Oh we
RAYHAN Her eyes widened, and I knew she was having a hard time believing that. "When you ran into me, I felt it. Your scent… You’re made for me." Ok, maybe throwing that bomb was not the smartest thing to do, but I didn’t want to leave her. Not in this small apartment that wasn’t safe at all. Not to mention, my bathroom was three times bigger than her place. She laughed nervously. Goddess, that sound. It was a breathy, sexy laugh that sent my heart racing. "Yeah, good joke. You’re damn delusional. Now, get out." "I’m not lying. Why else do you think I’m not losing my cool when you insult me?" Shit. Wrong remark. I saw the flash of worry in her eyes, the way her heart hammered and how she balled her fist. "Oh yeah... Apart from your mates, you treat everyone else like trash that you can beat and abuse as and when you wish, right? Yeah, I’ve experienced it all. Now leave before I force you to." She replied coldly.
RAYHAN I’m seriously beginning to wonder if I’m speaking a different language or something. I had just explained to the three of them how I met her. Yeah, Chris went and got the girls too, so here we were sitting as I impatiently kept glancing at the time. I needed to go to her. "So let me sum this up. You went for a walk, your mate ran into your arms, and then you killed some witches. Then she took you home, took care of you, and then told you to get out?" Lola asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would she do that…?" Rose asked, frowning slightly. "Wait, she’s a human, isn't she?!" Ok, time to tell them… But… I looked at Chris. Both his parents had died in Endora’s attack. I still remember the day he was told, the pain and denial in his eyes before he looked at Dad and asked what duties he wanted him to do first. Taking the spot as Delta first and mourning the loss of his parents second. I suddenly realised, with a cold rush of clarity, that I ne
DELSANRA Why? Just why did he have to come here to my workplace?! Last night I hadn’t been able to sleep. All I could do was replay everything he said and did… I hated how he confused me, or the way my heart reacted to him. I knew there were rare cases where witches and werewolves had been mated. Most ended in the witch being used and rejected. The very thought made me sick. I had actually thought he’d leave, and not just come back to annoy me. I think it was time to leave. My heart clenched at the thought. Great… Just great, one more person to run from… The way he had attacked the man next to him, the anger I had seen in his eyes… I shuddered. I hated werewolves, I had been a punch-bag for them for long enough… Even after I ran away from Lilly and Alfred’s cottage, I had run into more trouble. Werewolves. When they found out I was a witch… I pushed the memories away, the pain of those memories was crippling me. They had used m
RAYHAN I let him fall to the floor, almost unconscious, with blood dripping from his nose and a busted lip. Fuck, I wanted to kill him. I kicked him hard in his stomach. I stepped back. My mate had a fucked-up life and it was destroying me. Wasn’t this sleazebag meant to be her damn boss? What a shit-face. From the moment this prick called her to his office, I knew something was up. I had followed and listened to the conversation, but she had handled it well. The others had said I needed to leave. Although they had witnessed everything, they didn’t question it, and I was grateful for that. I knew I’d have to be more open about it but now wasn’t the time. I stayed behind to keep a watch on her from across the street as she worked. I now crouched down, grabbing this fuck-face by his collar. He was already out of it, but I slammed him against the car. "Touch my girl again and I swear I will kill you." I didn’t care if he heard or not; the
DELSANRA I wanted him to realise that his kind were monsters, that I could never accept them… I wanted him to realise that and just leave me alone. But the effect this had… He was able to pull out of the memory before he had even seen the worst of it and the anger that radiated from him made me stumble backwards. His eyes blazed green and his voice was terrifying. "Who the fuck were they?" I didn’t know, but if I said that, would he take his anger out on me? I couldn’t be so sure. Our eyes met and his returned to their usual gorgeous grey. He walked towards me, but I stepped back. "I… I don’t know who they were." I flinched when he raised his hands, only for my eyes to widen in surprise as he cupped my face. The rough pads of his fingers felt good against my cool skin. My heart skipped a beat when he looked down at me, the pain and anguish that I saw in his made my own eyes sting. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing