Grayson:"Please? I'm not even going to sleep in the same bed as you, I promise," Prince Shithead asks for the millionth time. I groan, throwing my head back."Fine." He lets out a sigh of relief, smiling. I walk to the bathroom and close the door. I just got convinced to sleep in the same room as him. That means... I can't escape tonight... I'll try again tomorrow; I'm dead tired from all that running. By sleeping here, I have to take a big risk. I take off my contact lenses, throwing them in the toilet and flushing them. I stare at the mirror: nope. This is all kinds of nope. I hate my eyes. I walk out the bathroom and immediately go onto the bed, so that Prince Shithead can't see them. I know I hate him, but no one deserves to see these hideous orbs. "Can I sleep on the bed?" He asks softly. "Sure thing, just lemme go back home to sleep in my own bed," I reply. He sighs, and walks over to a couch in the corner, turning off the lights. I could feel his stare burning holes in my
Gabriel:Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.I groan as my alarm goes off. I turn it off, before realizing that I'm in my couch. I glance over at my bed and see her sleeping, on her stomach, all spread out. Her... I don't even know her name. I got up and walked over to her. She looked so... I don't know, pretty, I guess?"Our mate isn't just pretty. She's beautiful," Gavin says. "Yeah but, isn't it too early to call her beautiful?" I ask."She's our mate! I already knew she was beautiful before we even met her!" Gavin exclaims. I roll my eyes and check my phone. FUCK, I'm getting late! I don't even have time to shower! I quickly ran ran to my closet and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt before running to my office to do some Alpha shit, grabbing some coffee along the way. So much fucking paperwork to do! Sometimes I hate being an Alpha. But hey, all the girls go all over me for it. After finally finishing my work, I walk in my room and close the door behind me, dropping my bag
Grayson:So now we're driving back to hell the castle. I'm repetitively hitting my head back on the seat."Don't do that," Prince Shithead growls. "You'll hurt yourself, love," He adds in a softer tone. I stop hitting my head on the seat for a second, and started hitting my head on the window instead. "Grayson," He says in a deep, threatening voice. I look at him, still hitting my head on the window. "I'll make you sit on my lap if I have to," He states. I roll my eyes."You'll make me sit on your lap if you want us to die in a car accident," I reply sharply. He sighs."Why do you have to be so complicated?" "Hey! I'm not complicated! I just like having freedom," I state. I'm still hitting my head against the window."You'll get your freedom when I know that you won't run away from me."After a while of driving, he abruptly stops the car and unbuckles my seat belt. Before I have time to react, he pulls me onto his lap, with my legs in between his, and starts driving again. I look up
Grayson: "Let's go to sleep," Prince Shithead says."Not on the same bed, alright?" He frowns."Please?" "No.""Mates are supposed to sleep together," He pleads."But we're not-" I say, but get interrupted by him:"We are mates, we'll sleep on the same bed.""Hey, what if like, we meet a human. Like, what are you gonna say to that person?" I ask."What do you mean?" He asks."Like, how are you gonna say that we're 'mates' to them?" "I'll say that your my girlfriend," He says. I furrow my brows."I'm not your girlfriend.""Yes you are. End of discussion," He says."No I'm not," I argue."Well that's too bad. I'll only let you watch the UEFA EURO 2016 Final if you agree to be my girlfriend," He says, smirking. I huff."Fine. You're my girlfriend.""Wait, what?""We're girlfriends. End of discussion,""No that's not what I m-" He starts."-You said that you'll lemme watch the Final if we became girlfriends," I cut him off."No I said if you become my girlfriend," He responds."I am yo
Grayson:"Wanna go have dinner with the rest of the pack again?" Prince Shithead asks. Uhhhhhhhhh... I didn't want to offend him by saying that his pack is a bunch of assholes, but truly I'd rather skip dinner than get roasted over there again.Prince Shithead must've read my thoughts or something."Or maybe we could just order some pizza and stay here. If you want," He adds. A tiny smile made its way on my face."Sure," I reply. A few minutes later, we were laying on the bed an empty box of pizza."I'm full," I state, chewing on the crust of my last pizza."Same here," He responds. He ate 5 slices, and I ate 3. We both stayed silent for a while."Thanks," I finally say. He looks at me, confused."For what?" He asks. I shrug."For not making me go down there," I answer. He chuckles."I didn't want to go there either. Delilah's such a pain in the ass. I can't believe that I used to date her," He says."You were dating her?" I ask in disbelief. Well, I don't know why I'm surprised, I m
Gabriel:Her eyes. Her eyes are green. Not just any green. Bright-ass green. My favorite color. They're so bright. It's like all the stars are in her eyes. They're perfect. They're beautiful. She's beautiful.I don't know how I stood there, mesmerized by all that beauty. It could've been a split second, or a year. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was a split second, because now, she has me pinned on the floor, and she's beating the shit outta me. "Whoa whoa whoa, calm down," I say, trying to dodge her hits. She growls in response, before wrapping hand around my throat, keeping my head in place and blocking off my wind pipe. With her other hand, she starts punching my face, hard. I grab her wrists with my hands, and roll over, trapping her underneath me. Her captivating green eyes stare at me angrily."Ok listen. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to-" I get cut off by a kick in my... Area...A few seconds later, she was back to beating the shit outta me."Dad! I'm getting
Grayson: This time, I put on a different dress. A simple white lacy dress. The maids put white flowers in my hair and gave me some white jewelry to accessorize. I guess I looked okay.Just as I finish getting ready, Prince Shithead walks in. "Boii, you be lookin' fiiiiineeee," Grace says. Strangely, I found myself agreeing with her. His chestnut-brown hair is neatly slicked back, and he's wearing a fitting suit, which subtly defines his muscles. "That dress is definetely better," He states, eying me up and down. I can't even get mad at him checking me out, because I'm doing the same. Ok maybe I should stop. His eyes travel up to my face, and he's once again staring into my eyes, slightly frowning. He actually thought I was going to take off my contact lenses"Can we like, go now?" I ask impatiently. I was getting pretty hungry... Prince Shithead chuckles, before stepping to my side."Shall we go, m'lady?" He asks, holding out his hand for me. I glare at him."Yes we fucking shall,
Gabriel:Fuck.I can't get that image out of my head. Grayson in that little red dress. Her beautiful, long, tanned legs, her flat, toned stomach, basically everything about her sexy body... Fuck... I can't control the dirty thoughts I'm having. The desire, the urge, the craving...In a blink of an eye, I rolled over, and I am now hovering on top of my beautiful sleeping mate. Without even thinking, I lean down and kiss her forehead. I move my lips to her ears and gently nibble on her earlobe. My lips make their way down, down her cheeks, down her jawline, down her neck... They stop at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. The kisses become more passionate, more lustful. In less than a second, I'm now hungrily sucking on that area, unable to control my desire. A tiny moan comes out of her mouth, though she's still sleeping. This encourages me even more. I slip a hand up her shirt, feeling the smooth bare skin of her waist, though not going any higher. The sparks I'm feeling a