Kiss of Thorns

Chapter Five

Isabel-

Marlowe lay in her bed, breathing heavily. Her leg was still bleeding, but she would be okay. Or at least that's what one of the pack healers, Sara said. Marlowe had apparently gotten shot with a silver bullet, which made no sense. Our enemies were werewolves too, so that meant it would effect them too. The fact that they could still use weapons like that, it made them more dangerous. It meant that the Red Dusk Pack had something planned.

"Is?" Marlowe calls from the bed, reaching out a hand blindly. I smile at her motion. When Marlowe was three she had lost her sight in a battle. Sara had told her she could bring her sight back again, but Marlowe wouldn't have it. She said she was just fine not being able to see, that it made her stronger being able to fight when everything looked black. I sit on the edge of the bed, taking her hand.

"What is it Mar?" I ask.

"Stop fussing over me." She orders, in a teasing way, "Get some sleep. You look tired."

Sara laughs. "For once you're actually right, she does look tired."

Marlowe stuck her tongue out. "I may be blind but I'm-"

"Always right." Sara and I fill in. Marlowe said it far too often.

"I suppose that means I'm going to bed then." I say.

"Goodnight." Says Marlowe, as I bend down and kiss her forehead. "Bye." I wave at Sara, yawning.

I actually was sort of tired. It'd been a stressful day. I climb up the stairs, into my old attic room, opening the hatch. But when I close it, I realize I'm not alone.

"Die!" Adam shouts, stabbing the pillow over and over again.

I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh.

"C'mon, die already so I can find my sister!" He stabs the pillow again, and this time, the watermelon falls out onto the floor and his eyes go wide. I burst out laughing.

"You really are gullible, aren't you?" I ask, gesturing to the fallen watermelon with the tuft of black hair on it that made it look like me. "We put those in our beds in case someone tries to kill one of us in our sleep."

He drops the blade, breathing heavily. "How- how long have you been there?"

I smirk. "Long enough to see you make a fool of yourself."

He groans. "Just get over here so I can kill you already." He demands.

"Whoa there, you're not the only one here who can use the alpha voice. I can resist."

"And how do you have that?" He scoffs.

I shrug. "I'm an alpha."

"An alpha, really. Of what pack?" He steps closer, trapping me against the wall and caging me in.

"Midnight Thorn." I state.

"You know, I really hate to be the one to tell you, but, looks like they're gonna have to find a new alpha!" He growls, pulling another dagger out of his boot and lunging it at me. I duck under his arms, rolling away, and grabbing his other dagger off the floor. I point it at him.

"You fight well, but not well enough." I say, not even breaking a sweat.

"Put that down. I'll bet my hat you don't even know how to use it."

"You don't have a hat." I stick my tongue out at him.

"Touché." He leaps towards me, and I stand, both of us trying to attack each other.

I glance at my bed, getting an idea. "What does killing me even help with your becoming alpha?" I question, backing up.

He follows me. "It'll help me become the most powerful alpha there is." He answers, metal hitting metal as our daggers clink together. "Mates only hold alphas back!"

I turn my head to the side, stepping back more. "Did daddy alpha tell you that?"

He growls lowly at me. "Don't talk about my father like that."

"So he did tell you that then." I smirk, taking another step. I fall back, landing on the bed and pulling Adam with me. I lay my hands on either side of his face. His eyes darken with lust. "You wanna know a secret? If you kill me now you won't get all your alpha powers." I whisper into his ear. He groans.

"And what would you suggest?" He grips my waist, digging his nails into my hips.

I grin up at him, resting my hands on his chest. "Mate me alpha. Make me yours."

His eyes darken even more, and he nods in acceptance. Then he growls, and I find myself kissing him fiercely. His tongue slides against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I give in right away, pulling him closer and sliding backwards so that we both fit on the bed. He nips my lip, drawing blood. "That's for bitting me earlier." He explains, sucking on the open wound and making me moan.

"I wouldn't have minded if you'd helped me get rid of the wound."

I smirk at him. "Maybe next time." I say, picking at the ends of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor.

He growls lowly as I trace my fingers down his chest. "Don't stop." He tells me, starting to kiss down my neck.

"You like that huh?" I ask while tracing, in return for another growl.

"Don't tempt me." He says, sucking on my neck.

I groan. "Just mark me already."

He licks up and down my neck. "Or else what, alpha?" 

I growl lowly. "Or I make you." 

He grins into my collar bone. "Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but, you saying that only makes you sexier, and for that reason, you'll have to wait." 

I glare, even though he can't see it. Then, I flip us over, straddling him, and kissing down his chest. "And I hate to break it to you, but I get whatever the hell I want." 

He smirks up at me. "Oh?" 

"Yes." I say, watching as his teeth shaperen, him flipping me over and feeling his fangs bite into my neck. "I always do." 

What did you think, hmm?

-I put the A in Adela