Lost Wolf {Book 1 of White Star Series: Boyxboy, Werewolf}

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

---------> Brendan R.

Mark

"Mark..." I cringe at the high pitched wine coming from Rebecca, my girlfriend. Why I'm still with her, I'll get back to you with the reason. We've been together for almost... 4 years? We started dating back as Freshmen... 4 years. And in those 4 long years, I've threatened to break up with her about 6 times and caught her cheating on me 3 times so... To be honest, I don't know why I stay; I mean, my wolf hates her at this point but I still have feelings for her.

"Mark!" I jump up from the relaxing seat on my couch to see her dressed in a red, tight fitting dress with huge ass black heels. I tilt my head slightly to the right and she just sighs in annoyance before walking past me to the mirror in the front hall. "Well don't say I look good or anything."

"O-oh, sorry. You look... ugh, cute?" I try to force a smile even though, I have no clue what's going. All I know is that my wolf just is scratching at my insides to allow it to take her head gently in his mouth and 'accidentally' pull it off; thankfully, I can keep him in and keep control since it's obvious she's not my 'mate'.

"CUTE!?" She stammers, slamming her heel onto the dark wood floors, angrily. I just roll my eyes and walk start to walk to her until she starts up her rant again. "Why is it that you never appreciate me!? YOU ALWAYS TREAT ME LIKE SHIT AND MAKE ME FEEL AS IF I'M NOT WORTH IT!!!" What is this girl on? 5 bucks she's on cocaine or something like that. Now that I think about it, I think her father entered her into a mental asylum several years ago... Explains a lot, doesn't it? But even if she gets... 'slightly' crazy, when she's not, she can be a really nice and caring person... but those days are rare and unpredictable and with her saying that, I just want to walk away. As if I would do those things, I may be sometimes harsh and mean to those who deserve it but I'm not heartless. If I was, I'd be like all those wolves who turned to the 'dark side': becoming a rouge. I know this is a little bitchy to say, but I love myself too much to let that ever happen to me so...

"MARK! I'M DONE WITH THIS!" Rebecca says dramatically, opening the freshly painted white, door to let in the cool darkness of night causing me to jump slightly. Gently, I grab her wrist as she tries to walk out on me; Me! I'm sorry bitch, but you don't walk out on me without my permission.

"REBECCA! STOP IT!!!" She gasps slightly and flips her brown locks as if she's the top bitch of them all. The only reason she does that is, since I stand at the top of the social heap, that placers right by my side and just like every popular person, they want to show it. " Why do you take everything to the extreme?" I ask calming down my voice from the angered state it was in. With her, you never know where you stand to be honest.

"WHY!? BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I GET F*CKEN NOTICED!!!" I roll my eyes at her bluntly and sigh; softly, I caress her cheek and instantly, she melts into my arms; just as I figured.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way." I whisper to ear trying to soothe her enraged mind and body. A slight feeling of disgust starts tingling through my body as her hands snake down my shirt, and down into my jeans. Usually, I would had been hard as boulder but instead, I just want to push her away from me and tell her to back off but... I can't. I don't want to hurt her, at least not yet.

"How do you always know what to say and do?" She asks, gently kissing my neck; bile builds in my throat as she gently plays and kisses me. My wolf is piratically bouncing off the walls right now, that's how much he hates her. I wish I could enjoy it like all those other times, but this is different. I feel as I'm betraying my 'mate' even though I don't even know her yet. It feels wrong and I have to stop it.

"H-hey, why don't I take you out. You know, to make up to you?" Her head tilts with a slightly annoyed face... as I back away from her slightly and turn to the black and teal bowl top of the small table, with my keys and wallet; my heart racing like a race hoarse, wanting to run away from her.