Chapter 7: Confused
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-Wylder-
The wolf standing before me was nothing but a small thing, yet I sensed something within her. Something dark, almost powerful. I wondered why that was. I wanted to know more. I wanted to peer into the depths of her little heart and see just how dark it truly was, and she displayed a certain audacity as well, daring to demand her release. But as my Luna, wasn’t she supposed to be capable of challenging me?
“I don’t have a mate…” she uttered.
I smiled darkly.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I declared. “You just found me.”
She appeared even more astonished, if that were possible.
“So, how could you have experienced this before?” I inquired.
“Because it happened before,” she replied.
“But you don’t bear a mark.”
“What?”
“Listen, I’m eager to claim you as mine as well, but I don’t understand where this mark you speak of has gone.”
“What are you talking about? Claiming me as yours… When did I ask you to?”
Oh, she really had guts, didn’t she? I sort of liked it, not that I wouldn’t teach her what else her mouth could be used for.
“Just now,” I replied.
“When?”
“You said ‘go ahead’,” I replied. “So, since you so sweetly asked…”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her close, and her eyes widened in surprise, like big round circles, as if she hadn’t expected that to happen.
“I can tell them to turn around, or we can just do it in my car if you’re so eager,” I leaned down to her ear and whispered.
“Eager for what?” she asked, pressing a hand into my chest.
Oh, I like that!
My wolf, Dayton, suddenly jumped forward. He was excited and wanted me to allow him to play with the little wolf, but I held him back for now.
“You said go ahead and get it over with. You must be in a hurry, then,” I teased.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“To be mine.”
“To get away from you!” she corrected me.
To… what? What is that little wolf talking about?
Yes, now I was very confused as well and slightly pissed.
“What?” I asked.
“What did you think I was talking about?” she inquired.
“What were you talking about?” I asked her.
“I asked first.”
“I’m alpha.”
She narrowed her eyes as I pointed out my alpha status, but then she pressed me backward even harder now with two hands. I moved not because she pushed me, but because I sensed she wanted a little space. I didn’t give her much, though. I kept my hands on her hips, and I noticed how warm and soft she felt.
Think about gripping them as we take her from behind!
It was becoming difficult to control myself when my wolf thrust such images to the forefront of my mind. But I liked them a lot.
The little wolf adjusted her clothes and glared at me, indicating it might take a little time before I had her on all fours.
“Reject me,” she finally said.
“What?” I inquired.
What the f*ck is she talking about?
“Why?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’? That’s your intention!” she accused.
“It is?” I asked, confused.
“Yes!”
“When did I say that?” I inquired.
Things were only growing more perplexing. What was the little wolf getting at?
“You’re an alpha!” she stated.
“I’m aware,” I said.
“I’m a lone wolf.”
“For now,” I replied.
“No, not for now. It’s my status,” she asserted. “It’s not changing.”
“Well, if you’re mine, it already has,” I countered.
“But you’re rejecting me.”
“Okay, I’m getting tired of hearing that damn word. When the f*ck did I say that?” I challenged.
“You don’t have to. It’s what is meant to happen.”
“According to whom?” I shot back.
She groaned in annoyance and covered her face with her hands, as if I were the one being obtuse.
“It has to happen!” she claimed.
“Why?” I inquired.
“Because I am no one!”
“You’re mine,” I stated firmly.
“And soon I won’t be. So, can you get it over with?”
“Has this happened before?”
“I told you! I have done it before, yes. Can you just get it over with?” she asked.
I regarded the little wolf with bewilderment. She had a story—one I needed to unravel. How had she experienced this before? Had she not learned the soul-crushing consequences of rejection?
“What’s your name?” I inquired.
“Huh?” she asked.
“Your name,” I demanded.
“Why do you need to know if you’re just going to—”
“Tell me.” This time, I employed my alpha voice, and she sighed, crossing her arms.
“Helena…”
Ah, Helena… That will be quite satisfying to shout when we claim her.
I smiled slightly, unable to suppress the response as my wolf chimed in. Helena found it peculiar, though.
“Well, Helena,” I addressed her. “I’m Alpha Wylder. Your mate, and you’re not going anywhere.”
“What?” I hoisted her over my shoulder, eliciting a scream as she pounded my back with her hands. “Put me down!”
“No.”
I carried her to my car and placed her inside before returning to the open car door.
“The wolf stays,” I instructed her fighters. “Be careful not to look at her for too long. She is mine.”
They all bowed their heads, and I settled into the driver’s seat, observing Helena glaring at me from the other side.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“Home.”
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