The Next Alpha

Part 15

*Taylor and Kyle *

*** WARNING! ***

*Semi- graphic content. *

~Taylor's POV~

It's been a month and a half since I found out I was going to become a werewolf. Which I had to come to terms with that fact. I've only shifted a handful of times. I haven't wanted to do it since then. Something went wrong the first time. I couldn't breathe, my fur was itchy, and my entire attitude changed. I wanted nothing more than to kill. Kyle said it was normal for when we first change, but I didn't believe him, I could see the worry and fear in his eyes. He didn't know why I wanted to kill so badly. I myself am unsure. I am fairly convinced something is wrong with me.

At one point, I was so sick, I couldn't eat, sleep, or walk, and it even hurt to move. I was burning off calories from such a high fever. I was scary skinny. But after a while, I built up enough strength to go find a squirrel or something to kill, that was the second time I ever shifted. It hurt like heck, but I was stronger, faster, freer. I felt new. I felt good. I loved the way it tasted and as the warmth of his dead body trickled down my throat. What kind of a freak have I become?

Kyle got tired of my behavior. He grew weary and took me to Jason, which is the pack doctor.

"Taylor, you're fine. You're just having some side effects to your transition." He waved it off as no big deal. He got serious then turned towards Kyle, "You, keep an eye on her. Make sure she has an outlet for these emotions." Kyle nodded. He slipped his warm hand under my thigh. Another side effect of being a wolf was having a core temperature of 120 degrees, so feeling his body heat mixing with my own brought on a whole swirl of new feelings. He was right. The bond did grow stronger. My mouth was watering from his touch.

Kyle picked me up and carried me bridal style all the way up to his room. We hadn't made it official yet. I've been too busy getting this whole werewolf thing down and trying to process everything and then on top of that, I have to learn their history, and rules. Defining our relationship just hasn't been my main focus. The way he explained it, we were basically husband and wife, so I didn't feel the urge. I've been living with Kyle ever since that day at the hospital. It was a tough decision for my mother to make but Kyle helped persuade her. I'm not positive on how he was able to convince her, but he did. There was still a lot I still had to learn, especially all about the mating process and how we're paired. On top of learning about the werewolf blood line. But in this moment, we walked outside onto his balcony, and he jumped down. My body never quaking. He landed on his feet with a loud thud and took off out to the woods to practice shifting. I wasn't looking forward to breaking all of the bones in my body.

It didn't go too well. It ended up with Kyle and I arguing. It ended with me telling him I was never going to get it. That I should give up. He told me giving up wasn't an option. I was going to have to learn how to do this. Not too long after, I got tired. I told Kyle we could pick it up in the morning. I needed to go take a shower. I was feeling weak and dirty. Ever since my change my strength and senses weren't the only thing to get stronger, the tension between Kyle and I grew as well. I walked into the Kyle's room automatically inhaling his delicious scent. My eyes closed in content. This is where we share our lives. I pulled open my drawers to find something to wear but came up empty. Nothing. I grabbed a tank top off the floor and a pair of clean underwear. Black on black, sure. I could rock this, But I still needed bottoms, I couldn't run around the pack house half naked. I wanted to ask Kyle, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I peeked my head out of the door.

"Kyle!" I shouted out while looking around at each room, before calling for him again. He didn't answer. I tuned in my hearing and couldn't hear anyone else in the house. I suppose everyone was out running errands. I passed all the other doors that lined the hallway and bounded down the stairs. Suddenly two big strong arms found themselves snaking around my waist, I knew it was Kyle from his touch. I squealed. I was still in his arms but not facing him. His green eyes staring deeply into my eyes. I wanted so badly to kiss him right now, the wolf inside me was begging for it. But then I remembered why I was looking for him. I didn't break away from his grasp, But I did ruin the moment.