His Human

Rampant Feelings

Sophia's Pov

Watching a werewolf transition is indescribable.

The switch happens so fast that if you blink, you'd miss it. His bones moving and shifting into place as his human form takes over is breathtaking. The beast of a werewolf that once stood in front of me is now gone and a tall sculpture of a man stands in its place. . . naked nonetheless.

"What is your name?" His voice is raspy but deep with authority. I stand perfectly still, breathing deeply. This is probably the part where I should run, or scream, but all my senses have melted into a puddle at my feet.

He walks towards me in a slow manner. He smells like pine needles and fresh mint leaves. The stubble around his clenched jaw is sugar coated in snowflake kisses as his cheeks tint red from the cold. The lines on his forehead crinkled in a set furrow. He stares at me intently under thick lashes with dilated pupils.

"Sophia." I say barely above a whisper.

"Sophia." He states firmly. My name melting like butter on his tongue.

The space between us already so narrow that without warning he decides to close it. I stammer shakily as he places a warm hand on my cheek, his thumb caressing my cold skin. I feel my heart beat accelerate into overdrive.

"Mate." He growls low in his chest. That's when I snap out of it. Mate? What?!

"Alpha Andrew with all due respect, please get your hands OFF my daughter!" My fathers voice causes a rush of panic as I stumble back falling on my butt in the wet snow. Andrew kneels down cautiously, "are you okay?" He asks gently, his eyes fixated on my father stalking towards us. I nod on impulse my heart hammering in my ears.

I hear my fathers rushed footsteps getting louder. I sneak a peak through my lashes at Andrew only to see him gazing down at me with deep set eyes, I look away.

"Are you okay Sophie did he hurt you?" My father looks down at me with foggy glasses. I open my mouth to speak but someone speaks for me.

"Never." He says the word so easily like the click of a tongue. "And it would be concerning for you to think so, because I would never hurt my own mate." He seethes. Perfect, he couldn't wait to get that out which means he shouldn't have a problem telling everyone else. I feel the tension build between the two of them. My fathers posture visibly stiffens, his once concerned demeanor for his beloved daughter has vanished and morphed into something of displeasure.

"She's human." My father states firmly folding his arms over his puffed out chest. He has the intimidation level of a rubber duck. I stand cautiously finally feeling the wetness of the snow soak through my pants. Only moments ago, my only intentions were to build a snowman and maybe walk on the edge of danger. But now I have no interest in the snowman and my little stunt has landed me in this predicament, lovely.

". . . And? That doesn't change the facts." Andrew mirrors my fathers stance by crossing his arms and puffing out his chest, a serious look rests on his face. I see his gaze flicker in my direction then shift back to my father.

"Dad, let's go inside. It's cold and you'll get sick." I say warmly, lightly pushing him towards the house, his reluctance to back down is encouraging, but not helpful. I look back at the Andrew one last time before turning away to follow my father not at all sure what just happened here, but the feeling of dread is lingering in the pit of my stomach.

"Wait, Sophia." I stop frozen in my tracks. My name leaving his lips does something unexplainable to me.

"I'll come back tomorrow. I'll be waiting right here at sunset." He says softly. "Meet me." A few seconds pass and I hear him shift and vanish. I don't turn around to see him go because I'm tempted to follow him and demand some sort of explanation, but what explanation could possibly come to answer this?

Shocked beyond belief and tirelessly confused I trudge back inside for some warmth to comfort me.

I walk inside to find my father pacing our living room, a concerned look settled on his face. My father has bright green eyes and cinnamon brown hair. He's a werewolf. It's been my father and I since I could remember, my mother passing away shortly after my birth. He's always made sure to protect me from werewolves, he's even taught me how to protect myself if one ever attacked me. But it seems all that went out the window the second I encountered one alone.

"Dad, are you okay?" I ask tentatively.

"Sophia, what were you doing with him so close to those woods?! I tell you time and time again not to go anywhere near them without me being there!" He sputters.

"I was loo- . . . why was Alpha Andrews calling me his mate?" I ask defensively. Humans can't be mated with werewolves. I've been told that my whole life and all of a sudden I'm being called "mate" not only by a werewolf but by an Alpha?!

"Don't try and change the subject Sophia, you could've been seriously hurt! What if that werewolf wouldn't have been Alpha Andrews, then what? You could've died!" I look away from him.

"I know that, okay, I know!" I say exhausted. "But what am I supposed to do about him calling me "mate" dad?! I cannot be his "mate" let alone be Luna of this pack!" I say teeth clenched. By now I'm so frustrated that I feel fat tears streaming down my red cheeks as the reality of everything washes over me. How am I supposed to know the first thing about a werewolf let alone lead a pack of them.

Giving up the fight, my father walks over to me and wraps his strong arms around me. I shudder as I find comfort as if I was a little girl who needed her dad. But I did need him, because I don't know what to do about Slater. These aren't just silly little accusations, or something I could brush off and pretend it wasn't happening. Rejecting a werewolf is something so cruel and unforgiving that the thought of me hurting him is unthinkable. I could act like I don't know I'm his mate, and hope he'd somehow 'forget'. But I would be hurting him all the same. Not to mention everyone in this pack. Hundreds of families weakened because their Alpha was turned away by his destined one true love, and among those creatures that includes my father.

But how could I ever measure up to something I could never understand?

"Look, as much as I wish I could lock you away in this house forever and say to hell with Andrew Slater, he would stop at nothing to get you. Not being mated I don't fully understand that yet. But with time you'll find all the answers you'll need to be a great Luna if that's what you so choose. I've known Andrew since the day he was born, and if I could change this for you—I would, but this is out of my hands now darlin'. I'm sorry." He says wiping my tears away.

I pout at him. I haven't even scratched the surface of what this means for my life moving forward. I could fight it all I wanted but Andrew Slater was going to come for me rather I wanted him to or not.

Somewhere deep down thoughts of him exhilarate me, but on the surface I've never been more afraid. I've met him for two seconds and I'm already emotionally unstable.

Breaking me away from those very thoughts a loud howl pierces the air all around me. Sneaking a peak at my father through thick lashes I see he's already looking at me with a knowing look of deception. The howl is long and drawn out, deep with dominance.

"He's letting everyone know he's hunting."

"Hunting what?"

". . . You."

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