My Living Hell (Completed)

Chapter 4

Ashlyn's pov

We talked for the rest of that night and I found out how he found my little hide out.

It seems that he had accidentally crossed into pack territory and was quickly pursued. He ran till he caught a scent of vanilla and honey and followed it. he then followed it into this run down piece of crap. My run down piece of crap. He then followed it into my room and decided to wait for the person with the delicious scent to come back. After a few hours of waiting he decided to clean himself up for my arrival. He found out I was a girl when he went through all my stuff. Including my underwear drawer.

Of course he then tried to ask me again why I lived there. Though he sensed my discomfort and quickly changed the subject. Although he had a determined look on his face, and I knew that he wouldn't give up. I knew that I wasn't ready to tell him so I ignored his subtle persistence on the subject.

Before we went to bed I took a big sniff of his scent, and finally focused on the fact that he was a vampire. My wolf was confused that our mate was a vamping, but after a quick debate we decided that as long as he took us far away from my father we didn't care what he was. He could've been a mass murderer for all we cared. We could tell that he was curious as to why his mate was a wolf but he just shrugged it off. Once my head hit his chest and I snuggled into him to my hearts content, I quickly drifted off into a very deep and peaceful sleep.

Aden's pov

When I woke up in the morning I felt warm. I felt like I was pressed up against a heater. I looked down at my arms and saw my beloved. The sun was hitting her head making her light chocolate hair turn to a red. Her skin was paler than most female wolves I'd seen, and it just made me wonder more about what she was hiding from me. Whatever it was I knew that it wouldn't be good.

When I saw her burst through the door last night with her eyes blacked our I knew without even sniffing that she was the one with the intoxicating scent. She was about 5'7" and had a curvy build. She has curly chocolate brown hair and the lightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. When I set my eyes on her I knew that she'd been through a lot in her 17 years.

Looking at her right now, I know that she is strong but still needs to be protected. I can tell that she's a little too trustworthy. I can also sense her innocence. An innocence like her's is almost unheard of. But something is haunting her, and whatever it is won't leave her alone. I just hope that I can help her. Like a true mate should.

All she has to do is let me in. It hurts me a bit to know that she's hiding something from me. Though I also know, that whatever it is must really be messed up if she doesn't even want to tell her mate about it. Whatever or whoever it is that haunts my little honey pie will pay for what they have done to her. I intend to find out what it is, and if she doesn't tell me herself, and soon, then I will use a different way to find out about it. She'll be mad at me, but if it takes away her haunted look off her face than I will gladly endure the consequences.

I feel her snuggling up closer to me and decide to sleep a little while longer.

Authors note

Sorry about the very first update. it is my first time publishing a story and I'm figuring out how to do it by trial and error. Just please go with it and don't forget to comment. I would really like to know what y'all think about the story.