The Three She-Wolves (completed)

Chapter 13: Oh So Lucky Thirteen

Hi, let's just get to the point today, huh? :D

 Song of the chapter : F*cked Up Situation by My Darkest Days --->

 Pic of Drake Johnson (obviously) --->

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Recap:

All of a sudden, Nate stopped and bent down in front of the garden by the lake. He came back up with a red rose and tucked it into my hair.

"Awwww, your so romantic, Hero. Thanks," I smile in awe.

"Your welcome, my beautiful Angel," Nate kissed my hand as he brought my hand to his lips.

"Nate, you're taking my damn breath away," I giggled. "Stop it, I'd like to live longer!"

"Okay, okay. I'd like for you to live longer, too, so I can tell you something," he admitted.

"Ooh, and what shall that be?" I wondered.

He stared at me and whispered, "I love you, my beautiful Angel."

I was awestruck. Did he just say...? Oh shit! No way! Excitement burst through me, as did a bunch of emotions.

My eyes watered as I clutched his hand for dear life. This was the person who saved my life, my boyfriend, my mate.

And I whispered back, "I love you, too, my strong Hero."

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Chapter 13

 =Victoria=

I didn't want to die yet. I didn't even find my mate yet. SEE? I stand corrected!!! I am gonna die alone! Jeesh, people never listen to me.

 Wait, what if I get raped? I don't want kids yet! A lot of work is involved there. And what if it's a girl that does it?! I so do not want a purple dildo shoved up me.

 "Who are you?" a low sexy voice demanded while holding the blade closer to my throat.

 I panicked. I was about to scream, but then he warned me, "Make a sound and this slices threw your skin just like that, like butter."

 Butter? I raised an eyebrow at him.

 He shrugged. "What? That's the easiest thing to compare it to."

 I stifled a giggle. What the hell? I'm on the verge of being killed and I'm trying to stifle a giggle?

He brought his face near mine and ordered, "Hey! Don't you dare try to giggle to change the subject. Now who are you?"

 "Why should I tell you?" I retorted.

 He narrowed his eyes at me. "Because I asked you to!"

 "What's the magic word?" I sang.

 "Please?" he rolled his eyes.

 "No thanks," I said casually.

 "Why the fuck not?" he PMS-ed.

 "Oooh, calm your panties down. You're the one who said if I make a sound, then this blade will slice me like butter," I quoted.

 "Don't use my own words against me! And you're making sounds right now, so what difference does it make? Huh?"

 "You really wanna know?" I pressed.

 "Yes. Jeesh, you irritate me," he muttered, still holding the knife against my throat.