The Enslaved Wolf Queen

Jerks are good kissers

Adelaide POV:

He was such a jerk. An extreme jerk. Yet, when I opened the bar door to leave, there he was, standing in a casual pose with a fresh smile on his face. "Why so serious?" He joked, and I grimaced, "I have to get back," I said as I tried to push past him. He placed his strong hands on each of my arms, holding me firmly in place. "You push, and I pull. We are like magnets. The least we can do is get to know each other," he said, his scent filling my nostrils like an experimental drug. "Fine," I said defeated, he smiled as he turned me around and lead me to a corner booth. He gestured for me to sit and slid down next to me, close, and I wish I could say it bothered me, but it was like my body wanted him close. "I am Luke," he said, extending his hand, "Adelaide," I replied, as we shook hands electricity sparked through our skin, and my stomach erupted with butterflies. "Just static," I said, "sure," he replied, his tone told me that he was just agreeing to placate me. "So, how does a hunter become the hunted?" He asked, his vanilla breath dulling my senses, and foiling my plans at being cold and hard towards him. "I don't know," I said honestly, "everything is a mess." "It might seem that way," he said, "but if you don't think about things too hard, you will find that things are easier to manage." His fingertips brushed against my own and I felt the sparks again.

He moved his hand and scratched his chin, "well, in my world, getting a wolf would be a celebration." He smiled at me, "in ours, it means a death sentence." "Well, what do you want it to mean?" He asked. I scrunched my eyebrows confused with what he was implying, "do you even know your wolf?" He asked, "know my wolf?" I repeated, confused, "how can a person know a wolf?" He smiled at me in this mischievous way that made his eyes sparkle. "Being a werewolf is more than just being a beast, despite what you hunters think you know, its not that black and white." I pressed my back against the wall, turning to look at him completely as we spoke, "okay then explain," I said, gesturing with my hands for him to continue. "Werewolves are ancient creatures, we believe we were blessed by our Goddess, Selene." I listened intently, "we believe its a rabid disease that you beasts spread like AIDS." He cleared his throat, "and how do we spread this 'disease'?" He asked, anger bubbling in his voice, "by infecting people with your bite." It was obvious, and his anger flashed in his eyes, as they darkened in response, "werewolves can't turn humans into wolves Adelaide," he said, my name came off cold from his mouth, and I did not like it at all. It twisted and tugged at my heart strings. "Werewolves can only be born." His words were final, but had created a new rift in the life that I had thought to have known.

"So, then, how am I a werewolf?" I whispered, his eyes caught mine, and I looked away. He could see the vulnerability I was feeling. His fingers held my chin, and lifted my eyes back to his. "We'll figure it out together," he said, and I pulled away, "how can I even trust you?" I looked away from him, "Whether you choose to accept it or not, we are mates, and that is a special bond, another blessing from the moon goddess." His words were so powerful and strong, I had no idea how he did it. "I have a boyfriend," I blurted out, and that seemed to send him back, I regretted it as soon as I said it. "You love him?" Luke asked, and I nodded my head, "I mean after four years together-" Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were smashed into mine, my eyes closed, and our lips fizzled with electricity. It was like the whole world had vanished, there were no wolves or hunters, just our souls intertwining. My hands found his soft hair, it felt his textured skin on his face, I could feel the hair follicles growing back from his most recent shave. He pulled away from our kiss, and when my eyes opened, they were heavy, and my lips were tingling for more.

"Does your boyfriend make you feel like this?" He asked, and my eyes were glazed over with the trance that he had cast over me with just one kiss. "No." I answered, my voice soft and honest. "That's what I thought," he said, his own voice filled with arrogance.