Her Name Is D

It's HIM!

"RUNT! GET UP HERE!"

Jasmine screamed giving me a headache.

I sighed and looked at the sleeping Mash as she sat on my leg.

I scooped her up in my hands and gently placed her on the bed.

I hummed happily as I watched the white little ball expand in shrink with her each of her breaths.

How cute.

She's like a little cotton ball.

This recharged me a bit. So I slowly got off my bed and trudged to Jasmine's room.

Once I got there, the smell of alcohol perforated my nose. Vodka. First off. Who the fuck drinks in the middle of the afternoon!?

Vodka was the choice of booze around here. Werewolves can't get drunk easily like humans. And vodka is one of the strongest types of liquor which gives them a nice buzz.

As I pushed the door in the scent alone was getting me drunk. I could feel it being absorbed into my stomach, I was already prepared to toss my breadbasket.

I walked further in. A sense of dread was starting to set in and I felt ready to run out of there.

But I still ventured further in.

" Oh, rUUUnt~"

She called out to me with her voice all sing-songy.

I had a hangover just listening to her. I carefully stepped over to her as she sat on a couch in front of her tv.

Yes, her room has a couch AND a tv.

Lucky, bitch!

Her room is basically an apartment all on its own.

I walked up to her and she was surrounded by empty liquor bottles.

I watched as she chugged down a bottle of tequila and threw the bottle to the floor.

That'll be fun to clean up.

I sighed internally at this slob.

" Hey!"

Fun fact, this girl has no control over her volume when she's liquored up.

I looked at her with an emotionless face.

" You, you, you, you're a, a, a, useless, good for nothing, runt. "

She can barely make a sentence and I'm probably here to be her drunk babysitter.

Holding her hair, helping her bathe while trying my hardest not to drown her, dressing her, and even putting her in bed.

I'm so glad werewolves hardly ever get hangovers. Because those are the days I wanna shoot myself.

Because on top of cleaning and everything else, I have to take care of these grown-ass adults.

I hope she just passes out already.

" Hey runt, "

What now?

She patted her leg.

" Sit."

On her leg? Is she that drunk?

This must be a trick.

I sat on the couch and as soon as I did she yelled at me.

" Are you blind!?"

What the hell did I do?

" Ugh, you're impossible."

She groaned and grabbed me by the arm. She yanked me towards her and placed me on her lap.

The fuck!?!?

I gulped as her arms found their way around my waist. She's freaking huge compared to me.

She started rubbing my stomach.

" You're skinny. Did you eat?"

Uncomfortable~

" Small, skinny, too skinny."

She mumbled and started to stroke my thighs. This grope fest made my stomach churn. Why was she doing this?

I almost yelped when her hands moved to my chest and squeezed. I wanted to cry, this made me feel... dirty and wrong.

" Cute."

Did... did she just call me cute?

She trailed her hands to my hair and she pulled one my braids.

" Cute."

So I wasn't hearing things, I'm going insane instead.

Her hand went back to my stomach and rubbed it again. " Did it hurt?"

I guess she's referring to when she kicked me in the stomach. I was too exhausted to feel anything and I had gotten used to ignoring most of my pain.

Eventually, she noticed the bandages on my arm.

That's when she grabbed my arm out of my pocket.

" Who did this?!"

Her voice nearly made me wet myself.

I didn't say anything. My throat refused to let me say out any words.

She started to squeeze my arm and immediately the waterworks started.

" WHO!?"

" Olive." I managed to squeak out a name.

She finally let go of my arm but once the floodgates opened they weren't too keen on closing.

Jasmine wiped my wet face and she almost looked... sorry.

What is wrong with her? Was she drugged or something?

She wrapped her arms around my waist once again and buried her face into my neck. She mumbled something against my skin and started to squeeze me even tighter.

Someone help me.

I was there for what felt like hours. Every time I tried to move, her grip became even tighter and she kept her face in my neck so I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or awake.

Please just pass out. Please just pass out. Please just pass out. Please just pass out.

I thought I would be there forever.

Then I heard the door creak. Please help me!

I didn't care if anyone saw the tear stains and snot on my face. I just wanted to leave.

Footsteps drew closer.

Hurry up!

Finally, a figure appeared, and just when I was overcome with relief. A scent hit my nose.

It was the same smell I had been met with in Hazen's room. Like a fast-food buffet.

'Mate.'

Nut suddenly spoke in my head.

What!?

I looked up to see sharp pair of brown eyes staring back at me.

It was Hazen.

And I was his mate....

SON OF A BITCH!