Wrapped in his sheets

DATE NIGHT (PART ONE)

I stood in front of my full length mirror. The mark stood proudly on my neck, letting everyone know to whom I belonged.

I had never liked the idea of belonging to someone, but with him every thing seemed alright, because he would never treat me like a property.

It's been a week since we marked each other. After he had marked me, it was pure euphoria. Yet we didn't take matters further, as he said and I quote,

'I don't want our first time on some dirty forest ground.'

I would be lying if I said that wasn't arousing.

And here I was, a week later, looking at the red crown shaped mark. It looked just like a birthmark to any human, but the supernaturals knew what it meant.

While mine was a red crown, his was a red crescent moon shaped mark. The mark depended on the giver's rank.

The royal's were crowns, alphas had moon, betas, gammas and head warriors had claw shaped marks, three lines, while the other wolves had a medium sized circle.

Rougues on the other hand had black dots.

Letting these thoughts pester away, I looked back at the shirt I had in my hand, the reason why I was standing in front of mirror.

Our first date.

He had gone back to his mansion, with the promise to come back again. We had decided to go slow. Starting with a date.

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After fifteen more minutes, I felt like tearing my head. I had never put effort in getting ready, so I had no good clothes, or maybe I had good clothes, just not the eye to recognise them. Hence I decided to call Steve.

Steve is much more cheerful nowadays. He found his mate on the same day as mine, in the club. More like twins.

Sophie and Carla.

They are even Sebastian's cousins. A small world.

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Calling Steve was the right call. Ten minutes later, I had everything sorted. From what clothes to wear, to what shoes to wear, even the perfume.

Taking a long shower, I started getting ready. It was seven right now, and Sebastian would be here around eight thirty. I had more than enough time to get ready.

I had no idea where we were going, so I opted for a forest green shirt with blank pants and black shoes. If the place was too casual, I took a blue washed jeans with me.

'Paranoid much'

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As soon as Sebastian had entered my territory, I smelled his intoxicating scent. We both could hear each other's thoughts, but for a certain distance. Although we both agreed not to do that.

I was standing in front of my cabin. Most of the wolves in my pack lived in their own cabins, but few lives in the pack house. His car stopped right in front of my driveway.

He came out of th driver's seat.

'Shut you damn mouth.'

He looked drool worthy. His black shirt hugged his body, his muscles bulging out of them, his black pants looked similar to mine. His brown hair was styled in his natural curls, with the sides recently trimmed, while mine was slicked back.

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We have been driving for almost thirty minutes now. Every now and then, we would steal glances, mostly me, he would shamelessly keep looking at me.

"There is no need to steal glances, I'm all yours to look at" Stupid him and stupid me. My cheeks were hot. It was a good thing that it was dark.

I'm a fierce alpha, I donot blush. After debating with myself, I turned to look at him,

A fierce yet whipped alpha.