mona's test story-2022-07-22

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“I didn’t forget your present if that’s what you meant.” He furiously shoved a rectangular box in my direction. I threw it back at him and he caught it, shock written all over his face.

“That’s definitely not what I’m talking about, I could give a s**t less about a present. You made Monica destroy my car for even thinking I had a chance with you!” I blew up. He looked extremely confused now, but I wasn’t stopping. “You know, after all the bullshit you put me through throughout the years, I didn’t ever think you were capable of doing that to my car, my ONE mode of transportation, the only thing that I had to escape every once in a while! To talk me into giving you a chance, knowing how much you and your brother hate me, and then destroy some-“

His lips met mine so suddenly I almost fell back, but he caught me and crushed my body against his. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t let go. I felt myself melting into the kiss, and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips moved together in sync, and his mouth opened slightly, begging for entrance. Entrance I denied.

I pulled away from him, catching my breath. He let go and stepped back, sighing deeply.

“Babygirl, I would never set Monica up to do something like that.” He said, tilting my chin to look into my eyes. “Even if we weren’t mates, even when I was being a dumbass unsure of how to control my emotions, I wouldn’t let her do that.” He pursed his lips and was lost in thought for a moment.

“No matter. It will be dealt with by morning.” He stepped back and took a seat on my bed, patting the spot next to him. I sat against my pillows with my feet in front of me, trying to put as much space between us as I could. Ignoring my attempt at space, he grabbed my leg and took off my boot, massaging the pad of my right foot. Dear goddess, that felt amazing.

“So if you didn’t do it, she just did it herself?” I questioned, biting my lip. He sighed, repeating his actions with my left foot.

“It would appear she feels threatened by you, and rightfully so. You see, Monica isn’t 18 yet, so she still holds out hope that the three of us are destined mates. However, our parents have set up a marriage between us to bring together our two packs and make it one large pack of over 800.” He said it so casually while I looked at him in shock.

“Before you turned 18, I was hoping Monica would be our mate. She’s smart, or I at least thought she was. She’s beautiful, but she’s cold and I didn’t like that. I want someone compassionate towards everyone, no matter their rank, what they look like, or where they came from. But our parents made this alliance when we were kids, so there’s technically really no way for us to get out of it.”