Claimed by the Alpha

Sinn

Her breathing is shallow, the air coming through her parted lips in soft puffs. The fire illuminates half of her face, giving her an ethereal appearance. For the first time since I've seen my little wolf, she looks completely at ease, and soft.

She's so naturally gruff and detached, always on the lookout and never showing her true emotions. Fear doesn't exist for her, atleast on the outside. Friendly? Thats not happening. But my little wolf does know anger, and I can see it in her constantly. The way she fidgets, scratching her wrists and twisting her fingers, how her lips pout and she stares into space. Shes got an angry heart, and no matter how annoying she may be, I feel the need to help her.

When I was a boy I had to deal with the sudden death of my twin brother, Mathias. We were twelve and thick as thieves, practically attached at the hip. As twin wolves we had what mother called "Unum cor, una anima." One heart, one soul.

Our souls had been intertwined since birth, allowing us to perceive eachothers emotions and deepest thoughts. I knew his heart.

When Mathias died, I had believed it to be my own fault, as did my father, and I had lived in anger for so long.

I mean I know I'm not a joy to be around still, but you should have seen me then, if you would have lived to remember it.

My hand reaches out almost without thought and brushes her hair aside, causing her to mumble in her sleep. Even now, knowing that I have to take care of someone other than myself, I feel the blackness moving away from my heart. My little wolf. So beautiful.

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"Whats your name?" He asks while wrapping my swollen wrist with gauze. We camped in a small clearing in the woods last night, and I woke up this morning to Mr. Asshole cleaning my wounds. So maybe he's Mr. Sometimes Asshole now.

"Thea." I whisper, looking anywhere but at his naked torso. He smirks and I blush. Right, just Mr. Asshole.

"Well Thea, I'm Sinn. But you can call me Mr. Asshole if you'd like." I nearly jump out of my clothes, and look at him like he grew three heads. He just laughs. "No, I'm not magic. You were saying it in your sleep last night. A lot."

Ground rise up and swallow me whole, mind body and spirit. Is that dramatic?

"Well. You can't call me anything but Thea, so." He just smiles and walks back to what's left of the fire, tossing in scraps of gauze.

"Alright little wolf, we have one full day of walking left and then we will arrive at my humble abode. Do I have to carry you today?" I shake my head, which seems to make him happy, and get up to follow him into the woods.

"Can't you do more magic? And like... get us there now? My glutes are seriously cramped." Sinn walks over and glares at me, but he doesn't really seem angry.

"Thea, I don't just have magic shoot out of my butt everyday. The magic at the sale yard was done by warlocks. As for your glutes, I can always rub them for you." He winks suggestively and I gag while slapping his arm.

His arrogance could win awards.

Sinn catches my hand as it swats at him and pulls me into his chest, taking me by surprise. I feel a trickle of fear go up my spine. I don't think he would do anything to hurt me, but I cant take my chances. I twist and try to break free, but he holds me harder, pinning me against his rock hard torso.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." My breathing is heavy now, and I honestly don't know if it's fear or being in such close proximity to my mate. Either way, I don't like it.

"You can't tell me that you don't feel that," he says, lifting my chin to look in his eyes.

"Feel what?" I shrug, but I know exactly what he's talking about. The heat, the warmth, the electricity that flows from his skin onto mine. Sinn lets go suddenly and stalks into the treeline, his jaw clenched and back rigid. I miss his warmth.

Eww Thea, get over yourself.

I mentally pat myself on the back for pissing off the arrogant Alpha that I now have to deal with all day, and follow him into the forest.