Melanie- The Full Moon (ON HOLD)

Reunited -Chapter 24 (Damien's POV)

The moment I heard her clear her throat, I knew she was pissed. Ayla is standing pretty close to me in order to hear me whisper since I didn't want Melanie to hear and get involved. This is too dangerous for her. I don't want her to get included for as close as I can get her away from it. She will be Alpha, along with me by her side. I will make sure that absolutely nothing comes in her way nor mine to harm her. She doesn't need to see more than she has to.

I love her and I don't think she really knows that, yet. I never got around to it. I plan to wait a little while after her birthday, I do have testis and I've used them first thing the second I met any pretty girl who would help me out with my urges. But only if we were dating at the time, then I'd nicely and smoothly break it off after about a week. When I bumped into Melanie for the first time, my body instantly memorized the feel of hers against mine and my mind was bombarded with so many questions and excitement. It felt like my wolf was trying to tell me something but didn't really want to ruin the surprise.

My body was craving for her touch again and I almost gave into the strong pull to touch her again, but kept my posture. The way she didn't take my hand when I offered to help her up... I was fascinated. Usually I'd be a little upset, especially if I caused her fall. Ever since I first kissed her she had my heart, body and sole.

She might not know that, but she knows for sure that I am solemnly hers. Those reds eyes made me literally forget my name. If it wasn't for my powers, I would have dropped my pants. But, then pull them right back up 'cause the only thing that's obvious on her mind is Ayla.

Backing away from Ayla, I slowly walk over to Melanie and wrap an arm around her. Showing obvious possession. She knows I'm terrified, how could I not be? I've never met this side of her before, then again, neither has she, maybe.

She looks so much taller when she's like this. Maybe her wolf is helping out with some of her behavior, very sexy by the way.

"Um, Em, babe. This is Ayla. Ayla, this is Melanie. My mate."

Ayla nods her head slightly at Em and they just stare at each other. Ayla looks over to me.

"Is she a werewolf too?"

"Yeah." I nod. She takes another quick look at Melanie then back at me.

"Then why are her eyes like mine?"

I try not to drag out the conversation and just get things explained and over with. I really am disappointed. This is supposed to be a quite, fun, relaxing weekend, far away from school and pack business, alone in my precious cabin with my beloved mate. But no, some how Ayla found me again, after two years, blaming me for their problems and asking me to save their asses. Again.

So, when Em tries to protest when I sigh and extend my arm to the entrance of the door, inviting Ayla in. I look up into her eyes, no doubt look in my eyes and tired expression triggering her sanity once again, she shrinks down and reels in her fishing hook. I smile slightly at my mate as Ayla walks in with an annoyed sway of her hips and kiss Em on her forehead, brushing back a stray hair that fell into her face when she leans into my touch with a sigh.

"Thank you," I whisper to her, looking deep into her beautifully red colored eyes. In which soften, connected to mine and I watch as the color of them slowly start to lighten to a pink shade with an elegant swirl. "Now be a good girl for me once we're in there, okay?"

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, okay. You do know who you're talking to, right?"

I chuckle lightly, earning a bright smile from her and a giggle of her own. I steal a breathtaking kiss from her, leaning our foreheads together. Amazed when I see her eyes change back to their original color, right in front of mine.