Soulmated: Love me Alpha

Sluts are so annoying.....

"My mother isn't home," Curt told me as we made our way to his living room.

It wasn't a large nor was it small but just the perfect size to make the room look cozy and comfortable. There was no TV, but two large navy blue couches on either side of the room and two chairs in the corners. The windows were the only source of light in the room, opened wide with the white lace curtains blowing slightly with the breeze. It was cute, I concluded.

Curt plopped down on the couch.

"Oh," I said, turning my attention back to him. "Where is she?"

"Out," came his brilliant reply.

I felt the pit of my stomach drop with both thrill and dread. We were alone. This could be either really good or really really bad.

"Huh," I said, nodding. "Well, okay then."

Curt made a significant glance to the emptiness beside him and patted it with his hand. I made my way to the couch and sat next to him, sinking into the couch's soft cushion. With one fluid motion, Curt swung his massive arm so that it was wrapped around my shoulder.

"So," I said, breaking the silence, "tell me more about this werewolf stuff."

Curt glanced down at me. "What do you want to know?"

"Let's see," I drawled, wracking my brain for some questions. "How come you guys can transform without it being a full moon? I thought you couldn't otherwise."

He shrugged. "At the age of ten, anyone with werewolf blood can transform at their will. It's a matter of preference. Some like their human forms, some like their wolf forms. Others use their wolf forms to simply travel places quicker. The idea of only being able to transform on a full moon is myth."

"Then what's the difference between a regular day versus a full moon?"

"We're animals," he said, bluntly. "Pure animals on the day of a full moon. Even more so at night. Whether we want to or not, once night begins and the full moon rises, we must transform. The full moon brings out our true being, the one thing that liberates us of our human bodies once a month. It sets free our inner wolf. This is the one time we can completely let go of our human morals and give in to our animal instincts without hesitance," he said. Then he grimaced, looking down. "The feeling is unlike any other. I feel sorry for you that you've never experienced such a feeling."

I shrugged. "I've never been through it so I wouldn't know what it feels like anyway. Sounds pretty cool, though," I added with a smile. Then I wrinkled my nose. "Except maybe for the whole letting loose thing. It sounds a little disturbing."

Curt's his eyes met mine, a questioning look gracing his features.

"I don't mean literally disturbing," I said, quickly, "just...I don't know. Becoming completely an animal? Animals kill and don't know right from wrong—"

"Yes, we do," he snapped, his voice deepening coldly and I had to repress the shiver creeping up my spine.  I could tell he's had this argument with others before. "We decipher right from wrong based on instinct. We don't let our foolish human minds let us fall prey to trickery."

"But instinct can be wrong."

"Not our instincts. We're never wrong." Curt's eyes narrowed further and he lifted his nose in the air, the coldness in his eyes blazing. "You wouldn't understand because you're just a human. You were born from a human, raised as a human, and as a result, think like a human. You are weak and you will never understand."

"I'm not completely human," I said, so low that if he didn't have overly sensitive hearing he wouldn't have understood. It was the only defense I could think of, the only thing that I could fire back with. It made me feel weak.