"even тнe lone wolғ тнιrѕтѕ ғor love."
Killian JonesxOC werewolf AU
Amara is a free spirit and is in no hurry to settle down and find her mate. She prefers her own company.
Her father, Arthur the Alpha of her pack, fed up with his daughters dismiss...
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A/N: This Chapter will switch POVs so watch for the markers! :) and no chasing me with pitchforks, if you are used to my stories, you know what I mean XD Also this chapter is shorter than the other two, I had so much I wanted to put in this chapter but I didn't want it to seem rushed. As always enjoy, Let me know what you think in the comments!
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When I woke up the next morning, I was made instantly aware of the throbbing headache I had. I tried to sit up, and the sudden movement made me feel like I would vomit. I opened my eyes, looking around the room drowsily. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were closed. I stretched my legs and curled my toes against the cool satin of the bedsheets, suddenly realizing I was not on my side of the screen that divided the room. I was not in what had become my bed. I lazily rolled my head to the side, Killian was not next to me, memories of last night came back to me in flashes. I raked my fingers through my hair before grabbing the pillow beside me and throwing it over my face groaning into it.
Bloody rum! I cursed mentally. But I knew it wasn't just the rum that lead to me kissing Killian. No its was these Goddamn feelings that had a death grip on me.
"Ah..you're awake, Good." I heard Killian say as he walked into the room. My nose became filled with the aroma of maple, butter..and blueberries? How did he know blueberry waffles were my favorite? Why was the smell both heavenly and nausea inducing? Why did I still have the pillow over my face?
"You..are awake right?" Killian chuckled.
She's dead. Amara. Is. Dead.
If I was dead this would be a lot less awkward.
I lowered the pillow just enough to where I was peeking out over the top of it to see him.
"Awake.. But alive? I'm not so sure." I mumbled.
"You will live. I promise." Killian smirked. "I tried to keep this room darkened, but you'll want these if you venture out to the rest of the house At least for a couple hours." He said and put a pair of Ray Bans on the nightstand beside me before he pulled the pillow out of my hands and tossed it aside.
I sat up and he put a tray in my lap with a bottle of yellow Gatorade, a couple of aspirin, and a plate of delicious looking blueberry waffles. I didn't normally like to take pills, I preferred natural remedies but if it would get rid of this bloody headache, I would take a dozen aspirin. I quickly popped the aspirin into my mouth and washed them down with the Gatorade. I looked down at the waffles wanting to dig in but afraid that if I did I would be sick.
"If you need to wait for your stomach to settle a bit, you won't hurt my feelings." Killian smiled and sat on the bed by my feet.
"Thank you.." I said softly trying not to look at him.
"I..suppose we should talk about last night." He said.
Straight to business are we, Jones? Give a girl a few hours to have an existential crisis will ya? Think Amara.. Think.
