He Cant Be... || EDITING ||

Chapter 10

Sorry about not posting, went out of town.

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Picture of Brittany ^

Heavens's POV

The pain had faided, I'm glad that werewolf's only have I believe a day. And I made it. I opened my eyes and felt something heavy around my waist. I knew it was Xavier and I creep over trying to get a good view at the clock. 4 a.m. What the heck am I doing up at this time. And who the heck am I talking to.

I slowly moved underneath Xavier's grasp, once I managed to get free I walked to the bathroom to freshen up. First shower, second teeth, and finally hair. I just put my hair in a messy bun nothing special. If you thought I forgot about the mark. NOPE. And I'm talking to imaginary people, goddess please help me.

I grabbed some yoga pants and a blue tank top, and I was walking out of my room I heard a little sob. I crook an eyebrow and I followed the sobbing, it lead me to Griven's room which made me extremely worried.

I knocked lightly so Ididnt wake anyone else, I heard some rustling. Finally Griven answered the door and by the look of her red puffy eyes and little ice cream on the side of her face, she was crying.

"Griven, can I come in? You seem you need a girl talk." I said lowly with a warming smile. Which was returned by a small sob from Griven. She shook her head no, but I didn't care she needs someone right about now and so my information I was the closes except the boys.

From the mention of the boys, Brandon piped into my head. I heard my wolf growl loud, and I couldn't agree with her anymore. He was a asshole for kissing me and trying to take me, i come up woth a list of resons why im glad nothing happened. First EW he is my mates younger brother, second he isn't my mate, and so on.

Griven cleared her throat which brought me out of my thoughts,"Yeah, your going to let me in. Now move or I'm going to break the door." I said not in a stiff tone. She shook in fear from my tone that nodded.

I gasped at her, her beautiful blonde hair was everywhere. She looked like a clown did her make up, also she smelled of all sorts of ice cream. First I need to get her washed up.

I grabbed her and pushed her to the bathroom after shutting her door, when I got the shower to the perfect temp I pushed her in to and I waited for her to be done. After so I did her hair, curling the needs a bit and since she was naturally beautiful there was no makeup needed.

I walked back to the room and groaned at the empty tubs of ice cream everywhere and I mean everywhere. In her underwear drower, on the TV, under the rug, and the topping and I don't know how she managed it but on top of the ceiling fan. I grabbed every single one, even the one on the ceiling fan and threw them away. Finally I made her bed and had her sit there with me.

"So what caused you to look like a clown made out with a bird nest, and somehow magically got a ice cream tub on the ceiling fan." Sorry its just funny and still a mistory.

"I..I..I don't know." I gave her a -seriously your going with that- which made her a bit scared.

"Fine." She sighed "My mate has a girlfriend.......and he might reject me!" She sobbed and crashed her head on my chest. Which hurted.