Marcy's Point of View
His scent was pretty easy to catch after our little.... 'incident'.
I was able to track down his house and lucky for me, no one was home. I used the little skill I actually acquired to climb a tree leading to a balcony on the side of the house that recked most of my ..mate.
His room was actually neater then I imagined. He had a huge bed off to the far left corner, a plasma t.v hanging from the wall on the opposite end of the room and a desk with a laptop on it.
Clean, but boring. This boy was probably picture perfect to his parents. Clean, organized.... ha, yeah right.
He'd be coming home soon, he'd see me here and probably go insane. Goood, thats what he deserves. He deserves the feeling of not knowing what's gonnna happen next, the loss of control over everything that's happening..just like today, in that damn closet.
After going through most of the channels on his huge t.v, I heard a noise coming from down stairs. Footsteps, getting closer and closer, faster as they neared the room I was invading.
His scent got stronger.
When he opened the door, my breath got caught in my throat.
Was he really that beautiful this morning? Could one boy actually look that good without trying?
''No marcy, stop. He marked us, remember?" my wolf reminded.
Right. Back to HIM.
He stalked toward me, a very un easy look on his face, and for awhile he just stared at me, just looking, then he opened his mouth and all thoughts of anger and redemption left my mind.
"What are you doing here? " He asked.
"I...I don't" I stuttered. Why? ...Out of all damn times to forget what I was gonna say, what I needed to say, what my own damn name was!
"You...you shouldn't be here...I can't help myself if he takes control again. Please."
I was losing this battle. I needed to get it out while I still had somewhat a chance, "Why, why did you mark me?"
"My wolf....I...we needed you. Even now we still do."
"He speaks the truth Marcy" my wolf whined. 'Oh great, NOW you choose to take his side.'
He walked closer, closer, and I felt myself backing up, but I wasn't scared.
"You shouldn't have come Marcy, just seeing you here in my room, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I can't-" he began, "don't be mad at me."
Anger rushed through me instantly.
"Don't be mad?! How can I not, you marked me without my permission! I can't stay here! I can't!.." I was so furious I didn't realize how close I had gotten to him. How close I was to his arms and chest and eyes, and when I looked into those eyes, I realized I made a big mistake .
"YOU ARE MINE! " he roared, with eyes black as night, as he crashed his lips to mine.
And as much as I wanted to fight it, I couldn't. The kiss burned with passion I hadn't ever felt or seen before in all my life. All my built up aggression from leaving my home and running away was realised and turned into sparks that ignited the kiss even more.
Maybe it was the mark. Maybe it was cause he was a damn good kisser, but I let him kiss me, I let him hold me, I let him into a place I swore I'd keep protected with walls built sky high...my heart.
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To Love a Alpha
WerewolfI should have let her go about 5 seconds ago, then again, maybe I shouldn't have brought her to a janitors closet, pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her like there was no tomorrow ... maybe then my wolf wouldn't have completely lost it, got...
