POV Rose:
When the door opened and I saw a boy- scratch that, man- step over the threshold made me question-not for the first time-my sanity.
He was gorgeous. His face was sharp and chiseled. A little bit of stubble was visible along his jawline as if he hadn't shaved for a while. He had the muscles of a Greek god, and not an ounce of fat on his body. I bet the Angels cried every night from the beauty of this man.
When our eyes met, it felt as if the world stopped, and all else has faded away. His eyes captured me, they were dark blue, but seemed to darken the longer he stared at me. Those eyes, they are so familiar, but I couldn't place where I remembered them from. And everything about him was dark and dangerous. He scared me so much more than Michael ever did, he is stronger and held looked like he could hold so much anger in his dark eyes than Michael. But when he looked at me I only saw adoration, love, and sadness.
His emotions took me off guard, no one has ever showed emotions this passionate, in a good way, before and I liked it. Apparently I liked it a little too much for just meeting the man, because something inside me was urging me to get out of the bed, despite the pain, and run over to him and wrap myself in his embrace.
But I stopped myself and remained still with my heart beating so loud I bet he could hear it across the room.
Whom ever this man is, the power and dominance that seemed to radiate from his tall figure, and despite his earlier look, it made my stomach curl in fear. His aura only seemed to get darker and darker the closer he walked towards me. His hair looked so dark that I wondered if it was black. And it was stuck up in all different directions as if he were running large his hands through it.
As he approached my bed I used all my strength to turn my head to the side as a show of submission. As I did, an animalistic growl sounded throughout the room.
It held so much possessiveness and anger, that it made me cringe. But I could help this feeling of being pulled towards him, as if that same force inside me wanted him to come closer. I quickly shut that off along with the rest of my feelings
It's safer that way.
He reaches out, surprisingly gentle, and moves my face back in the direction of his.
"Look at me." His eyes showed a glimpse of sympathy, but it was gone as soon as it came. My already broken heart seemed to break just a little more as he walked away from the bed and over to the unconscious doctor.
POV Damien:
I walked up and down the hallways impatentally waiting for her to wake up. She's been out for a week, and during that week I've got nothing done. My anger at Michael is so much that it has effected my life and my job as Alpha. I had to turn my work over to my Beta for the time being. I couldn't handle the stress right now, even the slightest mistakes are pissing me off.
I cant believe that he hurt her after i warned him. Now im going to kill him. I would've done it long ago, for what he has done to me and my family but he disappeared. And it looks as if history is going to repeat itself. After I made sure that Rose was safe with Storm, I couldn't find him anywhere.
That's another thing that pisses me off. Why was he there? I was sure that pathetic orphan wouldnt want anything to do with me after our last episode.
His pack stupidly tried to attack mine, out of vengence. He thought i was the one that killed his parents. After we slaughtered them i thought he would learn his lesson.
Hey Jakob, send a letter to Storm. And ask why he was in a hundred mile radius of my mate. I mind-linked him.
Yes, Alpha. He responded immediatly.
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Mates with the Alpha
WerewolfHe is cold. He is ruthless. He is terrifying. He is a monster. He is the Alpha of the world most dominate pack: the Crescent Moon Pack. He has the body of a god, the face of an angle, the conscience of a devil, and the wrath of a thousand men. He i...