Solstice Howl

06

I saw them for a brief millisecond- a half second if even.

But that was all it took.

A furocious roar ripped out of his throat as my eyes collided with his icy blue ones. I tried to crawl out from underneath him but my attempt was futile, his hands like clamps on my waist.

"Get off of me!" I exclaimed, as I bucked from underneath him; my eyes once again squeezed shut.

He started rapidly talking in a foreign tongue, hands cupping my face and his face a hairbreadth away.

"Open your eyes love," his voice, like rich chocolate heavily blanketed in an accent I could not recognize, compelled me. He wasn't assertive with his command, not hostile, he simply told me to.

My eyes blinked open, and I hoped the hatred shone right through him.

Unrecognizable emotions filtered through his ice-like eyes as I peered into them with as much ferocity as I could muster.

"Beautiful," he murmured as his eyes swept over my face.

I finally looked away from his cerulean eyes when I realized that my glaring wasn't moving him in any way.

It was like- he looked right through me and conjured up my reaction in his imagination.

I violently surged up, not moving him, but garnering his attention.

Thankfully, that seemed to knock him out of his mesmerized state because he quickly and efficiently climbed off of me.

I sat up immediately and cradled my injured hand to my chest, curling into myself to make me seem smaller.

He cleared his throat and adjusted his disheveled hair and clothing, to which I realized are very expensive looking, tailoring him perfectly.

"I'm going to introduce myself," Whatever spell he was in, is long gone now. Now, he's dominant and regal, not the lovesick puppy he was.

Which one was worst? I don't know, lovesick puppy I can easily hurt and manipulate. Stoic Alpha will be a tougher case to crack.

I watched the way he holds himself, with his strong shoulders held back and head held high.

A wolf who could be knocked down a few steps on the arrogance scale. A wolf that I was afraid to challenge.

This isn't a war I've ever fought before.

"I'm Luka Romano, Alpha of European Continent, and you-" he interrupted himself to pierce me with a knowing stare, "are my mate."

After that, all hell broke loose. It's one thing concluding something on your own, but it's another to have it verified by your worst nightmare.

I had screamed my bloody head off and wrecked everything in sight, not wanting to be tied to that monster in any way, wanting to destroy everything in my path.

Ignoring the pulsating pain in my hand, I ripped things to shreds and screamed my throat raw, needing to be alone, needing to get away.

I felt like a caged animal at a zoo, being gawked at, as if I'm an exotic animal who can't be let free in fear of me attacking.