Chapter-7
529 Words
Before I can fathom what's going on I find Carl on the floor for a split second before he is back up and fighting the werewolf inside my bedroom. What is a werewolf doing inside my bedroom?
This is ridiculous! Really, what the hell is happening today? I grab my phone and wallet and go outside for some breakfast. I am hungry and I cannot think straight when I am hungry.
I go get myself a donut and a cup of scalding hot coffee in the cafe by my street. Yummy... This is legit.
The people around look at me like I am a vampire or a werewolf! f**k, I really am attracting attention today for whatever reason.
I try to quickly finish my food to go back home and kick their butt for wreaking my home or implore the f**k out of them to leave me alone.
It's always like this. Someone wants to kill me all the time. I try to look at the positive in it though. It tends to make my life interesting obviously so long as I don't end up actually dying.
I step outside the cafe to go back home when I am swept away by a werewolf.
"Don't let him bite you! Okay? I am your mate! He is not!" He says and looks pretty desperate. I did not know there were other people out there who are more desperate for a mate than I am.
"What..?" I look at him like he is mad. Wait, he is mad. He looks sexy though. His hair is cropped and he is olive brown skin both unlike Carl.
"Who are you?"
"Rio... Rio Black.. Alpha of the.."
"What the wait! What the real f**k is happening today?" I start laughing.
He looks at me all worried and amused.
He turns me around suddenly, grabs my arm and starts smacking my butt.
SMACK you SMACK will SMACK not SMACK let SMACK anyone SMACK bite SMACK you SMACK Is SMACK that SMACK understood SMACK
He says one word at a time, punctuating each with a smack and I get the message loud and clear.
"OK okay! Ow! Let Me go!!" I twist and turn and try to free my arm of his death grasp. The moment he let's go I rub my stinging butt.
"I... I had to do that to get your attention... I have that now, right?" He stops spanking me but is still holding my arm.
He asks me and I glare at him.
"It works well for attitude adjustment as well..." He says and smirks. I free my hand, just turn around and start walking home, more like running home. This is not funny! What does this man even think of himself?!
He is following me, running behind me, trying to keep up. Who am I kidding? He can pick me up and run a marathon and win it. He is humoring me.
"Firecracker! Stop... Look... I shouldn't have done that... I.. Umm.. Am sorry, okay?"
"Go away, please? Just leave me the f**k alone!" I say and run to park nearby instead of going home hoping that he quits following me.
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