Separation -- The Original

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*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

I JUST FINISHED WATCHING THE MAZE RUNNER AND HOLY SH*T WOWOWOWOOW.

Anywho, double update. Woohoo!! I love you guys haha. I have like over 100 comments on the last chapter, most of them containing just the word cheeseballs haha. I'm pretty sure some only commented that because others were doing that, so yeah. I was dying.

WARNING: you're going to cry.
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I Can Talk
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"But...I have to go home. My dad needs to talk to me about something." I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. I would definitely rather stay here and fúck my beautiful mates.

"Mmm....I'll discuss that with Grey when he gets back." Ryker said, pulling me back in for a kiss. I lost myself as our lips moved against each other, our tongues caressing one another. He didn't try to take control of the kiss, he was being quite gentle and I loved that about him.

He gently pulled me so I was on top of him, his bulge pressing into my core. I gasped into the kiss and I felt him smirk. He pulled back and started to place kisses all down my neck. A spark of pleasure erupted within me when he placed his lips on my mark. I cried out, gripping his shoulders as he continued to kiss that special place.

"Why does...uhhhh, why does that happen?" I moaned out, grinding my hips down onto his bulge. He placed a kiss to my mark before pulling back and looking into my eyes. He brushed the hair away from my face.

"Marks are there to let everyone know that the person is taken, so other wolves do not try to steal them away. And they act as a pleasure center for females, almost like the clítoris." I nodded my head and immediately placed my lips back on his. He laughed as we continued to kiss.

A loud bang caused me to jump in fright. I looked up and saw Grey storming over to us.

"He won't let me use the fúcking warriors. How in the fúck...I am so goddamn pissed. Holland, get the fúck off the bed and fúcking strip." He demanded, taking off his belt and popping open his jeans.

"Grey, whoa whoa whoa. She needs to go home." Ryker said, pushing me behind him and standing in front of the bed. He had his hand on Grey's chest, preventing him from moving forward. Grey was fuming mad; his body was vibrating, and he was breathing heavily.

He stared at Ryker in disbelief before throwing a fist to his jaw. I gasped in shock and tried to move towards them as they immediately started to attack each other, growls filling the room.

"Stay away, Holland!" Ryker warned me as Grey threw punch after punch at Ryker.

"How dare you stand in the way of me and my mate. Fúck you!" Grey shouted, but it wasn't his voice, it was Odin's voice. His eyes were pitch black and he repeatedly abused Ryker.

Tears were streaming down my face. I have never seen them fight before, and it looked as if Odin was going to kill Ryker.

"Fúcking shift! You need to chill out!" Ryker shouted, pushing Odin off of him, sending him all the way across the room and slamming into the wall. "Go for a run! I will take Holland home! But for right now, you need to stay away from her!" Odin was on the floor by the cracked wall, on his hands and knees trying to even out his breathing. He nodded his head and Ryker quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me off of the bed.

"Let's go, beautiful." I took one last look at Odin before I was pulled into the hallways, being pulled every which way until we came to the staircase. Everyone in the kitchen was staring at us, as if they had heard the commotion from upstairs.