My Mate Stole My Mom's Purse

Chapter Thirty-Three

Robin POV

That didn't just happen. I ran a hand through my ruffled hair as I walked down the hallway. How could I even face Micheal after that. I shook my head it wasn't like I didn't want it.

He bit me. I can't believe he did that, I didn't want to be marked. It wasn't like I tried to stop him. God I'm such a slut! I didn't even make him put on a condom. To be honest that was the last thing on my mind.

Shaking my head I proceed to walk down the hallway again. I pushed my hair over my mark, they didn't need to see it.

My thinking came to a halt as a little boy came barreling into me. He successfully succeed in knocking me over and knocking all the breath out of my body. What surprised me the most was that he jumped straight up.

"Sorry miss." The boy said as he stood up.

I smiled at the little boy as I stood up. "It's okay." His similar hazel eyes studied me. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Who are you?" He questioned, with an edge to his voice. His chest puffed out. Was he trying to challenge me or scare me? A tiny growl came from his mouth.

"Nice squeak kid." I teased as I ruffled his brown hair. He slapped my hand away and I laughed as he narrowed his eyes at me. I probably shouldn't be teasing a werewolf, but this kid was hilarious.

"Don't do that." He growled lowly. His hazel eyes changed into a golden color. His brown hair stood up."

I should not have been laughing but I couldn't help it. I felt more at ease than I did before. My brain told me I should stop laughing or something bad was going to happen.

"But your just so cute." I said as I ruffled his hair again. Shifting he jumped on me in a flash, his teeth pulled back in a snarl. I gulped as he narrowed his eyes at me. Why was his wolf so big?

I threw his body off of me and got in a fighting stance. I wasn't about to just let him kill me. A women's voice caught me off guard, stupidly I turned my head towards her. I yelped as his teeth pierced my skin.

"Aidan." The women screeched as came towards us. She glanced at my bleeding arm, then turned back to the boy."You are in so much trouble." she scolded. The wolf laid it's ears flat, and tucked it's tail between his legs.

I cringed as I held my bleeding arm. Why do I keep getting bit? I must have a sign on my forehead that says bite me. The lady came walking towards me, I backed up with every step she took.

Her light brown eyes studied me, she smiled and held her hand out for me. She wanted me to let her help, But my wall was up. I was scared and onto of that I was bleeding. She looked friendly, then again looks can be deceiving.

"Sweetheart, please let me help you." She asked in a caring tone. I flinched at the nickname she used. My mother used to call me that when she was alive. But for some reason I found myself reaching out and taking her hand. She smiled as she led me down the hallway.

"This is going to hurt a little." She pressed the white cloth to my arm. I bit my lip to stop from crying as she cleaned my wound. She had the tenderness of a mother, and for some reason I wanted to cherish this moment.

A smile made it's way on my lips as she wrapped my arm up. It was a perfect wrap too."Thank you." I whispered as I stood up.

"Your welcome and I'm sorry about my son. He takes after his father." She said as she rolled her eyes. She stuck her hand out to me.

"I'm Kirah by the way." She introduced herself.

"Robin." I said as I shook her hand. I walked out the bathroom with her behind me.