Love Bites

Run Bitch, Run

Love Bites

"Run Bitch, Run"

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© 2013 Nelly and Kaylen

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Cameron's POV

I stared at the small sloppy scribbles of James' writing and crinkled my eyes. "What is that?!" I held the paper up to James and he rolled his eyes.

"Cam, it says that she's a good fighter."

"Oh," I smirked, "I thought you wrote she was a good fucker."

"Ivy Pierce probably is a good fucker." He stared up at me. "But you'll probably never find out, will you?"

I clenched my jaw and opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off but he kept going.

"What are you going to do about this, Cameron?"

How about we play the let's-act-stupid-game?

"What are you talking about?" I turned around on my chair, facing away from him and placed a stack of clean papers in the printer, tapping my fingers against the mahogany wood of my red dark desk.

"Cameron," James growled lowly.

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you think I should do? There's nothing I can do about it."

"Yes there is."

I raised my eyebrows up at him and rested my back against the black leather chair in my office, holding my hands together waiting for his answer.

"You can reject or accept her."

I laughed---of course it was forced. "James, it's not that simple!"

"Yes it is." He stated matter-of-factly. "All you have to do is reject her or accept her, you take your pick. Though I'm sure as hell that if it were me I'd accept Ivy. I mean do you see her? She's a fucking beautiful beast! Every time I see her I just want to---"

I growled.

"Watch it, James. That's my mate you're talking about."

"Oh really?" he challenged. "Last time I checked there's not a mark in her neck stating she's yours. Hell I don't even think she knows she's yours."

I growled again. My wolf didn't like this. Ivy not knowing made me feel uneasy. I mean wasn't the female wolf supposed to find out first about her mate? Why didn't she say anything about us?

Didn't she feel the pull I felt? The need to rip her clothes off and hump her like a mad dog?

Fuck what am I saying?!

She's Ivy Pierce!

A woman wanted by every man in this fucking world and I have her---but I can't have her. Or I don't want her---that's more accurate. I don't want her.

Why?

Because I have Melody.

A horny-bitchy-annoying-stupid-sexy-redhead.

"Exactly," James smirked. Then he shook his head. "Man, I don't know how you do it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

He relaxed back into the chair and shrugged. "Choose Melody over Ivy. I mean come on! Do you see how packed with muscles and curves Ivy is? She's smart and she's a fighter! Melody is just a," he shuddered, "there aren't words repulsive enough to explain what she is."

I sighed. "She's your Luna, James. Please respect her."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll respect her once she gains it."