Owen
When we reached the packhouse, Derrick came out to meet us. “What happen?” he asked, clearly concerned.
We walked inside. One of Derrick's members went to get a doctor for Mel, and another brought me clothes. Never letting Mel leave my side, I told Derrick everything. After we finished and the pack doctor looked at Mel’s ankle. Derrick turned to us, “You both need to talk, stay here until we can sort everything. Come, I will show you to a spare room.”
Once in our room, Mel turned to him and whispered, thank you, it was the first time in over two hours I heard her speak. “Come, let’s soak your ankle. The doctor said it would be good for it.” Starting the bath, I added some lavender oils that were in the ensuite bathroom. Then I got into the shower and quickly washed the dried blood off.
When I got back into
I sat in the room, trying to regain my composure. My boyfriend is a shifter, something I thought only existed in fairytales, and he marked me as his mate. I wasn’t sure how I felt. I love Owen, but he kept this from me. It feels like a betrayal. He didn’t trust me enough to be honest; then, he marked me without talking to me about it. I would have said yes, the way he makes me feel is hard to describe. It would be stupid to throw that away. But now, I am not sure. He was the one that preached and preached about the trust, how we needed to be honest with each other.He didn’t technically lie. But he did keep significant information from me because he feared my reaction and that is just as bad. Not only that, my best friend and her family that I thought of as my own did the same. Was it something I did that caused them not to trust me? Would Owen ever have told me if I hadn’t walk outside? Would we be in the cabin now,
In the morning, I woke up to Owen kissing my shoulder. I pretended to be asleep while he kissed up to my neck. His tongue flicked over the mark, and all the muscles in my core tensed. “I know you are awake.” He whispered in my ear as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “Though you’re quite cute when you sleep. I could watch you all day.”His hand was under the sheet and ran up my waist to my breast. He began kneading it. I pulled away and turned to face him. I looked at him and smiled. “Well, since we are up, what do you plan to do with me?”“Terrible, dirty, and naked things.” We gave me a wolfish grin. “Though these hands,” he picked up my hand and laced my fingers with his. “I will have to tie up, can’t have you teasing me.” He got up, and when he did, I took the time to admire his naked body. His muscles were tone, his skin slightly gol
Owen grabbed his basketball shorts, and I threw the covers over my body. When Owen answered the door, he opened it just enough so his head could pull through. “Alpha Derrick wishes a word. Maybe he has an issue with you fucking his daughter under his roof?”“No one was here.”“No, but the house now reeks of sex, and it comes from your room.” The man’s voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.I could hear Owen’s frustration in his voice. “Does Derrick want to see me, or are you just making something up again? Like how I stole your wallet?”There is a story between these two. I wonder what happened. “Yes, the council is here. Please try and not look like, well, a rogue.” I could hear the sneer in the other man’s voice.“I will be there shortly.&rdq
Owen and I stared at each other; our naked bodies only centimeter apart. His injuries were healed entirely, and there was not a mark on him. “Are you sure this is something you want to try? I won’t be upset if you don’t.”“I want you to dominate every part of my body Owen.”He took a sharp gasp. Reaching out, he grabbed me closed the distance between us, his lips pushed against mine, his tongue inside my mouth. He pulled away quickly, motioning me to follow. I sat on the end of the bed, facing the mirror of the dresser. Owen instructed me to get on all fours, spreading my legs wide.Doing as he asked, I watched him in the mirror, staring at his hard cock, I wondered how it was all going to fit inside me. Owen kneeled behind me, massaging my back cheeks with his hands. “I like you like this; I can see your beautiful eyes and stare at your perfect ass.
I could hear the anger in Owen’s voice as he answered the door. “What are you doing here?” His voice sounded lethal, and I could quickly tell whoever was on the other side of that door was not someone Owen wanted to see. I got dressed quickly in a simple pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt and walked out of the bathroom.Owen stood at the door, blocking the person on the other side to come into the room. Owen must have sensed my presents because he turned his head to look at me before looking back. From what I could see, it was an older man in his seventies. He had grey hair and green eyes. The man was tall, maybe just an inch or two shorter than Owen. They had similar facial features and body build.I stood next to Owen. He quickly put his arm around me and pulled me close. I could tell the act was instinctual, whoever this man was, Owen felt uncomfortable and felt he needed to protect me. Whe
OwenThe trees flew past me as my paws barely touched the ground as I ran. I don’t know why I got angry with Mel. What she said was true. My wolf was begging to go back to her. I knew she was crying when I left; I could smell her tears.I have let my wolf run for about an hour, he agreed to let me cool off, but only for an hour. His need to be near her is overwhelming; maybe I put too much into the bond between Mel and I. Perhaps we need space, she complained multiple times of things moving to fast. Perhaps we should take a step back.“If you keep thinking about distancing yourself from her, I will take over. She did nothing wrong, and you know it. You’re all in a mood because she had the guts to say what you couldn’t. You’re upset she isn’t afraid of him.”“I am not afraid of Phillip! I am angry that she doesn
We sat outside the dress shop. Owen kissed my cheek. “Good luck,” he whispered. Giving him a quick thank you, I got out of the car and went inside. There stood a beautiful brunette. She turned to me with a massive smile on her face.“You must be Mel.” She hugged me. “I am Owen’s mother, Vanessa. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you.”“Sorry, we got around as quickly as we could. It was a long night last night.”“No, darling! I mean, it has always been my dream for Owen to find his mate.” She let out a laugh.Vanessa was beautiful. She was slim, and her brown hair cascaded down her back. Her amber eyes glowed like Owen’s. There were five dresses on a rack. Vanessa explained I would try each on; then, she will pack the one that was perfect up so I could wear it tonight. I stared at
“Rachel, go, do your make-up. She doesn’t need anymore!” Leana yelled at Rachel as she tried to add eyeshadow.“Mom, it’s fine. She barely has any. The only thing I did was her eyes. I did a smoky eye; I am just putting in a little silver to add some depth.” Rachel rolled her eyes at her mother.“Thank you, everyone. I feel so loved.” I smiled at all of them. There was a pain in my heart. Someone was missing, a small part of me wanted my mother here, but even more, I wanted my twin. She was missing this, and I felt guilty for living without her. I know that’s silly, but it still felt off. She was a couple of minutes older than me, so I didn’t know my life without her.Leana and Rachel still had their make-up to do so, Vanessa and I left the room. “Are you feeling nervous?” She asked, handing me a glass of champagne.