Who Are We?

Chapter Three - Who Is She?

Blake's POV

Who does she think she is?

She's our mother that's who

Shut up Mace

I'm just saying. Mace is my wolf. As arrogant as he may be, we work together on almost everything.

Just as I'm letting my anger out on the kitchen, the door opens.

We better look nice

Why?

Look. I did as I was told and looked over toward the door. Fuck me. There stood one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever seen. She had long, white hair, a short black dress with leather boots and gloves. Her big, light blue eyes made my wolf want to take over. I get pulled out if my thoughts when my idiot of a brother yells.

"What the hell?!" She just stands there looking shocked. Shit, we messed up.

This was all you, I did nothing

Exactly my point. You could've stopped me!

Just shut up already

You can't tell me what to-

"Blake what the hell did you do?! You can trash your room all you want, but not the kitchen!" I couldn't help but to ignore him. I mean she was so different. So unique. So-

"Stop staring. Go find another chick to hook up with." I growled at his remark. "What, you do it every day. What's so different now?"

"Shut the fuck up Max. You don't know what you're taking about!" Shit, I scared her.

"If you're not going to let me eat, then I'll leave you two to argue." As she was about to leave the kitchen, I hugged her from behind. "What are you-" She smells so good. I continue inhaling her scent until I feel a sharp pain in my head.

"Ow" I turn around to see Max holding a plate. He looks pretty angry, but I don't really care. I kissed her neck and felt her shiver under my touch.

"Max, Dear, have you seen-" She stopped and stared at the beauty and I. "Get your hands off the guest!" She said smacking me in the head.

"Why is everyone hitting me in the head?!" I yelled letting go of her and looking at my mother. Wait, guest? I turned and stared at her again, this time she was facing me. Damn, I could stare into her eyes for hours.

Mark her. Mace purred in my head.

Not now.

"And Blake?"

"Hmm?" I asked still staring at her.

"What did you do to my kitchen?!" Fuck. I don't have time to deal with this. I took her hands and guided her out of the kitchen and into the living room. I sat her down on the couch and got lost in my thoughts.

"So you're the one who made me kiss the pavement?" She stood in front of me. "Hmm. Well, you do seem like the asshole type, so you pass." She said, giving me an annoyed smile. I stared into her eyes, trying to keep my wolf at bay. Fuck this is going to be hard.

"What?" So that's why it seemed harder to open the door. "Sorry"

"I don't pick you for the apologizing type"

"Only for you" I whispered. "Anyway, why did Caroline say you were a guest?" She stared at me blankly.

She doesn't know everyone

"My mother?" I restate.

"Oh, I'm staying here now..." She said, still confused. "Why did you call her Caroline?"

"That's her name" I flatly state.

"But you said she was your mum?"

"Oh, she is. I just prefer to call my parents by their names."

"Oh, okay..." She said, fittling with her hands.

"Were you crying?" I noticed how her eyes looked a bit red and puffy. Why would she be crying? Whoever made her cry is going to have to plan their own funeral soon.

"What?" She touched her face, realizing why I asked. "Oh, no no! I wasn't crying! Trust me!" She said, blushing. Psh, liar.

"If you say so" She smiled at me for not pushed her to answer any more. God, that smile could kill me.

"Why are you being nice to me?" That question pained me and my wolf.

"Ouch" I said while Mace whimpered in my head.

"Sorry, but you don't seem like a person who would be nice by choice"

"Trust me, I can be a lot nicer" I whispered in her ear, making her visably shiver. Smirking, I tilted her face up and kissed her. Wholly shit, her lips are so soft. Instead of pulling back like I expected, she returned the kiss. We stayed kissing for a few minutes until we had to catch our breath.

"Shit" She cursed, out of breath.

Let's take her upstairs where we can't be disturbed

No. We can't rush her like this. I hear her stop panting and I focus my eyes again. She passed out...fuck she passed out! Okay, let's just get her to her room. I make sure no one can see me, and carry her to her room. The last thing I need right now is to get yelled at again.

I place her on the bed and try to stand up, but she grabs my arm. I need to control myself around her more. I try pulling my arm out of her grasp, but she doesn't budge. I decide to lay on the bed with her, and soon I drift off into sleep, holding her close. What am I going to do?

Love her?

Stop it

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'll be writing about 2 - 4 chapters every day, and publishing them when I finished all of them so you'll be getting them in bunches.

Love you,

Ashley