My Mate Next Door

Purple Hair

It was the first step in my little rebellion; Purple hair. The first step I made after moving away from that huge city and into the small town of Darkness Falls.

It was my way of saying fuck you to everything I once knew, and saying hello to this new small town louder than a pair of fire engine red pumps. I also thought it looked pretty, no matter how many times my family insisted I stop being so melodramatic, and just "be normal" for once.

"Well I'm not normal, Norma," I growl as I rip open the food box, and begin to pack the canned food in the cabinets.

Canned food, bagged food, easy preparation, ingredients, condiments, meats, snacks, and drinks. Veggies I could buy later.

I had to fight the urge to brink the snacks to my room to hide in a suitcase or something before I reminded myself that this was my own house. Nobody else lived here, except me.

And that meant all my food could be in one place.

I moved onto the bathroom, and dumped everything on the shelves beside the large vanity, except for the large tub next to the walk in shower. The room was earth toned with dark brown tiles, soft grass green walls, and assorted tan decorations. I loved the bathroom. The kitchen was more 70s diner style, with checkered floors, and stainless steel, with smooth granite counters.

I walked down the short hall, and opened the doors to the stairs, and climbed my way up to the upper floor, which was just two bedrooms, a powder room, and a large hall closet. I walked into my bedroom, my bed having already been set up by the bed company. It was the one thing I had truly indulged in. A beautiful king sized with dark black sheets, dark purple bedding, and a transparent black canopy.

I dropped the final box onto the floor just inside the entry, and again stopped my self from closing the door and locking it. My own home, my own place.

I flopped onto the bed and bReathed in the new air. It was far different from the city. I didn't get winded from jumping on a bed. I could breath easy, and the head aches were already clearing. being in the city, I would always get sick, or at least feel sick. Here it was clearer.

I close my eyes and enjoy the quiet peace, just relaxing for a moment.

I never thought I would make it this far. I was the type of girl to give in far too easy, but here I was. The climb is over. I'm at the top of my mountain.

I grin and squeal into the bed, jumping up and twirling in front of the bay window. I rip my shirt above my head, and spin in the freedom of my own solitude. I kick off my pants, and feel an immediate rush of elation through my legs, feeling tingly.

My family was never the type to be normal, but no family ever was. I'm sure together they got along, but I never really fit. What they called playing stung very deep within me. Though they often hurt me, I still loved them, and talked with them. Which is why I had listened to my eldest brother Owen when he told me to watch out in this new town I lived in.

I had moved to this cute little Victorian home, with a nice cabin feel with all its dark wood, and dark carpeting. It was right up next to the woods, overlooking large thick oaks and pines,which spread for miles all along the border of this small street. I was lucky to get this house, apparently it was supposed to go to someone named Omega, but maybe it was just a nickname. Or a sorority house.

I giggled at the thought, and traced the door frame to the small bathroom just inside my room.

I sat on the window sill with a content sigh, and looked over the treeline, scanning it for any forest creatures. Seeing none, I shrugged. it's not like it wouldn't happen, I could just give it time.

If I wanted to see an animal, I could hike. I love hiking.

Feeling an odd electric pull, I begin letting my eyes wander left, toward the house next door. With a shock, I saw the back door close, and a large figure pass by what I assumed to be the houses kitchen. I watched, but felt like a stalker as I traced the path of the figure through the house. Past a middle window in the house the figure disappeared for a long length of time, and I sighed, closing my eyes, and leaning onto the wood of the bay window.

Deciding I needed some air, I popped open the window and hung a foot over the ledge, the cool biting air caressing my bared skin, and making me moan softly into the forestry air.

I heard a soft slam, and my eyes jerked to the left, to the window directly across from mine.

Oh. My. God.

The figure had turned into a man. A man with the tannest skin in the work, thickly corded muscles packed into a slime lithe physique, that rippled as he slid his plaid shirt from his shoulders. He had soft scars along his torso, like claw marks, but instead of distracting from the beauty of the man, they added to the rugged look.

I slid my gaze up to a pair of Amber yellow eyes, intent, and smooth. One could say they were cold, but honestly, they weren't. They were more knowing, weary... Though a slow curl of amazement worked their way through them, before darkening with a primal dark... Lust?

I have a confused look for a moment before remembering I was in plain view... and he was looking directly at me.

--Hey this is PlayBoyBunni here, delivering you the first in the Pack series. I plan on updating weekly minimum. Though, you might see one every two or three days.

This will be a more adult series, and very humorous. No unnecessary, "And then his arranged fiance came home" type story. Though, I have nothing against those stories. Prepare for pie, laughs, a bit of woods stalking, sizling hot play time, and kinky shifters

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