Alpha Caleb and the Blessed Wolf

16

CALEB

Smash

"You..."

Smash

"Marked..."

Smash

"Me..."

Smash

I entered my room finding Nikita standing in front of the mirror examining her reflection. Next thing I knew she was hurling s**t at my head.

"You marked me you asshole!!"

I ducked easily as a bottle of cologne smashed on the wall behind me.

"Urgh!!!! How dare you." She yelled unintelligible insults as she threw anything she could get her hands on. When she picked up a photo frame off the side table, my heart dropped. It was the last picture with my mother.

Oh hell no!

She can smash every single thing in this room except for that. In seconds my Alpha speed and the momentum to get to her crashed us into the wall, my body pressed against hers. One hand gripped the wrist holding the photo frame the other wrapped around her delicate neck.

The little 'umph' sound she made on impact would have been goddamn sexy if I wasn't pissed right now.

"Would you have preferred to die little mate?" I hissed.

Deep ocean blue eyes stared into mine I could almost drown in them or maybe freeze to death with the icey glare she was giving me.

Defiance.

I was almost popping a semi with the desire to break that disobedient spark.

"Yes. Dying would be better than being mated to you." she hissed.

"You'll get your wish" I said squeezing her throat a little harder. "When I'm done with you." Pressing my body against hers a little harder, my c**k growing a little harder. I smirked when realisation of what I meant to do with her flickered through those pretty doe eyes.

"If you try to sleep with me and seal the mate bond know I will never stop screaming and fighting and hating you."

The hand on her neck slid up to cup her jaw. The rough pad of my thumb traced those delicious plump lips, they opened ever so slightly. I could hear her heart racing, adrenaline oozing from her pores seeping into my own.

Goddamn I want her. The girl plaguing my every thought for the past week. My fiery little mate.

Leaning my face into the side of hers, lips barely touching the helix of her ear. Electricity crackled between us. The faint intoxicating scent of her arousal reached me.

Fuck. Me.

My wolf was almost ready to dry hump her against the wall.

"I do like you in this position, trapped little lamb with no escape..." her breathing deepened in panic, "but only good girls get to be f****d. You're nothing but an ungrateful bratty little pup throwing a tantrum because I didn't let you die and mark you instead so you could live."

Yanking the picture from her hand I abruptly stepped away letting her almost fall to the ground if it wasn't for the wall at her back holding her up. Storming off to the bathroom for a cold shower without a backward glance.

The mark was only temporary but f**k her she doesn't need to know that just yet. It was hard enough withdrawing my fangs before they sunk too deep. If I pretend it's real my wolf remains happy.....for now.

***** Last night in the Rogue Woods *****

When I made it back to the trucks Nikita was barely clinging to life. I should have been happy. Not killing women and children was something I didn't like doing but if she died from injuries it would have made my life's goal of a dead blessed wolf a lot easier. Shutting off my emotions I didn't succumb to the lunacy Nikita was creating with the other wolves or so I thought. Her power instead called to my wolf drove him mad with obsession to get to her.

As quick as the thoughts of letting her die in my arms crossed my mind they were just as quickly shoved to its recesses along with my human consciousness. My wolf took charge, the crazy motherfucker went wild. His primitive beastly urges to mark and mate were running high but surprisingly his need to protect and heal her ran deeper. So instead I raced with her in my arms half shifted.

Hendrix and half a dozen warriors had to hold me down while the field medics sutured the artery and started an IV line. She was f*****g pale, her heart beat too slow, her breath too shallow.

"She needs a mate mark the bond will help her wolf's healing ability." One of the medics stated looking stressed. Not sure if it was from her not wanting to lose a young woman's life or because my wolf was currently acting like a feral animal in this half shifted abomination state.

"She isn't 18 yet, it's against the law." Hendrix called out.

But it was too late I had succeeded in thrashing and fighting the warriors off me. Snatching her up in my arms once again, my sharp teeth sank themselves into the soft milky skin of her neck.

The marking was unlike anything I had ever felt. A need to protect and cherish, to touch, taste and feel every inch of her. Bury my c**k deep inside her, grow a pup in her womb or several. Above all of that though, it held a promise of unconditional love. Surreal, beautiful, everything I had missed in my life for so long.

My wolf was going bat s**t crazy with this new sensation but I gained back enough control just in time to release my fangs before piercing to deeply and stopping the venom from injecting under her skin for a permanent mark. I sat with her in my arms the whole way back to my pack house. Snapping at everyone who looked at us. Only the female medics could touch my mate.

I felt like an addict. She is a drug that I craved. The only thing that makes my cold dead heart beat but I also loathed myself for wanting to consume every ounce of her light in my dark twisted world. She cursed my family with being born and now she has come to devour me like the moon goddesses personal vendetta.

*******

The cold shower helped a little to ease my aching blue balls. Nikita had settled onto the leather sofa, a throw rug over her crossed legs, scowling, furiously attacking the pilling on the fabric.

She may have the body of a woman but she acts like a stubborn child. I mean come on I'm almost 25 with lots of experience and she's a 17 year old pup. I had to control my urges.

Not a spec of the room was cleaned up but I was too exhausted to give a s**t. I'll have some people clean up tomorrow. I'd changed into some grey sweat pants, turned off the light and flopped into bed. Normally I'd sleep naked but I might freak her out. What is this chick doing to me I've never thought about someone else's feelings before.

Fuuuuck.

I scrubbed my hands down my face then settled my arms above my head closing my eyes.

"Aren't you worried I might escape" Nikita's sweet voice laced with disdain came through the darkness.

"I'd like to see you try little one"

"Maybe I'll stab you or smother you in your sleep."

"You could smother me by sitting on my face, I wouldn't mind dying buried in those sexy ass cheeks of yours."

"You're disgusting"

"What, you're boyfriend not man enough to show how good it could feel?"

"Ryker is 100 times the man you are."

"I doubt that. Oh well no use being jealous of a dead guy anyway."

"f**k you"

"Nah, but you will" I know I was being immature but I liked it when my spitfire argued back.

"No way in hell, not when you've been having s*x with another she-wolf despite bonded to me. I might get rabies."

Shit, she must have felt that I'd f****d Paige.

"Not that I care, f**k whoever you want. Every time I feel the pain it will remind me just how much I hate you"

Replaying what Hendrix had said earlier about making her fall in love with me I could almost laugh. I think that ship has sailed my friend.

"Right back at ya kitten." I mumbled. Sailed and sunk at the bottom of the ocean.

I'm unlovable.

Even the moon Goddess knew I can't love and be loved I guess that's why she paired me with a doomed mate bond. Our story doesn't end well... for both of us. Maybe tomorrow I'll try again.

Sleep surprisingly came easy thanks to sheer exhaustion, though it wasn't restful one bit.