Saved by a human girl

compelling

Mandy’s Pov

Human? What does that mean? I’m his human, and only a human you feel drawn to can save you from another Alpha bite?

My mind is rushing and grasping for answers. I shouldn’t have let him leave. I need more answers.

I’m supposed to run for the heels, but even without his yellow eyes compelling me, I still feel drawn to him, I still feel safe, and that scares the s**t out of me.

I felt passion I never felt before. A feeling that I can’t explain.

His powerful scent and muscular body are not even what’s drawing me towards him. It’s the way he makes me feel when he looks at me.

The heat that shoots through my body that I can’t control, with or without his yellow eyes, my body goes numb and, like any other drug addict, he is my addict.

I usually judge drug addicts that come into the ER for overdose, but I can understand why they do it. Well, now I can.

It’s a feeling that you don’t want to escape. Let go of it. It makes you feel alive and relaxed. Well, for most of the part.

I still feel him behind me like a ghost looking over me, the chills running down my spine. His dark and yellow eyes cut through my core, and his forceful grip sent electricity through my body that actually made me feel like a fool.

His thick voice made me feel like I could listen to him for hours. My mind keeps thinking of all the ways I want him.

Snap out of it, Mandy! I suddenly thought of Mike.

“Mike!” I said in a sad, low voice. What am I doing? I love Mike. I loved him for years. What am I doing to him?

He has been there for me for as long as I can remember. I used to feel so much passion and love for him. He was the perfect safe boyfriend until I met Dylan, a werewolf that made me question life and everything I stand for.

I still want to find out more, which will bring me closer to what happened to my father. He had the same marks on him the day I found Dylan in the alley, and I bet Dylan has answers for that, he has to give me answers, but every time I’m near him, I can’t seem to focus on reality.

The only thing my mind and body want is him. How will I get rid of a feeling that I don’t want to get rid of?

“Mandy?” I heard a knock on the door. First I kept quiet, but the banging on the door got louder and it was going to wake up my neighbours.

“Really, Maggie?” I said, in frustration. She is drunk and has a bottle of whiskey in her hands.

“What happened to you? The one minute you danced with Mike and the next you wanted to leave. It’s your birthday, you know?” she waved the bottle in front of me.

I leaned against the door and banged my head against the solid wood. I rake my hands over my face in pure frustration.

They don’t remember anything. Why am I the only one that can remember what happened at the club? Is this how it works? He said I’m his human. Does that mean that even when he compels me, I can still remember? How does this work?

“Mandy?” Maggie raised her voice.

“I’m tired and didn’t feel like having more drinks. I’m sorry I know you meant well, but with work and studies and...”

“And the mysterious handsome guy that was glaring at you from the bar?”

“What?” I asked in shock. I thought no one noticed anything. My gosh, Mike!

“Yeah, he was glaring at you and then disappeared after we all went to the dance floor.” I felt confused for a moment. I only felt Dylan’s presence when I danced with Mike.

“How did he look?” Maggie glares at me like I’m some kind of manhunter.

“He had blond hair, and his eyes, I think, were blue.”

I felt relieved. That’s not Dylan. Dylan has brown eyes when it’s not bright yellow, and his body is tanned with dark hair.

“Anyway, he’s eyes were fixed on you for a while until you danced with Mike.” She slurs her tongue. She is so drunk.

That was my plan until Dylan showed up and filled my mind with passion and lust. Oh God, just thinking about it makes me feel like a cheater.

“You want some?” Maggie showed me the bottle.

“Maggie, it’s nearly 4 AM. You need some sleep.”

“No, we need to finish the party. You left before we could sing to you.” I rolled my eyes at her when she started singing.

“Shhhh,” I pressed my hand over her mouth. She giggled and plotted down on the couch.

“ You're such a buzz killer.” She shut her eyes and closed them. Finally, some silence. I removed her shoes and placed a blanket over her body, and removed the bottle from her hand.

I smiled, seeing how peaceful she looked.

I guess tomorrow she won’t feel so peaceful when the hangover kicks in.

I switched off the light and made my way to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror, and for a second it looked like Dylan was standing behind me. I turned around quickly, but no one was in the room. My heart pumps way faster than a normal person should pump.

What is he doing to me?

All of a sudden, I felt him touch me, the same way he touched me inside the club. My hands moved to my dress and I pulled it up to my tights, my breathing becoming heavy, and my hands sliding over my body. I feel like being in a trance again, and this time I can’t break loose.

I can nearly stand on shaky legs, and in seconds the compelling feeling is gone again.

I glared at myself in the mirror. He had to be here, using his powers on me.

I glared out the window but there was no one, not even the wind was blowing.

I laughed and shook my head. I’m going crazy. He made me feel like I was doing it for myself, and I think I am addictive.

I removed my dress and dressed in pyjamas and climbed into bed.