Tylant wolf

Chapter fourteen

I snuggled in closer to Peterson trying to get as much warmth as possible in this igloo of a house. He wrapped her thick arms around me and my head was just underneath his chin. His small intakes of breaths started to make me fall back asleep but as soon as I started a chill came up my spin forcing me to open my eyes.

"Peter." I felt a spurt of fear spark in my chest. "Please wake up."

He groaned and peeked a eye open at me. "Yes?"

I felt the chill appear again making my body start shivering. Peterson frowned and pulled me as close as possible to him, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "What's wrong babe." He yawned.

"I think Monroe is trying to visit me in my sleep."

I felt Peterson pull his body away from me and a low growl slipped from his lips. "Wait right here."

He stood up alert and ready. He started to walk to the door but I called out his name. "Don't leave me alone."

"I'll be right back." He muttered and opened the door quickly running down the hallway.

I pulled the covers up to my face closely, turning on the lamp trying to light up the room. My eyes started to drift shut again but quickly popped open at the sounds of footsteps.

"I know your here." My voice was breathless. "T-the bite on my neck is tingling." The door suddenly slammed shut.

The foot steps stopped in the direction of the light in my room. And there he stood.

He was tall and built, not as built as Peterson of course. He had brown hair with these purple eyes that seemed to hold you captive in a unforgettable trance. I felt hypnotized, as if I had been swimming in the ocean for years and I finally found shore to rest upon.

His brown hair was slicked back with gel, a few strands still managed to fall on his handsome face.

My insides churned with desire and fear.

Peterson! I called out in my head, but the connection with me and him was gone, my head felt cold and empty.

I whimpered and scooted closer to the bed pressing my body against the back board. "Please leave me alone, I don't want to be like you, I want to be with Peterson."

Monroe tipped his head to the side still staring at me, his eyes still haven't blinked. He let out a light smile and his pearly sharp white teeth appeared. His fangs were long and sharp like a knife, ready to bite into my soft skin any moment.

He walked closer to me forcing my body to erupt in tingles.

"Oh Chloe, you're getting powerful! I'm glad that she can finally manage to do something right." He gently put his hand on my shoulder rubbing his thumb on me.

I hissed and shoved his hand off. "Don't touch me!" I cried out as loud as possible hoping someone can hear me, but I know it's useless.

He was on me in a second, my arms pinned back forcefully and his weight above my frame. "Don't tell me what to do I control you!" He yelled in my face making spit go flying.

I sunk back into the bed wishing for Peterson to come and save me like he's done before.

Monroe gently lifted up my head with his hand forcing me to look into his eyes. He leaned in slowly until his lips were right above mine.

I sucked in my lips so he couldn't touch them, I didn't want this to happen, my body was screaming 'yes' but my heart and brain agreed for the first time in my life and screamed louder 'no'.

"Chloe,  I can't wait until you find out the truth, and come running back to me." He rested his head on mine and I struggled underneath his powerful hold.