The Lone Wolf

Chapter 11

-HIM-

I can smell her even from afar. I was back from the town, drinking beer, a glass, or two or maybe more.

Her intoxicating smell got me spinning, and beer is definitely not the cause of it. I'm a high tolerance when it comes to drinking. Most werewolves are but as I was the alpha, my tolerancy is higher than normal werewolves.

I can feel my blood pulsating to every veins in my body, I can hear my pulse quickened and my heart is hammering rapidly against my chest.

She's here. Why's she here?

My feet was walking fastly and not long I was running on my way to her. I stopped in front of my front door. My hand was reaching out to the doorknob, excitement filled my whole body.

It's still out of my mind, that she's here. She's here in my very house.

I open the door, the creaking sounds from the hinges resonated in the space of my living room. I told myself to relax, not wanting to look desperate to the mere presence of her.

She was sitting on the stool near my kitchen counter. Her black raven hair was down, past her hipline. She straightened her back and turn her way to me.

Our eyes met and I can't look away from her. Not anymore.

Her blue eyes struck me right at the fucking heart. For a minute, to breathe is not the main priority anymore. I can stare at her all day long, forever.

She was the first to break the contact. I miss them on me already.

She blinks and made a way to stand up, after seeing me here in the middle of the living room. I was frozen in my place. Only my eyes was following her every movement.

She moves so gracefully and elegantly and stop just a few feet away from me. She's so beautiful. Her eyes found mine again. Her cheeks flushed, not sure whether it's from embarrassment or the inevitable heat of tension from both of us.

I trail my eyes, from her hairlines, down her forehead, her eyes, her pink flushed cheeks and settle a little longer on her lips. I can hear her heartbeat from where I'm standing.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

She looked panicked for a moment. "I-I wanted to talk to you about something."

I silenced myself. I don't agree or disagree but she took it as a cue for her to go on.

She looks nervous, her slender fingers fiddling together. "I- em wanted to ask you, if you have any seed plant, I wanted to plant."

She looked shocked as if this is not what she's going to say. If I heard it correctly, she whispered 'Damn it, this is not what this is about.'

I almost let out a chuckle looking at her flabbergasted state.

"Then what is this about?"

She's still fiddling her fingers, I wanted to take her hands to calm her down.

"Actually" she's procrastinating. Suddenly her eyes lit with anger. Okay now what?

"Did you just got back from the bar?" She snarled.

Okay how does wanting a seed plant goes to this?

"Yeah, grabbing beers. To clear my heads a little." Not wanting to speak the truth behind was because I can't get her out of my head. "With em, my friend." I almost winced, who would befriend me?

"Wow, I came here to discuss this mate thing with you and you- you go and grab drinks and have fun." Her voice raises a little but still melodious to my ear.

Her hands was up as if  she was feeling helpless in this situation, this time her face was red from anger. It's wrong for me to feel happy when seeing her like this, but this means that maybe she cares for me. Maybe a little.

"Wait, you have a friend?" She questioned.

"I thought you're here for seed plants?" I raise my right brow.

"Oh, of course I lied, why would I be here for that. I can just buy it at the market." She was staring daggers at me.

Her point finger was pointed directly at me. "Coming here tonight was a mistake. It's clear that you don't want me." She walks past me and bumps my shoulder hard.

Oh, she can't just waltz in here and leave like this. I won't let her leave mad like this.

I grab her arms and she turns in results of slamming herself to my chest. She was struggling to get away from me. Sparks are flying everywhere from the contacts.

Ah, there's nothing felt this incredible except her.

"Now that's where you're wrong, baby. I want you. I want you so bad you don't even want to know how bad it gets."

I speak close to her ear. Her struggling stops for a moment. Until she did something I never thought she could.

She leans in close to my face. Our noses touches. Our lips are only breath away. I was anticipating for a taste of her again, but then she turn her face to the right.

"Ow!" I screamed in pain.

She bit my right earlobe hard. Hard that I thought my right ear was bleeding. My hands was covering the injured ear. My hands were loose around her and I was pushed back by her small hands. At this state I was totally under her mercy.

She gasps, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to bit you hard. You were just so irritating I had to do it."

I don't know whether she felt sorry for biting me or not.

"Are you okay?" Her hands was replacing my hands and trying to look at the cause she did. Her hands was soft and tender on my right ear. I want her hands on my cheeks.

Her skin is so soft.

If she knows who I was then she wouldn't react this way. She would run for the hill if she knows me. My eyes were trained on her and all her movements. She looks guilty and I hate that she felt guilty.

To be honest, I like her being this reckless to me.

Her face were hit by sudden rush of pinkness when she caught me staring at her.

We were standing close to each other, her neck craning to reach my height, her eyes still on my ears but my beast had a different idea.

My arms picked her up and quickly lay her on the couch. She was shocked by the suddenness but I pinned her small body with my big one.

I smirked knowing she was now at my mercy.