Blue Bloods

Chapter 2

"I said shift!" He demanded once more. He was more agitated and he wasn't a man who accepted someone not to follow his orders. He pushed harder on my shoulders. I could feel his claws penetrating my skin as he made his point. The bruises would be there tomorrow. He pressed once more, signalling that it would be the last warning.

Whit in seconds, I laid on the floor, bare. I looked to the side as I heard him growl above me. He was going to kill me now. I wasn't ready to die. He lowered himself on me, every part of his wolf touching me, covering me. He didn't hurt me anymore, neither did his heavy weight.

Another growl ripped through his throat as I heard wolfs running away from us. I didn't know they were there. They saw me naked! I looked up to see him with a sad and angry look at the same time. Yet the Anger wasn't directed towards me. Our eyes were held for one more second, before I looked away.

I closed my eyes, waiting. The impact never came. He moved from on top of me, running somewhere. My eyes remain closed as I awaited in the deafening silence. Lying on the scratching leaves and twigs that pierced my ivory skin. I didn't turn enough for my skin to darken. My wolf would become angry and only then would I shift.

I felt a cloth over me and then I felt large hands on my back, sending a sensation in the area he touched. At that, my eyes flew open as I saw a black cover my face and then a hole appeared. He was dressing me in his large shirt that covered the basics.

My eyes saw the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. He had the chocolate brown hair, that stood in a messy way, yet handsome. His brown eyes soften when he saw how terrified I was. He picked my elbows up and pushed it through the holes. Gentle, like I was a baby. Soon I was dressed, in what smelled like his shirt, that was too large for me. It cover mid thigh. His scent was drenched in it, making my wolf squirm inside of me. I don't want to wear my clothes anymore, I wanted his.

It left him bare chested and looking down at my vulnerable state. I wanted to cry of humiliation. He wore shorts that covered up to his knees. His smell was intoxicating me, drowning me in the woods and smell of very strong spices. I needed to touch him, feel his skin on my skin.

We were mates. Yet he said nothing about it. Rejecting me.

He stood up, towering above me, turned around and started walking on a path that I had not seen before. He didn't look around. I still sat upright, watching him walk as his back muscles flexed and relaxed when he walked. I couldn't keep my eyes from him.

Temptation wanted to take over and I needed so badly to run to him and let him hold me until the world ends. I couldn't walk. I couldn't gather the will power to change my mind state. All I thought was about him. The thoughts of before... the things I said about mates. I wanted him so badly. Him walking away from me, tore my heart in seven different places.

"Come." He said in a stern manner. I knew not to disobey this wonderful man. Nevertheless, I stood up and followed in his track, walking a distance apart from him. His scent still lingered in my nose. I assumed we were heading to the pack house he owned. His aura shouted dominant alpha and I immediately knew this was the end of myself. His pack would reject me and after he rejected me, he would sentence me to death.

I let my head hung as I followed his path, keeping the safe distance between us. It tore my heart to be this far from him. I wanted to touch him, to feel him love me. It might never happen.

My whole life turned around when I crossed the Blue Bloods border. My whole outlook on life and the mate bond. I wanted him. Whether I knew him or not. I was his, even if he didn't want me.

I was given proper clothes to wear. Nicholas, his Beta was the one to escort me to a room, to change and then to take me back to the alpha. I still don't know what his name is. The Beta kept himself back. He looked like the type to be a softy, with a great personality, unlike the alpha. He reminded me of a grumpy old person who complains to much if things do not go his way.