FOR YOU

PROLOGUE

EDWARD'S POV

If they hadn't made physical contact, maybe I would have just walked away despite her talking to that new guy. Like many other girls who have a crush now and then, I knew Chloe was no different. But I wanted her to be. She should have accepted what I told her—I would have explained if she had asked. I would have told her that there were wolves in sheep's clothing. I would have told her that werewolves were real.

​But she didn't ask. She simply disregarded whatever I said that day, telling me to forget all that had happened between us. And she did forget it all, or at least she pretended to. But me, I can never forget.

​Not the blue irises that swirled in her pure white eyes. Not the legs and thighs that looked so fresh, as if they had never been touched by someone else. Not the black hair that she wore in a ponytail every single day. Not the lips. Not the lips that felt so soft, like silk and powder. Not the lips that burst with flavour in my mouth when I had a taste of them.

​I can never forget.

​Ed has said she is my mate. Even when every fibre in me was against a human being being my mate, I'm still in for Chloe. Something in me wants to stay with her. Something in me wants something more than a family bond. Well, maybe a family bond is what I need, but I need something more than the step-siblings we are.

​For the past three days, I have given her the space she needed. I watched her from afar. My gaze followed her every step, every moment. I listened to every conversation she had. I tried catching her attention by swimming—which always works because she gets to see my body. But now, she doesn't care. The indifference is like a slap.

​Allowing Edgar to kiss her is something I wouldn't allow. It is something I wouldn't accept. I've told her she is for me only. But she dares allow another man to touch her, hug her and kiss her. A furious growl rumbled deep in my chest.

​Truthfully, I'm more pissed off with Edgar than with her. Edgar is the same as me. He is a werewolf—not from my pack, nor Sarah's. But he seems strong. He looks strong. But I don't give a damn if he is an Alpha. There might not be a mark on Chloe, but he knew. He knew she was for another person. Even if he doesn't, she is not his f***ing toy, nor is she his mate. Why bother with her when there are tons of girls after him? Girls who would become idiots for him if he wanted. Yet, he chose Chloe.

​"Friends?" Friends my foot! The word tasted like ash in my mouth.

​I dragged Chloe to the car park, back to where she was coming from, before I released her. The car park was quiet now, with a limited number of people just arriving. But they are none of my concern.

​I clenched my teeth together, a hot pulse throbbing in my temples. I could feel my eyes slightly changing colour, a gold fire spreading in my vision. The blood rushed through me faster than usual. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Jealousy and anger had taken full control over me. I'm f***ing angry, and I'm seriously and madly jealous.

​"What the hell is wrong with you!" she yelled at me, her voice a sharp blade. I couldn't hear what she was saying properly because my head started ringing with jealousy, a high-pitched shriek. The sound was so intense I could barely hear myself think. Jealousy causes pain. And right now, I'm being afflicted with a pain that can't be explained. A pain that words can't describe. All I could do was read her lips.

​She is angry. I can see that. But I'm far more than angry. Doesn't she understand? Doesn't she know the implications of what she is doing? I don't care if she is a human or werewolf or vampire or witch or zombie. She is f***ing mine! That needs to stick with her. She needs to understand that.

​I don't know when I got this angry. But I knew my anger increased when I realised that me and that f***ing son of a b***h called Edgar have the same short name—Ed.

​"What the hell is wrong with me? Oh, you can't be serious. Don't you understand anything, Chloe? I meant it when I said you are mine. You are f***ing mine. You can't go around allowing arseholes to touch you!" My voice was a low growl now, a sound more animal than human. I knew it. It is getting out of hand.

​If anything is worse in all the bad character traits that I know I have, it's my anger. It increases within a microsecond. And most of the time, I can't control it. But right now, I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to control it. Just for Chloe. Just for her.

​"Whoever touches me is none of your concern!" she responded, yelling at the top of her voice again, her hands flying to her sides in a frustrated gesture. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't anyone touch me? Why can't I speak with whoever I like?" she barked out again. She is angry and I'm furious. My jaw was locked so tight I thought it would c***k.

​"I gave you the chance to speak with them, but nothing more than talking!" My voice was a snarl.

​"Why! Who the hell do you think you are! You are just a stepbrother to me! Why are you this obsessive!" Her hands also did the talking, or arguing for her, as she used them to punctuate each word.

​"Because you are mine!" I barked at her angrily. My sixth sense was gone. It no longer told me that I was speaking with a woman, that I was speaking to the one made for me. Ed did nothing, absolutely nothing to keep me calm. In fact, I could tell that he is more jealous and angry than me.

​"Stop with the nonsense! I'm not yours! There is no way I would be with a freaking obsessive bastard. My life is not made for you! I have my life to live and so do you! You don't own me!" she screamed. Her voice was at its maximum, a raw, piercing sound that surely echoed across the car park.

​"I f***ing own you, Chloe!" I growled, my voice a deep, guttural rumble. I looked into her eyes that were now shimmering with un-shed tears. Her lips were quivering, her body trembling from what she was about to say. She is broken. I broke her. But if this is the way she knows, so be it.

​I caught my breath as we looked at each other. I'm surprised why I haven't changed into my wolf form when I'm this angry. I'm shocked why my fangs have not yet descended when I'm this furious.

​"Get in the car, Chloe," I said to her, my voice lower than my initial tone, a forced calm. But she made no move, not even an inch. Her feet were rooted to the spot.

​"Get in the f***ing car, Chloe," I repeated, my patience wearing thin, yet still no move. She is really made for me. She is made to test the level of my anger.

​"I said, get in the goddamn car or else, I swear, I will carry you myself, and you shall know for a fact that I own you!" I muttered angrily again, a silent threat in my voice. I waited for just a second for her to move her feet. And when she didn't, I turned her around unexpectedly, grabbing her left arm and pulling her closer to me. With her back against my body, I grabbed her arse and squeezed it tight. I heard a little gasp, a small moan escaping her lips. I lifted her and carried her on my shoulder, and I slapped her arse as I walked towards the car. The sound was a sharp c***k.

​"Next time you disobey me, I promise I won't be lenient," I said, placing her in the passenger seat, turning to the driver's seat, kicking the engine on, and driving off.