Her Second Chance is Four Vampires

Watching Her

Owen's pov

There she goes. Waltzing through the halls, to her next class probably. She hasn't even found her locker. Mostly because we didn't tell her she had one. Damn, the amount of things we forgot to do is incredible. I wouldn't put the blame solely on us though.

This was unexpected. We were not prepared for her to arrive. Up until yesterday, Weston had forgotten his little joke. Then all of sudden we have a f*****g wife.

Fiancee. She's not our wife yet. But she is our mate. I remember how I felt when I first laid eyes on her.

I thought our mate would come to us in a few years. When we've been given our positions, and mostly when we're out of this school. But surprises happen. And I don't mind. She smells amazing.

She looks fantastic. Those wavy lush black curls, I bet they smell like fresh plucked roses.

Can you imagine how she'd look with my marks all over her? And her blood?

I could pass out from just thinking about it. A mates blood is rumoured to be bland, and ordinary. Because most vampires are mated to their fellow vamps.

Penelope is a werewolf. I've had the blood of her kind during wild hunts, and the Sunshine festival. But never, never have I tasted the blood of a woman I call mine.

Can I call her mine? Has Weston given her the ring? Can I take her out on walks, and push her up against the nearest surface?

Can I kill for her? I would love to kill for her.

I almost wish someone would piss her off so I can hunt them down like animals, and punish them in ways that blur the lines of my sanity.

Watch them beg for a mercy that will never come. I might be a little bit off the edge.

I don't tell people but those who can tell the difference between me and Huxley know I'm the different one.

Penelope tips her head back, her eyes widened as she spots me on the second floor. Leaning on the railings, watching her like I don't ha e an important class right now.

She looks confused on what to do. My heart pumps a little harder. That's my girl. Confused about what to do. She hasn't glanced away.

I gripped the rails harder. She's everything I've dreamt of. Innocent.

The kind that I can't wait to taint.

My little wolf.

oOoOO, new nickname unlocked. Will she like it if I called her my little wolf? I brought my thumb to my lip, gnawing at my fingernail. I have so much to ask.

We need to get closer. There are things that I don't know. Things that are essential.

What's her favorite color?

What's her favorite movie? Her dreams, what are they? What was her life in her old home like?

Is there anyone she misses?

What can I do to make her love me?

Does she feel the mating bond? And if she does, what does she think? Am I worthy?

I beckoned her with my other hand, and she nods in a cute manner before walking out of my sight.

My breathing hitches, is she okay? Does she need my help getting up the stairs?

What if someone decides to talk to her?

There aren't many students right now, most are in their classes.

The hall monitors will soon arrive, I wish I cared. They know me by now.

She's hear. I can feel her presence. Her scent, oh so intoxicating. How can one person be this.... this.... s**t, I should be in class.

Her scent is going to drive me nuts. I might say something stupid.

She grips the spot next to my hand, and my skin tingles. I reached for her, yanking her into my arms and lifting her up. Unable to keep my hands to myself. Our pinkies grazed, I thought with a smile as I secured my arm around her.

"Owen?"

"Anything."

She giggles, so f*****g cute. My heart might explode. "I didn't say- oh my god, are you on some kind of drug?" She forces her head back, giving me an incredilous stare.

"I'm not. I just- I've been dreaming of the day I'd find our mate. You're more than my fantasies."

Penelope freezes, I'm not sure if I said something wrong. She pats me on the back, and offers a tense smile. I definitely said something wrong and I would like to know what it is.

"Want something to eat?" I ask, instead of quizzing her on why she tensed up.

I'll find out. I'll find out everything about her. I will do my research. I'll watch her. Protect her.

My fingers slowly creep up her spine, Penelope makes a coughing sound but she makes no move to escape my hold. She hasn't noticed that my grip isn't has a strong as it was.

She's so warm, I think to myself. Biting on my bottom lip as my thumb reaches her nape. It's protected by hair, and I don't mind.

I curled, catching some of her hair. She smell fantastic up close.

Have I mentioned her heat? Werewolves are so different. She's like a personal heater. We can cuddle for hours.

I'd slowly fall asleep with my head on her chest, and her nails scratching my scalp.

"Yeah. I didn't eat last night. My stomach needs something." She finally steps out of my hold. Clearing her throat.

I clasped my fingers together, keeping my eyes on her blushing cheek.

She could be the death of me, and I would thank her.

Her reactions are beautiful. Even as she tenses up, it's stunning to see. I can't look away. I won't try too.

I won't look away.

"So, let's eat." Penelope looks off to the side, her cheeks entertaining a darker color.

I snapped my lids shut, bending and covering my mouth.

So f*****g cute.

Oh gods, step down and save me.

No, actually, f**k you.

"Come. I know a great place." My fingers slide into hers, and I moved my feet before she could complain.

I walked at a normal pace. Listening for all the monitors, I know how to avoid them.

I don't need too. I can just accept my punishment and move on. But that would take me away from her.

My sweet little wolf.

Mine.

I brought her to the cafeteria. The massive space filled with round tables and chairs for every clique.

Bunch of assholes. I'm one of them, and so is she but still.... this school is the definition pretentious.

We stopped by the buffet. Prepared daily, and kept for students to eat when they're ready.

"Wow. I didn't know you guys could eat normal food."

"We prefer blood, but this taste too good to resist."

I helped Penelope out of her bag, she selected a tray and picked out her meal.

We found a table by the many wall sized glass. While she ate, I watched. Every bite shot quickly to my heart and groin. When her small tongue would peak out and run over her lips.

She moans when she likes a meal. I doubt she's realized it.

So cute.

So perfect.

So mine.

I can already feel it happening. She's becoming my new obsession. I tend to go overboard when I care too much. And my heart, the gods, they've chosen her as my mate.

Who better to obsess over than your very own soulmate.

Owen and Penny.

Fuck. I like the sound of that.

I'll do whatever it takes.

You'll love me.

I promise.

You'll love us.