Mated to my Stepbrother

10. I missed you

"SICK BASTARD!!" I yell.

I Lunge forward and attack. Managing to knock him to the floor, my canines sink deep into this guys flesh, drilling holes that seep out blood through the shirt. I tug and pull violently at his skin trying to rip it off his arm. He kicks me off, jabbing me in the stomach making me falter. I feel the urge to shift, which makes me grab a pair of unfolded laundry from the nearby basket.

At that moment I feel my bones start to grow in size and my body swells. I can physically hear the cracking as my bones snap back into place. It's painful but it's not as bad as it was before. Shifted back to my human form fully clothed, I'm now at eye length with the greasy bastard.
He stands with a limp arm, and covers his bloody shoulder.

My canines extend, "Aren't you that annoying-ass teacher back at the school?!" I shout.

He stares at me blankly, unresponsive. He clearly can see that I'm a werewolf but he seems unfazed.

So he must also a werewolf then huh. That makes this situation all the more dangerous.

I pull up the collapsed Skylar off the floor and yank her behind my back, shielding her. Her scent brushed passed my nose and it was rose mixed with a potent, almost bitterness. The same smell as that man.

"Are you a fucking stalker?? How'd you get in here!" I continue to snarl at him , baring my sharpened teeth.

I was fuming from my hands to my head all over. I clench my fist so tight that it's starting to feel numb. Blazing with so much rage I could as well have set this place on fire. Nothing he could say would lessen the urge for me to want to beat him to a pulp and bury him right here. He had already touched what was mine.

"Calm down." He says sternly. "Skylar is in a bad state, can't you see?"

My teeth clenched,"What?"

I hold my stance firm and turn my head slightly, stopping directly with my chin over my shoulder. My head is  positioned so that I can catch a glimpse of her but not stray too far that I would lose the guy in my peripheral. Skylar was too weak to stand so she slumped on the floor by my feet. Her breathing sounds erratic and heavy, her eyes were also clenched tight.

I snap my eyes back around at him. "I don't see how any of that is your business?" I question.

"She needs to be with her mate."

Why is his tone so calm and "matter of fact"?!?Does he even know who he's talking to!?

"AND SHE IS. Now get the fuck out of my house." I growl.

He frowns, yet stands not budging. I'm starting to get increasingly angrier with each passing second. What the fuck is his deal?!?

"Well if it comes down to it, I don't mind getting my hands dirty." I position my legs, and my hands ball into fists so that I'm ready to attack again.

"no.." A small voice whimpers which draws in all my focus. "..don't hurt him!" She shouts at the end.

My instant reaction is to kneel on the floor to hear her better. My hands hold onto hers as I look into her watery eyes that she now decides to open.

"Why not Skylar?" I try to make my voice sound as sweet and harmless as it could in the moment. But the fact that she was trying to defend him makes my hands tighten their grip on her in jealousy.