His canines extended into my skin, fuck, I need to get out of here.
My mind races as my legs kick into his side, causing his chompers to take a massive chunk out of my arm.
What the fuck was this crazy thinking? RUN DALIA, RUN.
He throws his head back and roars an earth shattering, ear splitting and monstrous roar to the sky. Without attempting to watch the view further, I high tailed it out of there as fast as my legs could go.
“You are mine.” The deep husky voice of my attacker sent knee-weakening shudders throughout my body causing me to stumble on the twigs and leaves underfoot.
“You are crazy and need help,” I screamed back through deep breaths as it burns in my lungs.
Faster, I need to get away, run faster for Christ sake… I turned to see where he was but to my surprise, there was no one there, laughing inwardly to myself… BANG!
My body slams into something solid and unmovable; flying back, I hit a tree.
“Ow,” I moaned as I attempt to get up,
“Why would you run from me? I was made for you?” His voice caused my body to shudder again only this time, it reaches deep in-between my legs.
“Get - away - from - me,” I coughed up some blood and spit it on the ground at his feet.
“No, you’re now injured, why would you do that?” Panic seeps from him.
“Why do you care? You’re trying to kill me,” I gripped my head attempting to control the nausea.
He laughs so loud it vibrates through both eardrums, “Kill you, why would I kill my mate?”
My alarm blears through the silence of my apartment, the Beach Boys instantly cause me to smile.
For as long as I could remember, ‘The Beach Boys’ had been my dad’s favourite, I knew every lyric, every change and could twist, hot potato and jive like the best of them.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, all I can think about is bacon and eggs and how hungry I was, deciding there was no time like the present to get ready for another week at Hammericks Hardware. I liked working there but with so many qualifications behind me, I wondered why I hadn’t bothered to move jobs this time, instead, opting for minimal wages and horrid customers.
Walking in the front, I headed directly to my locker, “good morning Dalia,” my boss calls out.
“Morning Jack,” I replied before watching him enter his office.
Heading to the paint counter, I threw on my apron and begin to serve patient people as Sam knocks my hip with his, “morning Lia.”
“Morning Sam, I can’t wait to hear about your sexy adventures this weekend,” I giggled at him with a wink.
Sam stood quite short, at about 5ft 2, however, his height restriction never deterred the ladies that flocked in their droves, just to have his attention.
His eyes were a lovely morning blue that was framed perfectly by tanned skin, chocolate brown hair and straight white teeth, one smile from him, I swear makes high schoolers cum instantly.
“You won’t believe the sexy girls I had screaming my name toward the sky this weekend?” Sam laughs, internally high fiving himself.
“I bet you did,” I smiled at him politely while he recounted every thrust, every moan and every single dirty and delicious erotic moment.
After eight hours and many customers later, it was nearing the end of my shift. Sam had left an hour before, only to be replaced by Taya, a quiet girl, very young and extremely beautiful. She was tall, legs for days with shiny blonde short hair that sported light pink streaks and stood out against her pale skin and framed her light brown eyes.
A group of extremely well-built men walked in, the kind that had human women falling over themselves to get at, I smelt them before I noticed them, raising my head towards the roof, I inhaled deeply -wolves.
Taya was alone at the counter as they approached but she seemed to not be bothered by their appearance. I wondered if she knew what they really were?
“Lia, can you give me a hand please?” I placed the swatches down and headed behind the counter.
“What’s up Taya?” I smiled at her, I had crossed wolves before however, I was never a threat so most of them left me alone. They somehow could always smell that I didn’t belong.
“This is my brother Arkai, he’s here for some paint but I need help with the right pigments, Arkai, this is my friend Lia,” her sweet voice introduced us, Brother? Fuck, she’s a wolf.
“Rogue,” he sneered unimpressed by my being so close to his sister.
“Look, are we gonna have a problem? I could just leave the paint here and you can wait two hours until Jerry clocks on to tint your tins?” Arsehole, there’s nothing I loathe more than a cocky, entitled wanker whose ego was bigger than his dick.
“Does Alpha, know you work with a rogue Taya?” By now, the three other men are staring bullets in my direction. Sadly, this was not an uncommon situation for a wolf without a pack, but I had never been apart of a pack or even been invited to join one.
“Arkai, she’s lovely, stop being such an arse.” Taya smiles back at me, trying to offer support and comfort, thank god, she was sensible enough not to judge me.
“It’s okay Taya, comes with being me,” I offered her, grabbing the tins of house paint and putting them under the tint.
After thirty uncomfortable minutes of me attempting to focus on the correct colours and not listen in on the four men and Taya arguing amongst themselves.
“Here you go,” I placed the tins on the countertop, “see ya tomorrow Taya,” I waved before leaving.
Back at my apartment, I flicked on the T.V and settle in for a chick flick, some popcorn and hot chocolate when my phone vibrates on the table.
… Lia, I’m sorry for my brother, Taya <3 …
… Hey, how did you get my number? Lia …
… Sam gave it to me, I wanted to apologise, Taya …
… That’s okay, I’m used to it by now, though, I’m surprised I never picked up your scent, Lia …
… Our pack females are taught to mask their scents, Taya …
… Neat, I didn’t know that was possible, well, thanks for the apology but it wasn’t needed, see you tomorrow, Lia …
***Please note: This was my second book ever written and my first wolf one, thank you.***