My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

Chapter 32

~~~Vanessa’s P.O.V~~

“What are you guys thinking? Whatever it is, I don’t agree!” I yelled.

I didn’t understand the way they were looking at me, so I got scared. They’ve been scaring me a lot, since I woke up. I never know what they are going to do.

They laughed, together, and it was something to be heard. It was a melodic hum that made me want to hear more.

I was so busy thinking about their laugh, that I hadn’t noticed them leaning into me.

“What are y-,” I began only to be cut off.

The grabbed me by the waist and moved their fingers in unison.

Yeah, they began to tickle me. I was rolling, laughing, and loads of giggles and I didn’t like it. I was laughing so much that it brought tears to my eyes—literally. They began laughing with me when I rolled myself up into a ball for protection from their tickling fingers.

“Please! Stop!” I screamed over and over, again.

“Never!” Angelo yelled.

Okay, I don’t know if it was just me, but that ‘never’ sounded a bit seductive. I’ve noticed that Angelo is very seductive and all about action, while Christiano is very sweet and gentle.

I gasped when I felt a pair of lips touch mine. I quickly turned my head away.

“So, that was your approach?” I ask, bitterly.

“To be honest, no, that wasn’t an approach at all. It’s just that I was watching how beautiful you were, when you laugh. I just couldn’t resist,” Angelo admitted, cockily.

I looked up to see a grinning pair of boys. Yes, I said boys.

“Ugh, get off of me,” I said, in disgust.

A beat past before I heard, “No.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, taken aback.

“I said no,” was said again.

“Angelo-.”

I was cut off, “I didn’t say anything.”

I was surprised to see that the one who answered wasn’t on top of me nor was it Angelo.

I scrunched up my face in confusion. “Are guys trying to mess with my head?”

“No, ma io ti amo, amore mio. Ti voglio, fatemelo ti amo,” Christiano spook, sounding wary.

“What?” I asked.

“He said ‘I love you, my love. I want you, please let me love you,’” Angelo translated. “And I feel the same.”

Why do they have to be so damn sweet? Ah! I already feel guilty for being in their arms and not Brandon’s. Brandon….

“We’re sorry that this happened the way it did but please, we just ask for a chance.”

They are really sweet and they treat me as if they need me and would take care of me. That’s stupid because Brandon does the same, just in a…wolfy way. I love him, though I feel myself drawing towards these knuckleheads.

I cursed under my breath. Why am I even thinking about this? I’m Brandon’s mate and I love him.

I cursed again, “Fine.”

Christiano or whichever he was got off of me and I sat up. A light breeze blew passed, making me shiver and hug myself.

“Why is it so cold in here?” I looked at myself to see that I’m wearing a thin silken material. I don’t even want to know how it got on me, where it came from, or who put it on me.