Damein's PoV
Her form lay motionless and silent while I wait at the edge of the bed. It has been a day since Bailey and her had fought, not just that, since Haven's wolf took over by force. When a wolf takes over with force, it usually means their human counterpart was in danger, or the wolf is stronger than the humans will. It could've easily been both for Haven and that's what scared me. I wanted Haven to be safe, not to deal with someone from my past.
I let out a long weary sigh.
"Bailey....Why did you have to come back now to haunt me and my choices?" I growled lowly.
'We should have just ripped out her throat or banished her from the pack....' My wolf growled and paced in my head.
'She was my childhood friend, I can't do that to her.'
'She hurt our mate! You stood by while our mate was bleeding from every cut her body consumed made by that bitch! She deserves what the punishment is!' He snarled.
'I know, but I will not be doing that to her. She has family here, besides, after getting her ass beaten by Haven I'm sure she'll know better now.' I finished with a smirk.
The bed began to shift and I looked down to see my little kitten moving. Her face was pulled into one of worry and fear as she moved. She was most likely still dreaming, but I couldn't help but get closer to check on her. She began to whimper, toss, and turn while dreaming and I felt myself let out a small whine for my distressed Haven. No pain should ever be bestowed upon her, for she is mine and should only feel what I have to offer her. Happiness. Soon her tossing and turning became enough for me and I stood up off the chair I had been sitting at.
I crawled onto the bed and made me way to be above her, staring down at her beautiful and soft face. I felt my heart beat pick up pace as I took in her scent. She smelled of fresh wildflowers and the morning dew with a hint of vanilla and pine. The pine scent was coming from me and I loved that~. The fact that she had been around me, covered by me, surrounded by me, made my wolf purr and desire. I took in all her features from her soft cheeks to faint scars. Though I knew not what I was doing, I wanted to follow it as I lowered my head down, my face inching ever so closer to hers.
She let out a slight cry and her eyes flew open, her body shooting forward and her forehead meeting mine. A solid thunk came from both of us and I fell onto the bed holding my head. She fell back down and rubbed where our foreheads met. A red spot formed at both of our foreheads and I heard her whine.
"Ow." I spoke easily, rubbing it while turning my head to look at her.
"Why were you literally on top of me?" She spoke while sitting up still holding her forehead.
"You were whimpering in your sleep, you also did a lot of tossing and turning. Mind telling me what you were dreaming about?" I sat up and laid back on my palms, watching her fidget under my gaze.
"It's none of your concern." She growled and turned away, but I could see her physically tense up and sag her shoulders. She then turned back around and averted her eyes.
"W-why do you want to know..." She asked, her hands playing with each other while she bit her lip.
I ignored the feeling I got when she bit her lip and fixed my position to were I was sitting crossed legged.
"Because I want to know? I care about your well being and if you're having nightmares I want to help you get rid of them." I shrugged and stared at her, my eyes meeting hers in a lock.
She looked up and her teal eyes were glistening from held back tears. I slowly moved my hand to her cheek and carressed it, cupping it in my palm. Her skin was so smooth that it made me purr like a tamed house cat. Of course no one else would get that kind of reaction because....reasons.
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Safe Haven
FantasyHaven, a 17 year old lycanthrope who was the Omega of the Stone Fangs. Her life was in a constant routine. Wake up, eat, get beaten, work, sleep. Nothing new for her. One day, something she doesn't even recall the next morning brings her to a new li...