Sam👆
Cassie's POV
"Well Cassie, I, Sam steel accept you, Cassandra woods, as my mate."
I gasped as my eyes widened. Sam Steel! The popular guy! He accepted me! As his mate! The freaking soon-to -be alpha! This must be a dream. Pinch me. I need to wake up.
"What's wrong? Do you not want me?" He asks, hurt evident in his eyes. No!
"No, I do want to be with you, it's just that won't this ruin your reputation? Or your popularity?" I ask my voice still shaking. I must sound so weak right now. Not to mention pathetic.
"At this moment, I really don't care" he say as he leans in to kiss me.
He leans forward and our lips meet and it feels like the greatest thing ever. He tries deepening the kiss by biting my bottom lip, asking for entrance.
I refuse and he growls. He puts a hand on my a$$ and squeezes, making me gasp, using this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. Oh my god this is heaven. But all good things must come to an end.
I pulled away as the negative doubts entered my head. Why do I have to be insecure. What if he's not sure of his answer?
"Are you sure you want me as your mate?" I asked doubtfully.
"Why wouldn't I?" Sam asked
"Because I'm ugly and weak and fat..."
Sam cut me off.
"You are not ugly, you are the most beautiful person in the world. But I have a question. Please don't get mad. How come I have never seen you at lunch? You barely eat. I've seen you in the hallways but never at lunch. That's why you might be a bit weak. And you are definitely not fat. You're arms are so skinny." He says. Uhhh. Shit. Excuse Cassandra! Now!
"Well I don't like eating lunch a-and well I d-dont like hanging out with people." I lied. I'm a horrible liar. I even stuttered! Stupid!
"You're such a terrible liar princess" Sam said. Yeah I know...
"Tell me the truth" He demanded
"Um, uh, well...... it's complicated and I might, uh, get hurt if I tell you this" I told him. Should I tell him?
"Well he's your mate dumbass and he just accepted you. Tell him. He can help you. Please."
"You can tell me anything babe. and now that I'm here no one will ever hurt you again." He told me. Tell him. Just do it. Oh ha. The Nike slogan.
"It's just that I guess I'm scared. Because like you don't understand. I could get really hurt telling you this. " I say quietly. Jesus Crist Cassandra stop being a fucking coward.
"Hey princess, it will all be okay." Sam said, cupping my cheek.
"Okay but you have to promise not to get angry." I said, taking a deep breath.
"I can't make that promise but I'll try my best." Sam said.
I wiped off the foundation on my cheek. He growled at the sight of the scratch marks. I turned around and took off my shirt and he growled even louder.
I whimpered as I put my shirt back on. his gaze softened even though his eyes were still partly black.
"I can count your ribs and your skin is a deadly pale. You have marks all over you body some which look recent. How do you expect me not to get angry?! And on top of that, your face!" Sam roars.
I flinch. This isn't going to end well. Breathe Cassie. Breathe.
"Who did this?" Sam growls, his eyes a deadly black.
"I can't tell you." I whisper.
"Yes you can you fucking dumbass. Stop being a fucking pussy. I can feel his wolf getting angrier."
"Sam....." I tremble. He's scaring me.
Wouldn't you be scared if a 5'9 alpha, with black eyes, not to mention sexy, was staring you down with his nostrils flaring in anger? I would be running for the hills if he wasn't my mate.
But he is. Calm him down. I shakily put my hand on his cheek and press my lips softly to his.
He relaxes under my touch as I feel a surge of relief. I pull back and look him in the eye. Instead of anger, I now see lust.
Oh boy. Sexy guy, horny girl, not right now fucking hormones!!
His eyes change into a stern gaze.
"You avoided the question." He says in a low deadly voice. I wince.
"It's was my dad." I say, my voice barely in a whisper.
