He didn't speak to me. I think he could sense my anger during the car ride, my frustration. I sat there, my hands balled into fists, wishing I had the strength to do something.
I wasn't weak, or small. I wasn't some frail child. I was the youngest of three, I knew how to hold my own in a fight, and I knew how to knock someone out with one punch. But, by nature, I wasn't built for fighting. I was five-foot-four, scrawny rather than lean. I had glasses and a low pain tolerance.
But I couldn't cry to mommy that Candy was pulling my hair anymore. I was in the real world, and I wasn't ready.
Hours passed as we rolled along the roads, twisting and turning, Through cities, towns, woods. Eventually, we rolled up to a massive house that I knew must have belonged to Nicholas. And now, I fancied, me by extension.
I eyed everything warily as the car slowed to a stop, the driver shutting it off and getting out. Bodies began to file out of the front doors, and I felt my jaw clench as one female after another trailed outside. There were males as well, but the ratio seemed to be five-to-one, and my instincts kicked in. My hands gripped Nicholas', the heat running up my arm and through my body, and he glanced at me, a brow quirked.
"If I can't mark you, you can't be possessive." He said with a shrug, though didn't pull away. His very touch felt good, it dampened the need I felt, and I knew it must feel similar to him. He opened the door and slid out, and I did my best to keep up with him, taking two steps to match one of his. Shock was written on every gaze as they watched us, watched me.
I could sense their thoughts. I couldn't read minds, nothing close, but it was written on their faces. Nicholas had a mate. She's a juvenile. She's a tiny little thing, she isn't Alpha material. I saw jealousy painted on a few faces, and that made something inside of me burn hot and angry. Nicholas was twenty-six; after a certain point, men just stopped waiting. Maybe she was dead or mated to someone else, but after a few years, it was easy to lose hope.
I tried not to blame him. But as a female approached, her smile friendly, I felt the urge to mark him. To sink my teeth in the first flesh I could and call dibs. I didn't though; I held my pride and what little morals I had anymore together, and I resisted.
"Congrats Nicky!" She squealed as she neared, jumping to hug him. He caught her small body with one hand, my hands still holding the other, and that was when I snapped.
A growl tore through my throat, angry and animalistic, and I felt myself begin to lower, ready to pounce - when I caught her scent. Maple trees and honey. She resembled him, the same dark hair, the same fair skin, eyes green rather than black.
She was his sister.
Before I could fully process this fact, she was on the ground and he stood in front of her, blocking me. He tightened his grip on my hand, his gaze warning, like a father to a pup. "Calm the fuck down." He said, tone low, and I felt guilt and shame pulse through me. I'd almost attacked his kin. I hadn't controlled myself, and I knew I should have. But I didn't say these things, suddenly feeling far more stubborn.
"You beat the shit out of my family for defending me." I said, crossing my arms, feeling the corners of my lips begin to turn up at the start of a snarl. "Sorry if I went a little wolfy when some girl came and pounced on you. From the looks of it, you've fucked half the females in this pa-"
I was cut short when he moved forward, hands gripping my hips and tossing me over his shoulder. I gasped, the breath thoroughly knocked out of me, and before I knew it I was pounding on his back, my legs flailing. Anger radiated off of him like a furnace, and I knew I'd embarrassed him. That wasn't an argument that should have happened in public. But part of me was glad that I'd pissed him off; a taste of his own medicine.
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NICHOLAS (old version)
WerewolfEveryone knows about Alpha Nicholas. He's the type of man who kills the innocent and recruits the guilty, the type of man who values power and obedience. Darcy's pack has been a victim of Nicholas for as long as she can remember. Once a year, all...