Mine A Werewolf Romance

Chapter 14 AND Epilogue

CHAPTER 14

Mecca's POV

We got Andrew back to the house and a good condition and they loaded him in the barn house and got him and Molly in bed for rest. Safe and sound. Finally!

I let out a breath, more relaxed as me and Jay curled up on the couch downstairs on the main floor of the barn house. I closed my eyes and snuggled into him, inhaling his scent and squeezing him tighter.

"How are you feeling?" I asked lowly.

"Good," he said. He had been attacked by three wolves. Thank God for Vic and the others, helping him as soon as he let out a yelp. He wasn't that bad, well not as bad as Molly and Andrew. His spine was shattered in three areas and Molly was just a mess. She had had a miscarrage during her stay there and several broken bones and a concussion. She was okay, they were both in the healing process and on bed rest.

I ran my hand over his chest and kissed his neck lightly. He let out a happy breath and held me tighter.

There was a small knock on the barn door and I heard it open slowly and smelled a strong scent walk in. It burned my nostrils, pine... musky and sexy. Irrisistable. My heart accelerated and my breath caught in my throat. Just that scent caught me. My eyes opened and I looked into a pair of foxy ice blue eyes, they gazed back at me... stabbing into my soul and making their way into my heart.

"Uh, er... I..." he drifted off. His voice was like smooth velvet. Deep and beautiful, music to my ears and made my body feel warm and a small tingle.

Jay went tense. Hard and not moving. All of a sudden he was on his feet and I was dumped onto the couch and he stormed out of the barn. Leaving me alone with my mate.

Molly's POV

I woke up and blinked my vision clear. Everything was blurry and my head seemed to spin. I let my eyes fall closed and then slowly opened them as my world slowed. I looked over and found Andrew laying flat on his back next to me. He was bruised and had some scars on his face, forehead and across his nose, jaw, cheek and eyebrow. I reached over and stroked his cheek softly and laid there, admiring his face. His battle scars, his beauty...

I let out a breath and rested my face between his neck and where it hooked with his shoulder and took in a breath and moving closer to him. Loving his scent and the feel of his hot smooth body pressed to mine. I felt soar, bruised and banged up but nothing drastic. I almost lost him, his feel, scent, looks, and everything! I would have lost myself. Even if I wouldn't have died, like we weren't mated, I would have lost myself. I wouldn't have known what to do. I would have been lost, confused and broken. This man was my world, my love, my bestfriend, my mate... my other half. I would be incomplete.

He stirred in his sleep and let out a small groan and his eyes opened slowly and he ran his hands over them. He looked over at me and his eyes went a little softer, less tense and more relaxed. He laid there and reached over and enveloped his arms around me, holding me securely to his body and he kissed my cheek.

"I'm never letting you go every again," he chuckled.

I smiled and let my fingers massage his chest lightly. "I'm holding that on you," I said lowly and kissed his chest.

"I missed you so much, and I feel terrible we didn't get you quicker." He said running his hands over my back lightly.

"I understand, and I'm home now and were both okay and thats all that matters to me." I smiled and kissed him lightly. "Dont worry about it."

We sat there in a long peaceful silence. I had to break it.

"Andrew?"

"Hmm?" He hummed.