" Open up!" He screamed. " Open this door right now before I break it do- Oh hey mum." He said the last part softer. I ran over to the door and opened it. His mom was standing there with a cute little baby girl.
" Awe." I said looking at the adorable baby.
" This is my mum and sister Gemma." He said sheepishly.
" Why didn't you tell me your mom was so hot. You're sisters adorable." I gushed running over to her. " Oh my you're glowing."
" I like her already Harry. The moon goddess did well." She said. " She much more beautiful than I thought." His mom said making me blush.
" Yes she is." He said wrapping his arms around my waist.
" Tell me do you already have him whipped?" A girl my age said walking up the stairs with a older man who looked like Harry. I guess that was his father.
" Oh I would love to see the dad when my puddle of sunshine is whipped." His mom said and he growled. I smacked his hand.
" Don't growl at your mom." I said and he frowned at me. " Now apologies." He looked at me and groaned.
" I'm sorry mum." He then looked at me. "Happy?" I nodded smiling at him.
" Oh dear lord. I never thought in my life I would see my older brother whipped." The girl said.
" Diana I am not whipped." He said.
" Yes you are." Everyone except for Harry said. He muttered a few colorful words and kissed my neck. I smiled at his action. Then Harry's head snapped back to his parents.
" The Staten pack is down. Now all that is left is the Riverdale pack." He said and him mom smiled.
" You're ok with him killing innocent packs?" I asked. She growled at me and Harry growled at her.
" Don't growl at my mate." He said and she ignored him and directed her attention to me. I felt bad because she didn't do anything to physically hurt me. He shouldn't have to defend me from his mother.
" They aren't innocent. They killed my mate." I felt as Harry's claws sunk into my hips. I gasp at the pleasure I felt. I shuddered a little bit.
" What do you mean they killed your mate?" I asked.
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Creatures
RomanceWe are, if anything, creatures of habit. Drawn to the safety and the comfort of the similar. But what happens when the familiar becomes unsafe? When the fear that we've been desperately trying to avoid, finds us where we live? We are all creatures o...