The Pura Lupus Pack [ON HOLD]

chapter 5- Sam and Loran

 LORAN'S POV

"He just went into shock, that's all. He should be awake in an hour or two. tomorrow at the latest." The pack doctor, Marcus, explained as he packed up his things and went for the door, annoyed that I called him over again after the 7th time he checked on him.

"Thanks." I said as he walked through the door. I sighed and I held Sam's hand. Why did this have such a big effect on you? You knew it was coming.

I heard stirring and saw Sam's eyes open. "Loran? What are you doing here? Where's Stacy?" he looked down at our hands. I was about to explain when he remembered. "Oh..." he trailed off.

He then did somehing very unexpected. He hugged me. I hugged him back. "I miss you. I miss you being my mate before rejecting me. But I wanna be with you. If you don't, I'll understand. Just please consider it." He pulled back. I didn't even think about what he said.

I already knew my answer.

I kissed him. Without thinking, I kissed my best friend's ex-boyfriend. The one she loved. The one she cared for. The one who cheated on her. With me.

But he was my mate. I would do anything for him, no matter what he ever did.

What surprised me was the fact that he had kissed me back right when our lips met. Like he wanted it just as much as I did.

He pulled me closer to him, as I sat on the bed and wrapped my legs around him. My hands were around his neck and his hands were on my ass seductively. I've been in this area before, hundreds of times, but I never thought I would feel this much ecstacy while being with my mate.

I pulled back for just a second to regain my breath, and Sam pulled forward and started the kiss again. I practically tore his shirt off of his body and felt my hands roaming around his muscular chest. He reached for the hem of my shirt slowly, not wanting to break the kiss anymore. When he got there, he quickly pulled it over my head.

Almost.

If it didn't get stuck in my earing, this probably would've gone the way that I hoped.

I squirmed and reached for his hand. "Shit, I'm so sorry." He untangled my shirt and I pulled it the rest of the way off.

I wanted to start kissing him again, and finish what we started. But when I looked up at him, we lost it. We couldn't stop laughing.

"You need something to eat. You've been in this coma thing for, what, three weeks now?" I said when our giggles subsided.

His look that he gave me when I said that was priceless. "Three weeks?!" He jumped off the bed and ran to the door, when he stopped.

He turned around and looked at my still shirtless torso. "Well, maybe food could be put off for a little longer." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I just laughed. "Go. Eat. I'll see you when you're done, but you better eat a lot." I threw his shirt at him and walked up to him.

"But I'll miss you." He complained like a toddler, stomping his foot. "Come with me?" He said, entwining our fingers and leaning his forehead onto mine with our noses touching. "We could cook together..." he trailed off.

Damn. He knows how much I like cooking from that one time Stacy invited us both over for a sleepover. A sleepover for me, a sleepover for Sam.

"Fine. I'm cooking a lot, and you better eat all of it." I said, walking away to get my shirt on. When I did, he lifted me up over his shoulders.

"Sam! Why?" I said giggling.

"You were taking too long," He shrugged. "And I want my food."

I giggled when he put me down in front of the oven. I knew what I wanted to make. Homemade biscuits and gravy.

He rummaged in a fatter looking drawer that almost looked like a junk drawer, until I looked in it. It had rolling pins, measuring cups, measuring spoons, mixing bowls, cooling racks, pastry brushes, pastry blenders, pastry bags, pastry wheels, flour sifters, and glass bowls that all sat in there. It also had two chef's hat,s aprons, and four oven mits.

"Oh my Goddess, that's a lot of my favorite things to bake with. How does the pack house have this many things that I didn't know about?" I jumped up and down excitedly.

"Okay, well before you start anything, you need to put on your chef's outfit." He smiled and put my chef's hat on. He also put my apron on and tied it just above my butt. That didn't stop him from pinching it.

I was pouring 2 cups of flour in the bowl when he did that, which made me jump and flour went everywhere. It landed in my blonde hair and Sam's golden hair.

"Oh, you are so gonna get it." He said, wiping the flour out of his hair. Well, trying to.

He grabbed a handful of flour and flicked it at me.

"OH nuh-uh!" I blew the flour from my lips and took the milk and poored some over his head.

He pulled my blouse towards him and down slid some butter. "Hey! That's not fair!" I laughed.

I took some celery sticks out of the fridge and shoved them in his nose. I couldn't help but fall on the floor, laughing. "You have a little bit of green in your nose!" I said through laughs. He threw some more butter my way.

"Oh, there's more where that came from!" He was about to throw flour on me, when a booming voice shouted.

"What are you two doing in here? My kitchen! Mine!" The pack chef went out crying.

Sam and I stared at each other in all our flour covered glory. We started laughing so much, especially Sam. He fell on the floor next to me.

"My kitchen! Hahahahaha! Mine!" He laughed. 

I joined in,"Does he need a wambulance?!" 

I was still laughing when I felt a pair of eyes on me. "You're fucking beautiful, even with all the flour and stuff on you." He whispered in my ear huskily. 

"And you look like a dork," I smiled and got up. 

"I'm wounded." He got up too and put his hand over his heart, feigning hurt. 

"You'll get over it," I responded, making my way to the restroom to see how hideous I really looked. 

"Oh my Goddess! Why didn't you tell me I looked like this!" I said, shooing him out so I could jump in the shower. 

He stopped the door from going any further. "I told you. You look beautiful." he shrugged. 

I took off my shirt; he's seen me this far so I really didn't care. "Out. Now." I motioned for him to leave when I caught him staring at the curve of my breasts. 

He let out a sigh of defeat which caused flour to go everywhere. "Fine." he closed the door and left. 

I took off the rest of my clothes and got into the nice, cool shower. 

I then heard the door slowly creak open. Footsteps started coming my way. "Leave, Sam. How many times do I have to tell you?" 

"Uhh, Loran? It's not me that's in the bathroom." 

I gulped. I slowly turned my head around the curtain. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I screeched. The thing I saw was not pleasant. The person had a greyish face, red around the eyes, and crooked yellow teeth with only the bottom row. 

"Hello, Loran. I was ordered to kill you. Your kind. The-" He was interupted by a Pura Lupus with green eyes snap his neck! 

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I hope this is some sort of cliff hanger. Hmmmm, who's the third one? Comment who you think it is. I just want to see who's reading my book, please! PIC OF LORAN ON THE SIDE!!!! ------>>>

PEACE. 

LOVE.

SKITTLES.