Okay, what did just happen here? I was fine, just fine, until he did what he just did. I mean, how could he? It's like one day he's all like: "Oh, how about we never talk to each other again!", and now he's actually stealing the words right from my mouth. I mean, literally stealing them from it... What just happened?
Skylar, aka, the blonde, chestnut girl with the green globes for her eyes that she still wont hide under makeup, well, in a nutshell, lets say she is the kind of girl that you never know wich girl she is going to be when you're around her. No, she is not bipolar and always change personnalities, nor does she have a really violent and strange menstrual cycle, it's just that, she's pretty messed up and weird. Her bluntness and her guts may let some people think she really have some balls under those pants, but it's just that she has totally no control over it. And you know what, I am that girl.
Oliver is the guy that, lets just say, will deal pretty well with my nature.
I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying.
"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!"
As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down.
"You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me."
He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up.
"You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight."
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Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?