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Just me and him.

Just me and him.

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"How did you get those marcell? They were just ri—" I say reaching into my bag to grab them but they were not there. I try and reach for them but since he has always been taller than me he takes advantage of his height he puts his hand in the air stretching his arm so that I can not reach, i'm jumping up and down whining for him to give them back. Marcell is like 5'11" compared to me with the height of a elf standing at 5'1". "Not untill you promise to come over tonight,you know as well as I do both of our parents will be gone for 2 months. And I know that you do not like to be lonely ever since the robbery at your house with only you home nearly dying from the gun shot that dude sent your direction." He said looking down at me into my puppy dog eyes. After about 5 minutes of just staring at me he gave in but refused to let me drive so the only way of getting home was to let him drive.
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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