Can He Be Tamed?

Chapter 5- Unedited

Miguel’s POV

I stood in the doorway watching my little sister curl into his chest and wrap her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, it made me sick watching the way he looked at her.

My dad was pissed, hell I was ready to rip her out of his arms and stab the shit out of him. But I knew that would likely cause her pain, and that’s the opposite of what we were trying to accomplish.

My dad was trembling trying to keep his wolf in check, my mom was rubbing back soothingly, but he and everyone else was glaring at him. Domnick was in the other doorway watching with black eyes and clenched fists.

That was my little sister, the same one who annoyed the shit out of me. The same one who will only eat dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, the same one who’s expelled right now because she broke 172 bones in some bitch’s body and then threw her down a flight of stairs and lit her and the school on fire.

She clutched onto him tighter, he looked down at her his eyes softening. What was that? Love? Adoration? He was looking at her like she was his new puppy on Christmas morning. I saw Dominick’s eyes dart around the room, probably looking for a weapon or shank so he could kill this fucker.

How could my own dad set my little sister, his little girl, in the hands of the most dangerous killer in the world. And then sit there and watch him look at her like that. I looked at her instead of him, she looked peaceful, for once. Not exhausted and worn out like she has been the past few days.

She seemed to get better today, the first day she spent shut in her room, she wasn’t crying. She wasn’t doing anything that’s what worried us, she would just close her eyes and sit against the wall. Then she decided to go to school , and almost kill a girl.

And then he showed up making her pass out in pain. She was getting better. She was. And then he ruined it.

He just looked down at her, he wasn’t doing anything but looking at her intently , he was studying her. Like he had never seen something like her.

My sister was beautiful. She didn’t see it, but everyone else did. Everyone. She inherited my dad’s dark brown hair and tanned skin. Her hair was in a messy bun like it always was when she worked out or trained. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

Her eyes were a unique golden color, ever since she had met him they had turned black. She had a perfect smile and pink lips she inherited from my mom. She had those dimples that got her anything she wanted, but she hadn’t used them since she was probably Slade’s age. My friends had told me more than once she had the perfect body, but I just punched the shit out of them and told them to shut the hell up or I was going to break every bone in their body.

His hand was on her hip, and his thumb was brushing over her inked hip bone, that looked more profound because she hadn’t eaten that I know of. I swallowed back a growl, I can’t believe my dad is letting him touch her like that. I can't believe he’s letting him touch her at all. It took a doctor telling him, if she didn’t touch her mate, she would probably go into a coma and not come back out.

He explained that it’s a defensive meconism, she mentally pushed her conscious into the back of her mind, to protect her from the pain. And if the pain doesn’t stop, she’ll eventually push herself into a frozen state of mind, and won't come back out.  He said it only happens with the strongest warriors and he’s only seen it happen two times in his life.

I felt pride surge through my when he called her a strong warrior. He was in complete awe of her when he was explaining it.

“She’s coming back to live with me” he spoke finally.