Super Wolf

Chapter 6

Dedicated to my best friend in the whole world Emily for making a wattpadd account JUST to read my book! I luh u baee

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The crisp mint and deep redwood almost choked me; it wasn't that it was overpowering, but it was all I could focus on. 

Behind my eyelids was my mate. 

Who was a killer. Someone with no respect for human life. Someone who just a few hours earlier I had thought about killing myself. 

And then there was that stupid irrational nagging in my heart. That's right, even I have an emotional part of my brain. The optimistic part that wanted to see the good in people; the true naive-teenage-girl part of my soul that never got out to come and play. 

Maybe he just needed a mate like you to come in and turn his life around. 

Maybe he is forced to be this gang leader, and he actually hates doing what he does. 

Deep down he must be a good person. Everyone is a good person on the inside. 

Maybe this isn't Trey Lynch. It could be any number of his slaves... 

But it had to be Trey Lynch. The power radiating off of him was impossible to ignore; it was hitting me full force, almost making me want to bow down to him. As an alphaless female, it was difficult to resist showing some sign of submission. But I persisted, opening my eyes, careful to avoid his. 

If we made eye contact, it sealed the deal. 

Okay, so that wasn't true. To seal the deal wolves had to mate and the female had to be marked; but once you looked into your mate's eyes, it would be near impossible to resist going through with the mating. 

"Well talk about a plot-twist," I commented sourly, crossing my arms over my chest. What can I say? Nonchallance is practically a defense mechanism for me. I should have known my indifference would elicit a reaction from him. 

"Who are you?" he growled, anger permeating every syllable. I almost snapped my head up; was he talking to me like that? Powerful alpha or not, no one talks to Brinley Easton like that. 

"A friend of Brinleys," came Juan's shakey voice. For some reason, I was glad Lynch hadn't been addressing me like that. Almost as though some freaky wolf-part of me was glad he wasn't mad at me. But I was slightly angered that Juan just had to go and use my name. It was suppossed to be a secret. 

I was going to kick Jenson's butt when I saw him. 

"And why are you in my apartment?" Lynch asked next, sounding peeved. I was starting to get uneasy; and that was not an emotion I was used to. 

"She made me come," Juan said, and I saw out of the corner of my eye his chin tilting in my direction. 

 "Leave," said Lynch's voice. Why did that command hurt me so bad? I mean, I knew why; but it wasn't a good enough reason for my insides to be clenching in regret. I didn't want him to want me to leave. I mean, how dumb was that? Argh, I knew my fight had been inevitable; years in, I was becoming an actualy girl, with emotions and all.

"O-Okay," Juan said, stalking out of the room quickly. I sighed and followed after, but not before a warm hand grabbed my arm, eliciting sparks to run up and down my entire body, nearly getting a shiver from me. 

Jerking my arm away, I growled. 

"Why are you leaving?" he asked me, and I wanted to throw my arms up in frusturation. He had just told me to get out, and now he wasn't going to let me? Was I mated to some PMSing 12-year old?