"Stop the games, you know exactly what you're doing to me?" She chuckles while slowly bringing her hand to her mouth.
"Little old me has an effect on you?" I dug my claws into the desk.
"Stop fucking playing with me! You know damn well that we're mates." She nods.
"I like your reactions though, I like it when you can't control yourself." She comes closer to me and whispers in my ear: "I want to make you so crazy that there's nothing else you can do but bend me over and fuck me on this very desk." she turns one of her fingers into a claw and starts scratching a circle into the desk. I distance myself from her because her scent is going to make me go crazy if that was even possible. "It is. I can make you do things you'll regret." Fuck she's reading my mind again!
"Can't you just respect my wish of not reading my mind?"
"I'm sorry, it's the witch in me." She's a witch? I thought she was a wolf? "I know you told me to stop but I've never been so curious about someone before."
"Are you a witch or a werewolf?" she chuckles.
"You really thought that the war had led to zero mutants? Even before the war, it was a thing. The alphas you know and love are mostly all mutants." That's impossible. What was I missed with then?
"I'll be changing the class I'm TA-ing for. I can't be in the same room as you. Not before I learn to control myself."
"That's sweet. You won't be able to though. The Haze is coming any day now. And since you've met me... my scent will be a lot stronger, especially when I'm Hazed." The thought of her scent being any more powerful has brought the heat back. I want her. I want her now. "What are you thinking about?" She asked while playing with her dark almost black curls. I took a moment to analyze her, she was even more stunning from up close. Her skin glows in the light, her lips pulp and glossy from whatever she had put on them, her eyes. Her stunning dark brown eyes could bewitch whoever looked in them. I wondered if my looks impressed her too. I wish I'm exactly what she wants and more in a were. "Earth to Mr. Richardson." She knows my name. It was all a game to her.
"Yes, what is it?" She chuckles.
"You completely ignored my question and went into a trance." I scratched the back of my head somewhat embarrassed. "You're adorable." She said while smiling at me. She's perfect, I'm happy I waited this long.
"I'm not adorable, I'm from the alpha clan. I'm handsome, sexy maybe but not adorable." She covers her mouth. Was I not supposed to tell her my clan? Was she intimidated by me? "You don't have to be scared, you haven't insulted me or anything."
"You don't scare me one bit. I didn't even know I was mated. Us witches are different, we don't wait forever for one person. That's boring." I sighed, I mated with an immature mutant. She has no respect for the other half of her heritage.
"Once again your ignorance pierces through!" I got up ready to leave, I will not let a little she-wolf disrespect me.
"Where are you going?" I roll my eyes. I'm done talking to her, my attraction nonetheless present but I've gotten better at controlling it. "You can't just ignore me forever. Especially when I can go in your mind when I please. I can also come in your dream. I can make it feel extremely real btws." She is one dominant she-wolf.
"To my office." She puts herself in front of me and pouts. "What are you doing?"
"Did I say something that insulted you? My dad has always said that I have a weird way with my words. And I tell him it's because I'm mixed with the two most powerful species. He just doesn't get it." I continue packing my things as if she hadn't said anything. "Please don't be like that." Why do her words have this effect on me? "I respected your wish and can't read your mind anymore so stop being so childish and -"
"Childish! I'm the one being childish? You've been disrespecting me ever since we've met. In-person and in my mind. I'm done talking for today." Her eyes. Was she about to cry? What was wrong with me, why would I talk to my mate like this. "I'm sorry, please don't cry."
"I'm not going to cry, Mr. Alpha. I'm just emotional." She gets up and picks up her things. "Just forget you've ever seen me. I'll be changing schools." I've ruined my only chance of being with her. As a mutant, she can decide to find a witch lover.
"Wait!" She turns around and looks at me confused. "I'm 25."
"Why the fuck are you telling me this?" She doesn't seem to know.
"Your mom never told you anything about being a werewolf?" She lowers her head and seems to be embarrassed. I didn't even think it was possible to feel embarrassment. Did I say something I shouldn't have?
"My mom is dead, asshole." I did. I close my eyes in shame.
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The Man in the Wolf
مستذئبThere wasn't a lot of his kind left. Vicent Richardson was a 25-year-old man that had to do everything in his power to find and mark his mate before turning 26.
