Possessive Love

Chapter #3

It was like time stopped. Each person's movements reduced in speed and happened in slow motion.

I was frozen, staring back at Kenton with wide eyes. I hadn't believed what I'd done. I didn't know what was going to happen.

For all I really knew was what I had done was wrong. Really wrong. I didn't know his pack position as a werewolf, but he certainly was important.

The rush and effectively obvious power he gave off was extremely undeniable. Anyone could feel it.

That's what made him so intimidating. That's what made them all intimidating.

I met his wide eyes, just as shocked as I was. There was nothing intimidating about his blue eyes, only daring.

I felt the arms of someone else begin detaching me from Kenton, and as they did I watched, fascinated yet horrified, as his eyes shifted from beautiful sea blue to a black speckled gold.

Like a snap of my fingers he alternated from being shocked to being furious. My dad once told me to never get on a wolves bad side if ever given the chance.

Looking at Kenton now, dread clear on my face, I saw the hatred, the betrayal and other crazed emotions roaming his eyes.

He beheld such an immense amount of rage, I was glad I was being torn away. His canines protruded and I failed to repress my sudden scream.

The anger rolling off of him crashed into us like waves. He was rabid and delirious unlike anyone I'd ever seen before and all I'd done was slapped him.

"Keep on a werewolves good side. Dont get smart with them. Their smarter." Dad said, pointing at me.

"You know coming in contact with one is rare now a days, they keep to themselves. Most anyway." Mom said to dad, wiping down the counters.

"Either way. I mean it, Kenna. They'll kill you." he looked at mom. "Its what they do."

That was six years ago and staring back at Kenton then, the memory was as if it happened yesterday.

He was going to kill me.

I stopped struggling against Nate and Jack as they pulled me back by my arms. I lost all feeling in my legs, which gave out seconds later. They had no problem holding my dead weight.

The fear that coursed through me, numbingly traveling through my body, caused my stomach to drop and burst with piercing butterflies which swooped low in my stomach, fluttering with sharp edged wings.

I was going to be sick off of my own fear of my own so called mate. More importantly, I was going to be killed by my own mate.

I didn't even believe in mates! Yet, here I was about to be killed by mine.

All it took was Kenton to take one step and the tears automatically began to build in my eyes.

I began begging for my life, desperately crying for forgiveness. If I was going to die, I had to fight, weakly or not, a fight was a fight. I forced back the tears as attainable I could. 

"Don't let him," I urged in hot tears. I felt my world falling apart. The hollow hole forming in my heart at the thought of the end, nearly broke me right there.

I met the eyes of a werewolf, how close to shifting into an animal I wasn't sure of. It had my heart twisting and clenching in pure bliss, but knitting with foul, wicked revulsion. "You can't," my voice was strained, hardly audible. "you can't hurt me."

Although that was true, I still wasn't aware of his position. I didn't know him and I didn't know the things he'd done.

For all any human knew, he would kill me. And he'd do it happily.