Love Bites (Werewolf BxB) *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter-1

WARNING MALE TO MALE ACTION! If you don't like simply don't read. Also this book will probably be restricted later on but for now i think PG-13 will suffice.

Also this book is ENTIRELY made up! Nothing is supposed to represent ANYTHING in real life, if it does, it's a complete a coincidence. This book is ENTIRELY MY creation and i would like it to stay that way, i will NOT hesitate to report anyone who steals MY material, or leaves any type of disrespectful comments.

Also i know there are MANY mistakes and grammer issues so after the books finsihed i'll re-read it AGAIN (I've done so so many times so far i have most chapters memorized) and fix everything, and change a few things around. (I am already doing so on my rough draft copy)

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Love bites

Chapter-1

Chase's P.O.V

"Chase Felix Andrews get your ass down here now!" my father yelled from downstairs. Great another beating. I wonder why this time?

"Coming Father!" I yelled back quickly getting up and making my way downstairs in my favorite sweat pants and band tee. "Yes?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen, he instantly threw something at me as soon as he saw me.

"How many times do I have to tell you?!" he roared making the hairs on my neck stand on end. What had I done wrong? I'm sure I did everything he told me to.

"I-Im sorry Father forgive me," I said looking down to see a glass plate shattered on the floor and my stomach. Great how am I supposed to explain this? I mentally scowled at the blood soaking my band tee.

"Oh I'll forgive you alright," he said before kicking my legs out from under me making me fall on the ground; he didn't stop there though he started kicking my stomach like I was a soccer ball, over and over and over again. The air quickly left my lungs, while something snapped in my stomach, the searing pain starting to get too much for me to handle.Oh god not another cracked rib please no I growled mentally willing myself to stay awake even though the pain was quickly becoming unbearable.

"Next time I want the garbage out on time," he growled at me walking away to my limp body but before that he spit on me "Disgusting fag," was his only words before the front door slammed shut leaving me alone to lie on the floor all day.

My names Chase Andrews, I have Bleach blonde hair (pretty much white), dark blue eyes, and I'm gay, my father? Well he has Coal black hair and blood red eyes, plus a homophobe which makes my life a living hell, my mother died six years ago; I was only eleven at the time and ever since my father has blamed me, and abused me. The only reason he got away with it was because I couldn't fight back, why? 'Cause I'm scrawny and have no muscles what so ever, and for an eleventh grader I'm only four feet six inches tall. Yep, that's right four feet six inches. I got it from my mother who was only five feet eight inches by the time she was thirty. I don't have very good memories about my mom because I was so young but what I do remember, I will never forget any of it.

I slowly got up off the floor holding my side and walking towards the bathroom. Once there I slid down on the floor leaning against the wall for support as I lifted up my shirt to see a huge blackish purple bruise forming right where my rib was cracked. "Great," I muttered inspecting the rest of my new bruises while cleaning the blood off the gash on the other side of the stomach from the glass plate.

After I finished I slowly walked back upstairs taking my shirt and sweat pants off while getting a long sleeve plane black shirt that was a bit tight around my waist and some black skinny jeans as well as my grey converses, I went into my bathroom off from my room and turned on my flat iron for my messed up whack job I have to call hair.

By the time I finished flat ironing my hair it was 8:30, great late for school again I mentally scowled grabbing a piece of bread and slowly limping to the door maybe I should just stay home I sighed thinking about missing school again it's not like I haven't missed school before. Come to think of it I haven't been to school in over three months because of my injuries and because I just recently moved here. Where's here you might ask? A small town in the middle of nowhere called Blue Lake, yes there's a lake for what I know it's pretty big too, plus I've heard it's a popular swimming place.

Smiling I walked back upstairs finding my swim trunks and hauling them on, Swimming sounds way better than stupid old school I thought mentally smiling to myself as I walked back downstairs with my swim trunks on under a pair of sweat pants. I headed towards the lake passing the school I mentally scolded myself again if a teacher saw me I knew I'd have to go to school even if I was late.

"Hey aren't you supposed to be in school?" I heard the deepest voice ever as I spun on my heels to meet the most hansom guy I've ever seen. He looked like a damn model! What was he doing here of all places?

"Uhh....," was my smart ass comeback, mentally face palming myself "I just moved here I didn't enroll in school," I muttered turning around walking towards the lake again. He was probably a homophobe and I didn't want another beating today because I'd get one tomorrow again anyways.

I heard him sigh and before I knew it his arm was slithering around my waist hauling me towards the school.

"Hey! Stop it I don't want to go to school!" I yelled before the pain came crashing back on me, I let out a whimper trying to at least move his arm away from my huge bruise and gash "Lemme go please," I managed to choke out as he let me go and I fell to the ground hissing.

"Hey what's wrong?!" he sounded genuinely worried I could actually see the panic on his face I mentally laughed no one ever cared about what happened to me.

"N-Nothing I'm fine," I reassured him standing up slowly and turning my back to him. "J-Just tiered t-that's all," I managed to mutter before limping away from him and the school. I thought I finally lost him but he was at my side in a matter of seconds.

"No. No, you're not fine by the looks of it your anywhere from fine," he stated picking me up his face serious. "I'm taking you to the school Doctor." He stated again walking towards the school again.

"N-No! Put me down!" I yelled (more like whispered) trying to get out of his grip it just made the pain worse so I had to stop and let him do what he wanted while I glared at him.

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