This is about how a girl named Bay, meats a guy named Xavier. Xavier is a werewolf and also the alpha of the strongest pack in the world, the 'Midnight Pack'. Bay, is just an ordinary girl, or at least she thought she was. The way Xavier met Bay was kind of a shocker, he basically kidnaped her and forbid her to see her family and go anywhere. She's a smart girl but her attitude towards people limits her, she's easily triggered and has smart comebacks. Xavier, he is hardheaded and gets what he wants. He basically has no emotions, but he won't let Bay slip out of his grasp. He had a hard past, almost the same as Bay, but his is more twisted. The moon goddess puts them in situations that would tear them apart, but they won't have it. No matter how hard they try to resist each other, rejection, pain, sadness, hate, and so many other emotions, that only end up in them falling more in love with each other. As days pass by, they end up not resisting, their walls fall down, their love intensifies, and only the future can decide what happens next.
Will they still be together until the end? Or will they fall apart? The love for each other and this question stays in their heads, only to make them stronger, more passionate, more understanding, more admiration, more pain, more tears, more fights, more...everything. join them, read as they fall, read as they get up, read as they get mad over the smallest things, and read as their walls fall down, read as they start to see each other in different perspectives, and read as they fall in love.
"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek.
Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary.
In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing...
Until he met me.
Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)