Beckham is starting his senior year of high school with his life already planned out. Due to take over the Watercreek pack once he graduates, a smoking hot girlfriend and football season starting, he's living the life. That is until the unexpected h...
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I groan struggling to open my eyes against the sunlight. I sit up slowly looking around the room. Wait a fucking minute, this is not my house nor the house I was in. Oh, fuck me! The nights events slowly coming back to me. Out of all people why'd I call him? I could've called a pack warrior to hide out but no I had to call the one person I truly didn't want to fucking be around. My fucking head is killing me. The door opens and in walks Mr. Young with a tray shirtless. I can't help but to eye his chiseled frame with tattoos littering his arms and chest. I'm fit, but he puts my body to fucking shame.
"Good, you're up" he says sitting too close for comfort next to me on the bed.
"What time is it?" I groan.
"Twelve. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've gotten ran over by a truck."
He moves the tray to my lap, "here eat."
I look down at the tray to see scrambled eggs, bacon, and French toast with a side of water and pills. I look up at him and he nods. I take my time eating and decide half way through to take the pills. When I'm done, he moves the tray to the nightstand next to me.
"You're not to drink again" he says sternly.
I turn to him, "excuse me?"
"You heard me Beckham."
"You can't control me Mr. Young."
He chuckles humorlessly, "that's where you're wrong. You're mine and you'll listen or face the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
I look into his light brown eyes that are slightly turning darker in anger. "What are you?" I ask ignoring his bullshit.
He smiles showing his bright teeth and I watch as two large canines show. Vampire, of fucking course. I mean why not add to the shit show of mateship that this is. "I'm being nice Beckham by not punishing you for your stunt last night. Listen to me and we won't have any issues."
"I don't think you've notice but I don't do well with following commands. I give them."
He smirks, "try me pet." I watch frozen in place as he moves closer to me.
"I don't even know your name" I whisper.
"Titus." His lips hover over mine, his light brown eyes meeting my electric blue ones as if he's waiting for permission.
I clear my throat pulling away from him, "I need to get home."
He chuckles licking his full lips. "Your clothes are on your side of the bathroom and your car is out front."
I nod getting out the bed going into his bathroom. My side? I don't have a side; I don't even want to be here. What I want is to get laid without the interference of the man outside of these doors. Maybe training today will help me get some of my anger out. When I'm done in the bathroom I walk out to see Titus is no longer there. I walk out his room that happens to be off the kitchen I don't think I paid attention to that last night. I walk down the hallway to the living room where I hear voices. I walk in to see Titus and Christian on the couch watching TV along with a female.
