My wolf howls at the word and my whole body aches to lean into his touch, to take in his scent. And I do, while fighting the emotions raising in my chest.
"My names Martian, everyone calls me Tanner. But you can call me honey," he practically purrs, and I cringe. "How about we shift?" He suggests, "I'd rather have this conversation out loud." I nod in agreement and almost as soon as I do he shits right in front of me. What was once a gray wolf is now very handsome young man. I'm eye level to his impressive pecks, my eyes start to slide down his chest until, with sudden realization of his nakedness, I jolt backwards and scamper behind a tree to shift.
"You don't have to be shy," Tanner calls over to me, finally hearing his voice out loud makes my heart race.
Once I've got my pants on I walk back around the tree. I'm glad to seen Tanner has gotten dressed too.
"I'm sorry," I manage past the tighness in my chest, "you must be mistaken. You see, I couldn't possibly be your mate, beacuse I already have a boyfriend."
He stares at me a moment. And them his laughter is boicing off the trees around us. "Oh my God!" he weazes. He starts another sentence but it's drowned out by laughter. He leans an hand on a tree to steady himself.
I glare at him but his eyes are foced shut by the size of his smile.
"Is that so?" he asks onces he's conposed himself a bit more.
I let anger and irrataion slip into my gaze, "yes," I reply in a hard tone.
"Ok," he says but I can tell he still isn't taking me seriously, "tell me about this boyfriend of yours. Is he a 'wolf?"
"No," I reply, not really seeing why that would matter.
"So he's human, " he raises his eyebrows, I nod. "Does he know you're a 'wolf?"
"No..." my gaze falls to the ground.
"How long have you been together?" He asks.
"We've known each other for a few years but we've only been together for about a year," I answer, I don't know why I'm answering him so easily, his technically a stranger.
"So how attached to him are you?" He steps closer to me. His tone makes his skin prickle, I can't tell if it's with exitment, or apprehension.
"I--I don't know how to answer that," I stammer, hating the uncertainty in my voice.
"I'll put it like this:" he starts, his warm hand presses against my chest, "how hard would it be for you to forget about him?" His hand slides down my chest, fingering the crevasses of my abs. His fingertips reach the waist of my pants and I catch his wrist.
"Very," I say through gritted teeth, holding back the emotion raising in my chest. I can't differentiate the anger and exitment. I can tell from his expression he doesn't believe me.
He pulls his hand free of my grip and after half a second of hesitation his hand flies to the back of my head. He jerks my head towards him and slams his lips against mine. He kisses me with strong, warm lips. His hand keeps my head firmly in place, not that I would pull away if I could, my mind is fogged with the sensation so much so that I forget where I am, and wrap my arms around his chest, pulling him against me. He pulls his lips from mine and whispers in my ear.
"You still thinking of that human?" He hisses, his breath ticking my ear.
"No," I admit, feeling guilty for forgetting him so easily.
"Cade, hey Cade... Are you even listening?" Abby pulls my attention back to her, from the memory of this morning. We had gone a bit farther than I'm proud of, but I at least kept my pants on the whole time. Afterwards I met Abby, one of my closest human friends, for lunch.
"Sorry," I say apologetically. I hadn't thought she would notice, but then again I had been quiet for a while.
She shakes her head dismissively. "It's fine, just tell me what's got you thinking so hard." I panic a second, struggling to find an explanation of this morning that won't sound completely ludicrous to her. There is none.
"I met this, um, guy today," I start, not knowing how to explain the conundrum I was in.
"A guy?" She asks and I already regret trying to tell her, I can't explain this to her, "why are you meeting guys? You have a James." James is my human boyfriend.
"I know. I didn't mean to meet him, it just sort of happened..." I trail off, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
"What did you do?" She asks, I can hear the suppressed anger in her voice. She was the one who introduced me to James, they were friends before I'd met either of them.
"N--nothing!" I say defensively, but realizing that wasn't entirely true I go on, "not much anyway. We did, um," I stare at the table feeling the heat of her glare on my head, "we kissed," my voice is barely a whisper. I hate feeling so submissive, but I do kind of deserve it after what I did.
She lets out an angry sigh and I still don't dare to raise my eyes. "Would you do it again?" Her voice is surprisingly gentle and I look back up at her, confused. "If you had a chance to do it over, would you do it again?"
I think about it a second. I remember what I was thinking in the moment, how much I really did want him, how good it felt, how it still seemed worth it. "Yeah," I mutter, nodding.
She sighs again, but doesn't sound as angry this time. "Do you like this new guy more than you like James?" She asks, she's speaking so calmly but I can tell he's holding a lot back.
"I don't know!" I run my hand through my hair, looking at the table again, "I like James so much--so so much--but this new guy... I... I...." can't stop thinking about him. I finish in my head.
Abby sucks in her cheeks. I wait for her to say something but she stays quiet a long while.
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The Alpha's Choice
Werewolf(Previously titled Well I Don't Give a Shit) Alpha's have a lot of responsibility. They have to make big decisions for their packs, but sometimes those choices are made for them. A decision was made for me, and I couldn't go against it, even if I wa...
