I pushed him away, wiping my mouth childishly with the back of my hand. His breath reeked of booze and I could just tell that that beer hadn't been his first that evening.
"What do you think you're playing at?" I shouted. Flint drew himself up to his full height, trying to intimidate me. I glared back up at him. Flint said nothing, he just looked at me, his eyes wide.
"You're vile," I choked. "I can read your thoughts and they're disgusting!"
"You think you're so much better than me," he hissed, taking hold of my arm again. "What're you in the grand scheme of things; the Alpha's daughter? That doesn't make you fucking royalty, love."
"I don't think I'm better than you," I snarled. "I know I'm better than you."
He had suddenly turned. Moments ago, he had been an annoying, yet harmless, flirt. Now I was concerned with the fact that he seemed to be a very angry werewolf with alcohol in his system. I tried to back away but he pulled me closer, my body pressing up against him.
"I could have you right now and nobody would ever know," he whispered in my ear. "You should hear some of the things your dear old dad had to say about you at dinner."
I flinched, his words cutting into me like tiny little daggers.
"Apparently, you're well up for it. So, come on, are you going to live up to your reputation?"
"Get knotted!" I shouted, pushing him away.
Flint's eyes flashed black. He stepped towards me, his fist raised and was about to hit me there and then, only to drop it when the door of the kitchen slammed open. Cal stood there, momentarily stunned.
"Flint!" he shouted. Flint whipped around. My gaze dropped to the floor.
"Get out," Cal snarled. I heard Flint leave and then looked up. I was shaking.
"I'm sorry," Cal said, rushing towards me. "He gets like this near full moons; I told him that he needed to run it off but-"
I held up my hand to silence him. I didn't care about his excuses and I didn't care that Cal had been the one to save me yet again. I just wanted to collapse in a pile and start again.
"You'd better tell him that if he comes near me again..." my voice trailed away. I couldn't think of a sufficient threat. Tell dad; he would just say that I goaded him into it and I deserved whatever was coming to me. Leave? I had nowhere else to go and there was a pack of vicious werewolves waiting and watching my every move.
"He won't," Cal promised. "You're shaking." I nodded, willing myself to stop. I didn't want him to know how this had affected me. I didn't want him to know that I hadn't fully thought about the consequences of staying in a house full of werewolves this close to the full moon. I suppose Flint was just a victim of a maturing wolf. It didn't help that he acted like a goon the rest of the time.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I forced a smile.
"It takes more than that to stop me," I said. Cal didn't smile. Instead, he drew out a chair and sat down in it.
"He's just looking for a mate," he muttered darkly, not to anyone in particular.
"And he wanted me?" I asked in disbelief. Cal nodded numbly. Well that explained it a bit more. But still...mating with that? I would have rather become a nun and stay celibate for the rest of my life if it meant not being with him.
"I don't know why anyone would want a mate," I said, looking out of the window. "I would hate to have someone protecting me all of the time. I don't care enough to actually listen to them."
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The Alpha's Daughter (Un-Edited Version)Werewolf
*This is only Rated-R because of the bad language; when I edit it, it'll be back down to PG-13!* He's a member of the Knight Pack; drifting in and out of happiness. She's the estranged daughter of the Alpha with the dodgy past. Together they drive e...