Kiss of Thorns

Chapter Three

Isabel-

I'm frozen. I litterally cannot move. My limbs, and the rest of my body, feels weak. I hadn't been expecting someone to jump on me. Or turn out to be my mate. Or to kiss me. I didn't know what to do. I knew he was supposed to be my enemy, but I know I can't help myself. So, I kiss him back. 

He presses his chest against mine, hands laying on my waist. My own hands grip his hair, holding him against me. I felt, and hear him growl lowly. I didn't know who this guy was, much less his name, and yet I was still kissing him. Then I think about it, realising how wrong it is, not even knowing a thing about him. I nip at his lip, him shivering and pulling away. 

"You drew blood." He says, one of his hands leaving my waist to dab his bottom lip. 

"What the hell did you do that for?!" I demand, trying to push him off, but he stays still. 

His eyebrows furrow, and suddenly he looks crushed. "Shouldn't I be allowed to kiss my mate?" 

I push him once more to get him off so that I can move again. This time, I succeed. "I don't even know you! That's highly inaproppriate!" 

His bottom lip, still bleeding, begins to quiver. "P-please, at least tell me your n-name." He begs. 

I roll my eyes. "Isabel." 

He comes closer. "That's such a pretty name for my angel." He raises his hand, laying in on my cheek, stroking the skin. I close my eyes. "I'm Adam." 

I repeat his name in a sigh. "My mate." I whisper. 

He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I snap out of it, memories flashing before my eyes, of the last person who had done that. My rescuer, and best friend. Myles. "You may be my mate, but you will not distract me from my goal." I shove him away, with force, shifting into my white wolf. 

He shifts as well, into a dark brown wolf, with ocean blue eyes. Eyes that look so sad, so pleading. He whimpers, pawing at the ground, as if to say he's sorry. I growl lowly, nodding away, hoping he understands that I want him to go, since he's not in my pack, and we can't talk in a mindlink. 

I step backwards as he starts to try and follow, snarling before racing off. Francis soon joins me on my left side, Clove coming to my right. Sorry, I got a little held up. I say in the mindlink, rolling my eyes. 

I saw everything. Francis says, giving me a wolfish grin. 

Clove shares his grin. I can't wait to hear the story. 

I growl at them. Their ears fall back against their heads. Lets focus on why we came here, eh? 

I run off ahead of them, knowing they'll follow. Wolves from both sides appear scattered acorss the front side, the pack house within reach. I turn back to nod at them, and we rush forth, breaking in through a window. Mothers and children wait inside, and I try not to let my sympethic side turn back on, seeing as I knew all their names. Clove and Francis don't touch a single one, knowing it's useless. I would only attack them. We never harmed anyone on the sidelines, just the ones who fought. It was our code. To only fight with the ones who wanted to be fought with, or the ones who tested us with growls or snarls. Luckily none of the ones we passed appeared as any threat whatsoever. They all looked fearful, letting us walk through without having to shift into our human forms. 

We make it up the stairs easily. I knew how this worked. I knew this pack from inside out. And even though it'd been at least three years, I still remembered where everything was. How the bedrooms on the first floor belonged to the lowest members, the second floor to the second lowest, third to the third lowest, and the top floor belonged to the alpha and luna, where they always hid, while their pack members died on the field. I knew for a fact that the luna was forced, but the alpha, he was a coward. 

I growl lowly as I hear a she-wolf whimpering. A she-wolf I knew very well, and had known all my life. The luna, probably being forced to do something she didn't like. I felt so bad for her, since she had the worst mate possible. 

We barge in, me first, my betas tailing me. The alpha slowly climbs off his injured luna, blood dripping from his teeth, as well as her neck. He growls upon seeing me, tackling me to the ground. My betas take the defensive, hackles raised as they stand by, in case he hurts me too much. I never liked them tagging along in situations like this, but they insisted. 

He bites my ear, blood gushing as I roll him over, nipping at his sides and clawing his stomach. He yelps in pain, rolling me again. I duck away from his advances, and it goes on again like this. Rolling, and rolling, neither of us admiting defeat. 

Yes, I think, as I stand over him after some time. I'll finally be free from him. 

Alpha, Marlowe is wounded. Clove says in my mind, and I almost want to snap her neck, for ruining the moment. But then she adds on, badly. 

I sigh, knowing I'll have to wait until next time. Marlowe was the youngest of our pack members, she was only thirteen. If she was injured, and she died, I wouldn't ever forgive myself. I hop off of the alpha limply, standing up and bowing my head, a sign of defeat. He lifts his head back into a howl, and I send a message to all my pack members. Retreat. 

I turn to look at Francis and Clove, who do as I say. I look at the alpha for some time, glaring at him, and telling him it isn't over. I follow behind them after some time, but not before I see a dark brown wolf waltz in. I nod at the wolf, leaving out the door. A familiar voice stops me cold. 

"Father?" Adam asks, "Are you alright?" 

I growl lowly, shaking my head. If I could, I would begin to cry in my wolf form. Because I couldn't believe that my mate was not only in my least favorite pack, he was the son of my arch enemy. The same man that drove me out with that fire years ago. Which meant that Adam was my brother. I run off down the stairs, and this time, I don't look back. 

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-I put the A in Adela