The Werewolf and the Human

Why Do They Not Like Me

“Why do they not like me? Is it simply because I am a stranger?” I heard Lucy ask. I nearly froze. What would my beta tell her? She wanted an answer, but he was not the man to give it to her, nor was she even close to ready to know the answers.

              I walked toward the two of them, ready to stop whatever conversation might occur. When my beta answered, “They’ll grow to like you in time.”

              Lucy smiled and shook her head. “That is hardly what I asked, but I can see that is a touchy subject for all, so I will let it go.”

              My beta took a step closer to her, and I needed to make my entrance. I could not handle another time of him touching her. I did not want to feel him touch her again. I could not feel him touch her again. “I would like a moment alone with Lucy,” I told my beta.

              He looked between Lucy and me for a split-second before saying, “Yes, sir.” He then walked away, but he turned around at the last second to look at Lucy once more and say, “It was pleasant to have these moments with you. Maybe we could talk again soon.”

              She smiled and said, “I would like that.” I glared at my beta. What right did you have to say anything about meeting with her again? That was my decision to make. I got to decide if they should see each other again. I was her mate, not him. I was the one that should be spending time with her, not him. I should decide who she sees and who she doesn’t. Lucy turned her attention to me. “What can I do for you?”

              My eyes slowly went over her. They trailed up her body. They looked over every inch of her before she spoke. “I wanted to tell you that went well.”

              She looked away for a second. “It could have gone better.” She looked toward the forest. Her eyes were scanning the woods for a truth that I couldn’t give her.

              Her eyes slowly landed back toward me when I finally spoke to her. “They will come to like you. I can assure you of that.” I could see in her eyes she disagreed with my assurance. “I can promise you.”

              Her eyes slowly looked away from me. “Because you’ll protect me?” There was both doubt and anger in her voice.

              I nodded. “If I must.”

              Her eyes returned to me with a snap. “And what if I don’t want you to?”

              “Excuse me?” There was a shock that was hard to hide in my voice.

              “What if I don’t want you to protect me?” she asked, her eyes slowly roaming my body. I could see her scanning every inch of me. I wanted to show her everything too.

              I gave her a smirk that said I hoped she enjoyed what she saw. “And why would you not want that?”

              Her eyes looked away from me. “I don’t know you; everyone seems afraid of you.” She began wringing her hands together.

              “Are you?” I barely said above a whisper.

              “Am I afraid of you?” she asked, her voice only cracking a little.

              I took a step closer to her. “That is what I asked,” I said, a slight growl in my voice.

              Her eyes slowly looked toward me, and they studied my eyes until they roamed over my body again. “I don’t think that I know enough to be scared.”

              I took another step toward her. “You seem smart.”

              “What is your point?” she asked me, her eyes falling toward the ground.

              “Look in my eyes,” I said, pushing her head up toward me. My hand singed with passion. All I wanted to do was kiss her. My body wanted her in every way that it could. I wanted her in every way that I could have her. She pulled her eyes up toward me. “You seem smart enough to know if you should be scared of me or not.”

              Her eyes fell down, and I pushed her chin slightly. And with that, she tried to take a step back. I kept my hand firmly on her chin, but eventually, I had to let go. “I have yet to decide if I am honest,” she said, now farther than an arm reach away from me.

              “You have yet to decide,” I said, taking a step toward. I wanted her. I wanted her in my arms, in my bed, and I wanted inside her.

              She took another step back. “I have yet to decide,” she repeated.

              I took another step toward her. “Let me help you decide.”

              “And how would you do that?” she asked, again taking another step away from me.

              “Do you really want to know?” I asked, flashing her a toothy grin.

              She gave me a half-smile and said, “I will admit, I’m intrigued.”

              She did not take a step back, but she waited to see what I would do. I smiled and said, “Dinner, Saturday.”

              She tilted her head. “That doesn’t sound like a question.”

              “It isn’t.”