Possessive Wolves

Beautiful

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Chapter ten: beccas pov

There was one bed. Only one bed. That means two people per bed or one on the ground. Sighing a little I shake my head and grab a blanket off the bed and start to prepare a bed on the ground. Suddenly arms were around my waist and I was pulled back. I tried moving out of their grip but they were to strong. Frustrated I turned around to see him smirking "babe what are you doing?" Babe? Who does he think he is? "well BABE obviously I am making a bed on the ground." I said putting emphasis on babe to imply how much I really don't like that nickname. "why are you sleeping on the floor?" he looked slightly confused and I couldnt help answering him sarcastically "babe I'm not the one sleeping on the floor!" he looked confused until it dawned on him what I was actually saying. "you think you can get away from me I'm your mate you will sleep with me! Am I understood?"I was shocked to say the least. What the hell is a mate? Why do I get tingles when he locks his arms around me? Why do I feel as if I already know him. More importantly what the hell does me being his mate have to do with us sharing a bed?

Jess's pov:

Since I was already in so much trouble I figured what do I have to lose? "well darling I could always think of someone if you want." he smirked and I suddenly felt scared and out of my element. Which was strange since I'm like the queen of sarcasm. He continued to smile while saying "babe I wouldn't want to make you jealous. I mean I would never want to cheat on you." my mouth hung open in shock at what he was implying. What the fuck? My mothers face was full of confusion. "why would that be cheating on my daughter young man" she questioned with curiosity evident in her tone. "well ma'am because I'm in a fully committed exclusive amazingly irritating yet funny relationship with your beautiful daughter." I practically melted at his words. He called me beautiful? Nobody has ever done that before. But then my mother had to ruin that by slapping me across the face. "How dare you sleep with that devil boy over their." she slapped me again harder this time. I fell on the floor but refused to cry when suddenly I heard a low growl.

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