The Blood Wolf’s Mate

Chapter Nine

---FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE---

MADISON'S POV

I looked in the mirror, curling my hair into soft, loose curls. I examined my outfit. A red skater dress, red thigh high socks, black wedges, and a black leather jacket. My styles has significantly changed since my high school days. At first, it was all sweaters, jeans, and boots, flats, or tennis shoes. Now it's dresses, skirts, crop tops, skinny jeans, heels, and wedges. I was a little shy in high school because I was picked on so much, but now I'm as confident as ever. Not too confident that I'll go around wearing tops with my boobs all out or shorts and skirts with my butt hanging out. No, I have more class. I messed up my hair a bit by shaking out the curls when I caught a glimpse of Liam in the mirror looking at me.

"How do I look?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Uh. You look... different." He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Different, good or bad?"

"I don't know.. I mean, you don't look bad. You look great. But wouldn't you rather wear pants? It's 61 degrees outside."

"I'll be fine." I said, turning around and looking in the mirror.

"Please put on pants." He said, walking up to me.

I turned around and put my arms around his neck, bringing him down to my eye level. "No." I whispered before kissing his lips and walking away. "Drive me to school now!" I yelled, walking downstairs.

I stood at the door waiting for him to come downstairs. He walked slowly and stopped at the top of the staircase. He smiled at me and walked down the stairs extra slowly. I groaned and rolled my eyes. He reached the bottom and stood in front of me. I grabbed his hand, opened the door, and practically dragged him to the car. He didn't move much, which made me upset.

"Will you stop and come on?! I'm gonna be late." I said, tugging on his hand.

He bent down to look me in the eyes. "No." He mumbled and pecked my lips.

"Asshole." I mumbled, stomping to the car.

He chuckled behind me and closed the front door. I got into the car and shut the door. He walked to the car, taking his time. Why must he be so childish? He opened the door and got in, smiling at me. He shut the door and sped out of the driveway, making his way out of the woods to the main street.

Over a month, Liam and I had gotten really close. I felt comfortable with him. He was really sweet. He knew my boundaries as far as the s*x thing goes and he accepted it.

"Are you nervous?" Liam asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Not really," I answered. Am I nervous?

"Hm." He nodded.

5 minutes later, we arrived at Blacksmith University. In case you haven't noticed Liam's dad is the mayor of this crazy town. Though the population was mostly werewolves, there weren't many in college.

I tried to open the door, but he locked it. I turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and tapped his lips. I leaned over and kissed him. He grabbed the back of my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled away, and he kissed my neck, easily finding my sweet spot.

"Liam," I said, trying not to moan, but failed terribly.

"Hm." He mumbled, sucking on my neck and pulling me onto his lap.

"Stop." I said, hitting him after I realized what he was doing. I climbed back into my seat and looked at my neck in the mirror to see a light purplish red hickey. I hit him and he laughed.

"What? You don't like it?" He asked in amusement. I glared at him, and he leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry. It's only temporary, until the real thing happens." He unlocked the door and smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. I really hope he doesn't do that every morning, I thought. I walked off as he sped away. Students were scattered around in clusters. A statue of a wolf stood tall by the main building.

"Uh. Madison Foster?" A deep voice said behind me.

I spun around to see a tall, very good-looking guy looking down at me. He had bluish green eyes and light brown hair. "Yeah." I said, shaking my thoughts away.

"I'm Joshua McKinney." He said, holding out his hand for me to shake, which I did. "But my friends call me Josh. I'm with the welcoming committee."

"Welcoming committee?" I said, raising eyebrow.

"Yeah. It's something all football players and cheerleaders do."

"Oh."

"So shall we begin the tour?"

"Yes."

He gestured for me to walk first, and I felt his hand on my lower back. Something felt oddly comfortable about this guy, but I don't know what...