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-Haily
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Tyler's P.O.V.
"It's ok...got o sleep. I will wake you up when we get there." I whisper in her ear.
She nods her head and falls asleep on my shoulder. I take a deep breath and sigh at the smell of peaches and clementines. I wonder what I smell like according to her? Anyways, after a long drive we finally arrive at our destination, an old abandoned log motel in the middle of the forest. Loralie looked so comfortable on me, I didn't want to wake her up so I carry her up to my room and place her in my bed. I smile as she cuddles up into the blankets inhaling my scent. You are probably wondering why i live in an abandoned motel...it's because we were formally known as the blood rose pack but our pack got attacked and captured. Some of my warriors and I escaped...the rest are still captured. We have been searching for the ancient to help to get our pack back. The ancient one is said to be a descendant from the first werewolves and to be one of the most powerful wolf in the world. When it meets their mate, they will be as equally powerful. Once he/she turns 18 they will marked with black tattoos ans swirls all over their body that glows red when he/she uses their powers. We have looked everywhere but could not find the wolf. That was the plan before I saw Loralie on one of my warriors portable television. She was dressed in her beautiful red dress with a sad look upon her face. So I made a new plan that I would first rescue her then bring her back here. So far...so good.
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Loralie's P.O.V.
I wake up and skint my eyes because of the harsh sun. I reopen them slowly and begin to look around because i have no idea where i am. I am in a giant bed that is in a room that is all painted black with band posters all over the walls. Some of my favorite bands like Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Metallica, Stone Sour and Green day hang above my head. I spot a bathroom and get up to leave but I am stuck to the bed. I squirm to turn around and come face to face with a sleeping Tyler. Our legs tangled up together and his arms wrapped around my waist sending sparks all through my body. I shiver at the feeling and try to pry his arms off my waist. It won't work. His arms are too bulgy so I get a better idea. Knowing me as I like to say "the devils daughter", I straddle his waist and lick my pinky finger. I shove my wet finger into his ear and give him a wet willy. He yells, sits up and falls of the bed. I jump off of him in time and laugh non-stop rocking on the bed.
"What the hell!???"
I peer at the edge of the bed and see him lift up the bottom of his shirt to clean out his ear. As he lifts it up he shows off his firm 6 pack. Damn he is too sexy for his own good. I may have been staring at him for too long because when I snap out of it and look at his face, he has a smirk plastered on.
"Like what you see babe?"
I roll my eyes.
"Like having your ears wet?" I smirk.
"Well aren't you a bad girl."
I decided I would roll with this and tease the hell out of him.
"Of course I am." I bite my lip. "I am a very...bad girl."
His eyes turn black and before I can say pineapple he has pushed my back into the bed and is straddling me on top. His eyes flicker to my lips and then roam around my body. He looks back into my eyes as his face gets closer. He smashes his face into mine and I accidentally let out a moan because of those damn sparks. He growls in approval and licks my bottom lip for entrance. I grant him entrance, open my lips and he sticks his tongue inside my mouth. He traces every part of my mouth and then makes his way down my neck and to my collar bone. I let out another moan as he hits my sweet spot right in between my neck and shoulder.
"This is where I am going to mark you. You do not have to say yes now but just know that I will do it eventually." he whispers in my ear as goosebumps shoot up my body.
"Tyler."
"Ya?"
"What's a mark?"
He stops kissing me and looks at me with a confused face.
"You don't know what that is?"
"Nope."
"This is going to be a long day." he sighs.
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WerewolfLoralie Bane is a 16-year-old, with a normal life. She had everything she wanted in her life; got into a prestigious art school, had a job but it all changed. If she hadn't stayed out too late, if she hadn't yelled at her mom and told her she hated...