NOTE: NOW EDITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =-)
C. H. A. P. T. E. R. 6.
RUN. SCREAM. & HOPEFULLY DIE.
Kristoff’s POV.
I carried my beautiful sleeping mate into the house, carefully monitoring her soft, slow breathing. Her wolf, Roxy would say nothing about Rosamond’s mental state and that made me wonder why she wouldn’t tell me, I was her mate, what was she afraid of?
I shook it off, she would have to tell me tomorrow. I had considered bringing her into see the doctor. Dr. Aalen Dolan or more popularly known as: Dr. D. Double D, or D2 {D squared]. He’s our kind loving pack physician and a long time family friend.
‘Why did she pull back when Kristoff was about to kiss her?’ my wolf wasn’t too happy at all and neither was I.
“You did kiss Rosamond!” her wolf seemed so upset. [AN: ‘this’ is the thoughts of POVs wolf, & “that” is other person/thing.]
‘Did not! Their lips bareley touched!?’
“Sorry…” her voice was distressed.
‘Why…?’
“She told me not to tell you anything.”
The anger rose up in me, why would she not tell me? I was her mate!
“She’s very timid and wont trust you… and that’s all I can say, ask her in the morning.” And she retreated back.
I slammed my bedroom door, took a breath and carefully set her down on my bed, staring at her small form. Why had she been at the old gym? That place was off limits and had been shut down years ago. Did she do gymnastics? Who was she? Rouge? No, our borders were fully protected and she wasn’t just passing through.
Her name was Rosamond, but did she go by Rose or Rosy? Where was she from? I’d never seen her before, or anyone like her. Her black and dark red hair splayed across the pillow. Her eyes deep brown that sometimes seemed to flash red, white skin that spoke of scarcely any sun, and a figure near perfection.
I looked away gasping back the air I had missed while watching her sleep. Something pulled me in and I leaned over her and whispered her name, loving the way it rolled off my tongue. She sighed, tickling my face with her lovely unnerving sent. My stomach flipped and my heart sped.
“Mine.” I smile. She was mine, all mine, and I could not let anything get in the way of that, not even herself if need be. What did she think of me? Would she be resistant? Why had her eyes looked so sad and her mind protected with a brick wall? Her dark make up and almost ghost like completion worried me to the point were I was taking off her sweatshirt, we had fallen several stories down.
But I couldn’t describe the moment when I realized it was her, my mate. The shock, panic and anger as I saw her flip over the edge of the warehouse. I shook the memory out of my head, but it still sent my heart racing to think of her getting injured.
‘She’s here, and safe now.’ My wolf reminded me.
I know. I don’t think I could take my mind off her if I wanted to… and that feeling when we touched, incommunicable. I knew I was in for a ride, but nothing like this. And her body, even from under her sweatshirt, mouthwateringly exhilaratingly thrillingly delightfully yummy… yum! She was-
BAM!!!
I whirl around, taking a defensive position in front of her, growling.
“Oh, calm down Kristoff!” Abby hissed at me, clearly pissed as she stomped at me.
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