My mate is a flirt (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

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Unknow's POV

I stare at the submissive wolf in front of me, pinned down bloody. Trembling and whimpering of pain and fear. His light grey fur covered with deep red blood.

I smell the blood, the smell of death. Blood is dripping from my claws, my wolf growls proudly.

My rib cracks as I shift to my human form. I feel the cold air on my naked slim body and flip my dark brown hair out of my eyes so that I can take a good look of the beautiful wolf in front of me.

I get on my knees  beside the wolf. I look into his saphire blue eyes, that stare right back at me. His eyes are filled with horror and fear, they are the most beautiful eyes I have seen.

I move my hand to his head and pet him. He starts to whimper louder as I do and I hear his ribs cracking as he shifts as well.

His bloody naked body fascinates me. Blood is dripping from his neck, ribs, right hand and left ankle. They are all spots where I bit him, hard. The massive amount of deep red blood that comes from his wounds, are proof that my teeth went deep inside. Very deep.

I move my hand to his face and wipe out the blood of his left cheek. He starts to mumble something, but no words exist his mouth.

"Shh... Calm down.. It hurts, doesn't it? Yes, it does. I know", he kept staring at me eyes wide. I kept petting at him and speaking to him in calm, but cold voice. "But soon, it won't hurt anymore, Daylon".

Then the poor boy started mumbling his name. Crooked smile formed on my lips. "Don't worry, I will take care of him. I will".

I stopped petting him and moved my hand down to his neck, where beautiful blue colored stone necklace rested. A beautiful necklace that was filled with love from the person who gave it. That beautiful blue color, that was proof of the innocent love that it's carrier had.

I took hold of that necklace and grasped it tightly. I tore it from his neck. I hold it tightly in my hands. The blood painted it red. And as you know, red is the color of love and passion. This necklace is the proof oh his love and by taking it I get his love.

I smirk to myself. I'm not stupid. If I could get his love this easily, I wouldn't have had to do this all. But the necklace is beautiful and it's part of him. I can't stand need to take it and wear it.

I wear it around my neck and take a look at the poor boy. He  on the edge of death and now he's just staring foward. And finally, he took his last breath. His eyes reflected nothing.

I feel relieved now that this slut is dead. This slut is no more deceiving him. But he will surely be shocked when he sees this all. Afterall, this slut deceived him into thinking that he loves him. But ofcourse he didn't love this slut. He will get over him, after some time.