Weres

16. The Angry Wolf

Leading more than hundred wolves for a hunt was no easy task. Making sure everyone was in pace, helping younger wolves to take down their prey, and stopping fights among the pack members took a toll on Eden. 

Nevertheless, running among the woods gave him and his wolf a sense of freedom. Today's hunt was no different, and like always it left him tired.

Eden took a shower to wash away the exhaustion that came from fulfilling all the 'Alpha duties'. After clothing himself in sweatpants, he lay on his bed, bare-chested. He didn't cover himself with a blanket since his body temperature was already high—one of the perks of being a werewolf. 

He looked out the window and saw twinkling stars in the night sky. He compared the stars to his mate's glinting dark eyes. 

The nighttime was the second favourite time of his day when he could think about Marley all he wanted—the first favourite being the time that he spent with her in school. 

Whenever her face turned red at his words, he had to control himself from pouncing on her. Her plump lips enticed him to just ravish them. He couldn't wait for the day when she'll be moaning and squirming underneath him. Had she been a wolf like him, they would've mated the second they saw each other. 

But she was a human, moreover, a shy one and Eden knew he had to wait. He didn't mind waiting because it only reminded him how special she was for him. But once he succeeded in luring her into his bed, he wouldn't have any mercy on her.

A knock on his door pulled Eden out of his lustful thoughts. He looked up and saw his father, coming in with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Let me guess, thinking about your mate." Nicholas grinned. Eden knew his father had smelled his arousal, but he wasn't ashamed because that same scent always surrounded his parents. 

Werewolves were very affectionate creatures and they always craved sensual stimuli from their mates.

"You are the one to say." Eden pulled himself up and sat on his bed in Buddha style. Ever since he had been a cub, he saw his parents always attached to the hips.

Nicholas laughed, shaking his head and took a seat beside his son. "So, how are you both doing? You're not bullying her into being with you. Are you?" He asked, raising his brows and ready to reprimand his son if he dared say yes.

Eden knew there was no point in lying, his father would know. One of the disadvantages of being with other werewolves was they could easily detect your lies because of their super hearing.

"Dad, it's not called bullying. It's called being persistent and I am being persistent with her. If not, we would not even get past the point of saying hi," Eden replied. 

Marley was a timid girl who was skeptical of strangers and remained to herself. So, he took it upon himself to get her warm up to him. But he wouldn't have it another way, her adorable shyness drew him even more to her.

Nicholas shook his head. "You enjoy pestering that poor girl. Don't you?" He knew his son.

"No, I do not," he lied, but once he noted Nicholas narrowing his eyes on him, he mumbled, "ok fine, a little bit."

"Just a month ago, you hated the idea of having a mate. Look at you now, the big bad wolf running after the tail of cute innocent puppy." He cooed to tease his son.

Eden rolled his eyes. He didn't want a reminder of how naive he was a month ago. He had hated the idea of being with one person for a lifetime, habitual to his player ways. His parents and friends had disapproved of his actions but he always waved them off. 

But all of it changed the moment he laid his eyes on a dark-eyed girl with burning cheeks in Marshville High's cafeteria. It was like someone flipped a switch and his whole world turned upside down. Now, he couldn't even picture himself with any girl other than Marley.