The Marked Wolves.

Nora's Story

Note- I was totally picturing Chris Hemsworth the entire time writing this. 

Nora Vale

The first night

" Tell.Me.Your.Name." 

His voice had be burning. It brought fear to be and at the same time brought a new fire inside me. 

This man stopped the burning sensation in my chest, with just a touch and replaced it with a burning desire to be touched, kissed and loved by him. 

" Don't make me ask you again." He growled. 

" It's Nora." I whispered to him , my fingers clenching his shirt. 

He had brought me to what looked like his room and placed me in a chair. Now he kneeled infront of me, his handsome ruggid face looking fustrated as he gazed at me. 

" Who are you Nora?"

" Just a girl." I whispered, shaking my head as tears fell. 

" Why are you in this castle, Nora?" He pressed angrily. 

" Fo-for my mate." I told him, biting my lip as more tears escaped. 

Suddenly his large, warm hands began wiping the tears away gently. He didn't say anything as he continued to look me over. 

" Why were you in pain earlier?" He finally asked. 

Nervously I looked down at my chest and back at him. 

I watched as he furrowed his eyebrows, and reached for my dress. pulling down the material I closed my eyes embarssed that he was seeing my small breast. 

" You have my mark?" Was all he said, and not the happiest tone either. 

" I dont know.." I said truthfully, my voice blubbery from the crying. 

" You don't know. You expect me to trust you with that?" Standing up he began pacing the room. 

" Please...I-Im scared." I told him. " I -feel -"

" What do you feel?" He snarled, almost too quickly. 

" Like youre.." I looked down, not wanting to finish my words. 

" Go on." He forced, coming back to where I was sitting again. 

" -my mate." 

A dark chuckle came out of him, and I watched as his eyes darkened and veins began to darken on his neck, then followed up and down the rest of his body. As intimidating as it was, I couldn't help but find this mans power attracive. 

His sharp jawline and soft curve of his nose were perfect to stare at . Though his golden hair gave him a old aged look that I couldn't help but swoon at. 

" Mate." He spoke bitterly, coming closer to my face. 

My eyes kept betraying me as I tried to look away but I was drawn to him. 

" I don't need a mate." He spoke. 

" Never have..."
His voice became quieter, his heavy breath loudening.