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"I'm going to give you about 5 seconds to explain why you smell like that, Quincy." he growled, staring into my eyes seriously.
"I just gave Macy and Cam each a hug before I left!" I said defensively.
"Who the fuck is Cam?" he asked sternly.
"He's Macy's roommate, we're all friends," I explained.
He looked me up and down and it felt like he didn't believe me for some reason.
"You are mine, Quincy. I am the only man who can touch you." he said.
"Dylan, I can hug whoever I want!" I snapped back, and he gave me a surprised look.
"No, you can't. You are my Luna and when you submitted to me you committed to me and only me." He explained.
"It's just a hug!" I argued back, kind of baffled we were even having this discussion.
"I don't care, I hate that you picked up his scent." he narrowed his eyebrows.
"Now strip so I can cover you in my scent." he demanded.
"Dylan, I—"
"I gave you a task, Quincy." he glared at me.
I knew better than to disobey him, so I took off my clothes and sat on the bed before continuing to talk.
"Dylan, I'm sorry, I didn't think a stupid little hug would make me smell different." I said, as he began to lick my collarbone.
"I don't want other men touching you, period." he said, before continuing to go over my body with his tongue.
"Okay, okay. I won't do that from now on." I said, defeated.
He kept lapping at my skin until he seemed to calm down, satisfied with the way I smelled.
"So are you going to punish me?" I asked, sighing.
"For what?" he asked, and I raised an eyebrow.
"For getting high? Or dying my hair?" I said.
"You're a 24 year old adult, Quincy. Everyone experiments. And your hair isn't a big deal, you make it look good." he said, handing me my clothes back.
"Really?" I said.
So out of smoking weed, dying my hair a crazy color, and giving my friend a hug, he was the most angry about me giving my friend a hug??
God, he was confusing.
I just wanted me giving Cam a hug to be a normal thing, but it seemed it was anything but.
Being a Luna was such a big change from being a poor human waitress.
It was times like this I missed my parents. They would know what to say, how to make me feel better.
But I'd been on my own for a while and I was used to having to comfort myself.
Dylan seemed to notice there was something off.
"What's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on my lower back.
"Nothing." I said. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me with concern.
"Tell the truth, little mate." he said, stroking my cheek with his thumb lightly.
"I don't know. I just didn't expect it to be this hard, transitioning to being someone important." I sighed.
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His Mate [COMPLETE]
Werewolf"You're playing a dangerous game, my darling. Don't speak of giving yourself to me if you can't back it up." he said lowly, a smirk still on his face. He was incredibly sexy. His deep voice, his handsome face, and his godly body. He made me quiver...