Of Witches and Wolves

Chapter 4 - The Fight

TYLERS POV

When I say him grasping her jaw affectionately I saw red. My wolf let out a piercing growl at the sight of another man touching what was his. I had to use all my restraint to stop him from killing Alex right there and then

"How dare he! She's is our mate!" he yells in my mind. I could feel him taking over.

"Alpha, it's not-" Alex begins to say, but I let out a piercing growl to stop him. Before I can think I have my hand around his throat squeezing. I wanted to make sure he never touched her again. But I had to remember he was my friend. My good friend.

"You do not touch her" I growl out, putting anger and venom into every single word.

"S-stop" Abigail whispers "You're frightening me"

I look over to her and take control from my wolf as I see how afraid she was. Of course, she was afraid. The previous wolf who had her tortured her. I didn't want to be like him. I released Alex reluctantly.

"Get out" I command in my alpha tone, knowing he couldn't help but obey. I didn't want to see him right now. Once he's gone I turn to face Abigail. She seemed to calm down a bit once I released Alex which was good. I walk up to her until she is an inch away.

"I didn't mean to scare you" I say look down at her apologetically, hoping she would forgive me. I couldn't help myself around her, as much as I hated to admit it.

"Why did you do that? Why did you hurt him?" she asked in a confused tone

I scoff "How could I not? He isn't allowed to touch you. You're mine" I state, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. How could she not understand where I was coming from?

She shakes her head "It wasn't like his tongue was down my throat. He was just kidding around. And that part about me being yours, you couldn't be more wrong. I don't belong to anyone. Especially not someone I just met yesterday" she says, her voice filled with outrage and anger.

I was already heated from what had just happened and her words only made me angrier as they reached me. How could she say that she wasn't mine? How could she deny who I was so easily.

"You're my mate! That means you're mine" I growl out

She stiffens slightly at my growl "I don't even know what being your mate means! Not really. You haven't told me anything" she states. I let out a sigh. I knew she was right. I had been avoiding having that discussion for a reason though. I needed some time to adjust to things. It wasn't common for wolves to be mated to different species. And I didn't really know what to do with a witch. My mouth was faster than my brain however and instead of explaining it to her, what I said instead instantly filled me with regret.

"I wouldn't have to explain it to you... If you were a wolf" I growl out

ABIGAILS POV

"I wouldn't have to explain it to you... If you were a wolf" he says angrily. My eyes widen in shock at his words and I felt my entire heart break. How could he say that? Like being a witch was offensive or something. Of course. That was why he was being so weird with me. Because I was a witch and not werewolf like he wanted. He wanted a wolf. Not me. I shake my head as tears drip down my cheek.

"Well at least I know the truth now. You just want some obedient werewolf! Why did you even bring me here?" I say as more tears drip down my cheek. I turn away so I wasn't crying directly in front of him. I didn't want him to see how much that hurt me. I didn't understand why it hurt so much but it did. Was it because we were mates? I had no idea. All I knew was that my chest burned as the hot tears spill down my face.

"Abigail I didn't -"

"You didn't what? You didn't know I was a witch when you saved me? If you did... would you have even bothered?" I asked as a spark of anger ignited in me. I could feel my blood start to hum. It was the same feeling I got when I used magic. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. I didn't want to be what he thought I was. Some out of control wicked witch.

"I can't do this" I say and walk out of the loungeroom and up the hallway to my room. I open the door and slam it angrily, hoping it would at least make him flinch. I slump onto my bed and curl up into a ball, waiting for the pain to go away. But it didn't.