A L P H A A L E X E I is a feared name, whispered many times by frightened children. But he's respected, others kiss up to him and his word is valued upon.
C A T H E R I N E disowned and without a last name. Shunned by the werewolf community...
"And then I started having those days where even the shining sun, singing birds, croissants, crepes, tulips, Chanel shopping sprees or Audrey Hepburn movies couldn't make me feel better. And then and there I knew something was wrong, something terribly wrong"- Cat.
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Too soon her peace was interrupted as she felt her mate standing right next to her.
She choose to ignore him.
Ironically his first words were, "Ignoring me won't help." Cat slowly looked up, her eyes staring at his gorgeous face. Then trailing down to his tattoos and body.
She slowly stood up and made a move to walk past him.
Suddenly she was pulled back, instantly sparks zipped through Cat's body. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered.
He came closer to her and all Cat could watch was his beautiful pink lips. Only a inch away.
"Because you belong to me, not to the human world," he spoke quietly. His eyes also trained to her lips.
Her pouty, perfectly pink lips that she had always applied expensive balms and cream to.
No doubt, Alexei wondered if they were as soft as they looked.
Cat didn't care for the world at the moment and slowly brought her lips to his. A soft gentle kiss, it felt like a ghost whisper. So soft, but so filled of life. It was toe curling.
Too soon it was over and too soon she found Alexei moving away from her. Now he was giving a glare to her.
"Don't get me wrong but while you're mine, I'm not very, what's the word, interested in the mate lifestyle," he answered, a smirk tugging at his lips.
He was so nonchalant about it, that it hurt.
"Right, because a different girl every night is more of your lifestyle," Cat replied. Anger swamped her, she so wanted to punch his godly face.
His demeanor changed.
"Don't act so innocent, dear Catherine. A different guy every week in high school and now nobody wants to date you. Poor you," he said. His words vicious and harsh.
She dated a guy every other week for comfort, she found solace in them. She didn't need to fuck or make out with them, she found comfort in making friends and keeping other people interested.
