Scarlett
"Get your hand off her," I warned in a deadly tone, fisting my hands to stop myself from attacking my best friend for touching my mate. He was my best friend, but she was my mate. She outranked him—hell, she outranked everyone. To me she was the most important person.
Knowing I was about to lose it, Blake released her wrist and held up his hand to show me that he wasn't touching her.
I watched as Scarlett stared back at me. She was mine and I needed to touch her again. With my eyes still on her, I took a step toward her, but Blake refused to move.
"Calm down and I'll get out of your way," Blake tried to reason with me, but he didn't understand. It was the fact that he was in my way that angered me.
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath to try and control the anger building up inside.
"I won't hurt her," I whispered, meaning every word I said. I opened my eyes and fixed them on Scarlett.
She was mine and he couldn't keep her from me. I wanted to reach for her and pull her close. I wanted to touch her so bad that I felt a physical pain at not being able to. She looked at me the same way I looked at her. I was hers and she was mine. We belonged to each other.
"Get out of my way," I warned Blake, not moving my eyes from Scarlett. "You're keeping me from what is mine."
But Blake didn't move. He had no right to keep me from her.
"He won't hurt me," Scarlett assured him as she stepped around him, but Blake grabbed her arm to stop her. Seeing him touch her made the rage grow inside of me again. No one was to touch her. I growled at Blake again to warn him and he released her. If he touched her again I was going to go ballistic.
I watched Scarlett take a tentative step toward me. Her eyes held mine as she took another step closer. With every step closer I felt the anticipation of touching her grow.
Blake remained behind her ready to spring into action if I lost it. He hadn't found his mate yet so he didn't understand the connection I'd just formed with Scarlett. There was no way I could hurt her, she was a piece of me. Hurting her would be like hurting myself.
She took one more step and she stopped. We were so close. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She was used to being in control and I could see something deeper than she understood pulled her to me.
My hand lifted to her face and I trailed my knuckles down her cheek. Her skin was so soft. She closed her eyes at the feel of my touch. I felt the anger begin to disappear and I felt complete. She was the other half of me and when I touched her, I felt at peace. Nothing I'd ever experienced was even close to what I felt at that moment.
My eyes drank her in. She is mine.
She is my soul mate.
She opened her eyes and tilted her face to gaze up at me. I could see she felt the same as I did, complete. I wanted to feel her skin against mine.
Slowly I threaded my hands through her soft, silky hair as I pulled her closer. My eyes flickered to her lips and I leaned closer. The smell of wild daisies was intoxicating. I'd wanted to kiss her since the first time I'd met her.
The moment my lips touched hers, I felt an overwhelming desire to hold her close and never let her go. She gripped my arms as I moved my lips against hers.
No one else existed as I tilted Scarlett's face up to mine to get better access while my lips moved against hers. I needed to taste her. My tongue swept across her bottom lip; her lips were so soft. Her grip on my arms tightened and she opened her mouth.
The first taste of her as I touched my tongue to hers was addictive. I twirled my tongue against hers and I felt her pull me closer. I wanted to keep kissing her and touching her, but then I remembered we were kissing each other with an audience that included Blake.
She groaned when I pulled away, ending our first kiss. She was breathless as she still held onto my arms. I liked that I had this effect on her.
I rested my forehead against hers as I struggled to catch my breath.
"We need to get out of here," I whispered to her. We'd just found out we were mates and we needed time by ourselves to figure things out. I half expected her to say no, but she surprised me by saying, "Yes."
I turned to Blake who was still watching us from the sidelines with a smile.
"We need time," I said to Blake who was still smiling as he watched me put Scarlett's hand in mine. "I'll be in touch later."
I knew we were skipping school, but what had just happened between the two of us was more important.
"Sure," said Blake with a nod.
Not wanting to waste another moment, I walked Scarlett to my car and opened the passenger side. I helped her into the seat before I closed the door. I walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's side.
As I started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot, I reached for her hand and held it. Just touching her made me feel calm. I liked it.
The ride was quiet. She seemed as content as I was to just be together with our hands touching.
I wanted to take her somewhere where we could talk without distractions or interruptions, so taking her back to my house wasn't an option. I decided to take her to a place I didn't tell many people about, a small house I'd inherited from my grandmother.
It wasn't flashy or anything like that. I could have renovated it but I liked the way it was—small and lived in. It reminded me of my grandmother and it was a place that I went to when I needed time alone or to think.
I'd never brought a girl there before.
The house was secluded, with tall trees lining the dirt road that led to a house surrounded by more tall trees. I parked outside the front of the house.
I watched Scarlett look around and take a deep breath. I was feeling nervous, unsure if she'd like it here. She was used to a certain standard of living that this house didn't live up to.
I reached for her hand and led her to the door of the house. I reached for the key in its usual hiding place behind a potted plant beside the front door and unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"It's not much, but I like to come here when I need to be alone," I said as I entered the house. Normally, I was the only one who came here other than the cleaning lady once a week. She stepped inside after me and looked around the small house. I waited while she scanned the house.
"I like it," she said, surprising me.
"I thought it would be better to talk here than at the house where there are too many distractions."
She nodded her head in agreement
I knew her well enough to know that our talk was going to get heated. She was my mate, but she was no pushover. It was something that I liked about her, but I knew there were going to be times that same independence was going to drive me nuts.
I don't know if it was the way she looked at me or just the fact that I needed to touch her, but I wanted to kiss her again before the fighting started.
"But before we talk, I need to do this again," I said before I reached for her and pulled her closer. My hands cupped her face and tilted it upward as my lips touched hers.
The urge to move my lips to her neck and mark her as my own was nearly impossible to fight, but I knew she wasn't ready for that yet and there was no way I'd mark her without her consent. I fought against the urge as I continued to kiss her.
I lost myself in the moment, moving my lips against hers. The thought that she was mine made me so damn happy.
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Alpha - Forever #1 (Complete)
WerewolfSeventeen-year-old Scarlett Hayes is living her life by her own rules. Losing her parents at a young age has made her strong and fiercely independent. She knows exactly who she is and nothing is going to change that. Everything starts to change for...