Ravished and Ravenous. (Bella x m werewolf reader)

Complications.

I walked just behind Bella and Mike, feeling in a good mood after history, having calmed down and absorbed most of the work. Unfortunately, this independent positivity was short lived as their conversation progressed. 

"So," he said as they walked out the class.

"So what?"

"You and Cullen, huh?" he asked, his tone rebellious. My previous feeling of calm disappeared.

"That's none of your business, Mike," she warned, internally I was having butterflies; what had she said to start this?

"I don't like it," he muttered anyway.

"You don't have to," she snapped, I could feel her anger rising.

"He looks at you like... like you're something to eat," he continued, ignoring me.

I choked back the hysteria that threatened to explode, but a small giggle managed to get out despite her as I slipped away into a corridor; bumping into Eric who instantly congratulated me. 

"For what?" I was lost as a deer in a new forest.

"Aren't you and Isabella dating now? That's what I heard from Jessica." It now all made sense, I couldn't help but appreciate her logic. 

"Bella," I corrected habitually, geez now I was sounding the part too, "And yea, its just uh, you caught me by surprise." 

He seemed to buy this as I facepalmed rushing off to the catch up with Bella. "I need to go, catch you later!" 

I now had a few hyperactive butterflies in my stomach, as I slipped into the change rooms, ignoring all the looks I was getting and proceeded out; letting Mike vainly be chivalrous, helping Bella. Occasionally I felt her eyes on my back as I played, winning a couple games. I chuckled at how she somehow managed to hit Mike and her head in the same swing. 

Once again, I swiftly changed, ignoring the stinging in my arms as best I could; only applying a cream to the still healing scars that father had given me, which seemed to soothe them for now. I knew from experience scratching them would only serve to prolong and worsen the suffering. Waiting outside the gym, I fell into my own world of thoughts. Bella had mentioned in passing that she would like to see me hunting, to which I reacted unnecessarily harsh; fear spiking her heartrate for a second; she had asked why, and I regretted saying I would tell her later, knowing she probably wouldn't forget.

"Hi." A cheery voice beside me and all my worries fell away and I felt an increasingly familiar sense of relief as she appeared by my side. "Hey there," I responded smoothly. 

"How's your head?" Concerned, I frowned a little standing up from where I had leaned against the wall, quickly giving her head a very brief scan with my eyes for blood or bruising. "Oh my god, you saw that?" 

She seemed embarrassed, but still allowed me to finish the once over. "Eyup."

"Yea, I'm ok, just feeling like an idiot." 

'An adorable idiot.'  I thought to myself as we walked out the school, avoiding the crowd of boys that had gathered around Rosalie's car. Rolling my eyes, I slipped into my own, glad to be unnoticed. As we exited the school premises, I relaxed a little; Bella turned to me in her seat a bit. 

"Is it later yet?" She asked significantly. 

"Yea, I suppose." Carefully answering I briefly flicked my eyes over to her before they returned to the road. 

Bella pov.

"And you still want to know why you can't see me hunt?" He seemed solemn, but I thought I saw a trace of humor deep in his eyes.

"Well," I clarified, "I was mostly wondering about your reaction."

"Did I frighten you?" Yes, there was definitely humor there.

"No," I lied. He didn't buy it.

"I apologize for scaring you," he persisted with a slight smile, but then all evidence of teasing disappeared.

"It was just the very thought of you being there... while we hunted." His jaw tightened.

"That would be bad?"

He spoke from between clenched teeth. "Extremely."

"Because... ?"

He took a deep breath and stared through the windshield at the thick, rolling clouds that seemed to press down, almost within reach.

"When we hunt," he spoke slowly, unwillingly, "we give ourselves over to our senses... govern less with our minds. Especially our sense of smell. If you were anywhere near me when I lost control that way...I've almost killed a few of my siblings...see; like you've partially deduced, I'm a hybrid."

He shook his head, still gazing morosely at the heavy clouds.

I kept my expression firmly under control, expecting the swift flash of his eyes to judge my reaction that soon followed. My face gave nothing away.

But our eyes held, and the silence deepened — and changed. Flickers of the electricity I'd felt this afternoon began to charge the atmosphere as he gazed unrelentingly into my eyes. It wasn't until my head started to swim that I realized I wasn't breathing. When I drew in a jagged breath, breaking the stillness, he closed his eyes.

"Bella, I think you should go inside now." His low voice was rough, his eyes on the clouds again.

I opened the door, and the arctic draft that burst into the car helped clear my head. Afraid I might stumble in my woozy state, I stepped carefully out of the car and shut the door behind me without looking back. The whir of the automatic window unrolling made me turn.

"Oh, Bella?" he called after me, his voice more even. He leaned toward the open window with a faint smile on his lips.

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow it's my turn."

"Your turn to what?"

He smiled wider, flashing his gleaming teeth. "Ask the questions."

And then he was gone, the car speeding down the street and disappearing around the corner before I could even collect my thoughts. I smiled as I walked to the house. It was clear he was planning to see me tomorrow, if nothing else.

That night Y/n starred in my dreams, as usual. However, the climate of my unconsciousness had
changed. It thrilled with the same electricity that had charged the afternoon, and I tossed and turned restlessly, waking often. It was only in the early hours of the morning that I finally sank into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

When I woke I was still tired, but edgy as well. I pulled on my brown turtleneck and the inescapable jeans, sighing as I daydreamed of spaghetti straps and shorts. Breakfast was the usual, quiet event I expected. Charlie fried eggs for himself; I had my bowl of cereal. I wondered if he had forgotten about this Saturday. He answered my unspoken question as he stood up to take his plate to the sink.

"About this Saturday..." he began, walking across the kitchen and turning on the faucet.

I cringed. "Yes, Dad?"

"Are you still set on going to Seattle?" he asked.

"That was the plan." I grimaced, wishing he hadn't brought it up so I wouldn't have to compose careful half-truths.

He squeezed some dish soap onto his plate and swirled it around with the brush. "And you're sure you can't make it back in time for the dance?"

"I'm not going to the dance, Dad." I glared.

"Didn't anyone ask you?" he asked, trying to hide his concern by focusing on rinsing the plate.

I sidestepped the minefield. "It's a girl's choice."

"Oh." He frowned as he dried his plate. "What about Y/n?"

My heart froze before hammering insanely against my ribs; I looked away to compose myself. "He said he doesn't like crowds." 

Not a lie, but an awfully convenient truth.

I sympathized with him. It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn't. How ghastly it would be, I thought, shuddering, if Charlie had even the slightest inkling of exactly what I did like.
Charlie left then, with a goodbye wave, and I went upstairs to brush my teeth and gather my books.

When I heard the cruiser pull away, I could only wait a few seconds before I had to peek out of my window. The familiar car was already there, waiting in Charlie's spot on the driveway. I bounded down the stairs and out the front door, wondering how long this bizarre routine would continue. I never wanted it to end. 

Sup guys; gonna take a relatively short break from this, just a few days; will be back soon, just a little tired and having issues with uni work and work work. Take care and stay safe and see you in the next one.