"No. Fucking. Way. You. Bitch!" That was the first thing I heard waking up, right before I was tackled off my bed and landing on the hard, cold floor.
I yelped at the impact.
Squeals of delight echoed around my room as I yank the covers off of me. I scowl and growled, "What the fuck?!"
Alice, Robin, Stacy, Roxy, and Jasmine have their best innocent faces on but I could see right through them. Fuck, now I'm gonna die. I sure as hell am not gonna stay with these lunatics. But I guess I gotta stay, they are family, after all. Besides, they wouldn't allow me to leave. Sadly.
"You're marked!" Roxy screamed like an excited little girl.
"No shit, Sherlock," I snap. She giggled, slightly blushing.
"How did it happen?" Jasmine gasped, eyes widening as big as saucers with curiosity.
"Last night on our date I asked him to." Obviously, people! "I'm glad I did, because now everyone will know that I'm taken. Especially those other perverted male wolves."
"How did it feel?" I looked over at Stacy who was grinning knowingly; she was just teasing me. Rolling my eyes, I quickly hop up from the floor.
"Poor little thing," Robin snickers, "now you'll most likely be in Heat in a couple of days, and who knows how long it'll last."
Groaning I go take a shower, getting as far away from them as I possibly can. But truth be told, I was nervous about going into Heat, though. I'm pretty sure everybody knows what a female werewolf being in Heat means. If not then I'll do the honors of explaining it to you. Any unmated female goes through a process called the 'Heat' in order for her body to prepare itself for her mate. Even if the female decides to not wait for her one true love – sleeping with other males, to put it simply – then it still won't take the pain away except for a tiny bit. But when you do end up finding your mate, whether you're marked or not, in a couple of days or weeks, depending on be couple, the female goes in Heat to speed up the mating process between the couple.
Now, if I don't mate with Vincent when I go in Heat, then both of us will be suffering. The truth is, I wasn't afraid to give myself to Vincent. I was afraid because I wasn't experienced and he was. With his godlike looks he probably had a different girl every night. That thought made rage boil my skin.
I was so locked in my own thoughts, I didn't realize that Bruce was inside of my head until he made himself known by yelling, 'Congrats!' and nearly made me jump out of my skin when I heard him.
'Bruce, don't do that, dumb ass!'
He chuckles. 'Come outside, it feels like I haven't had a decent talk with you in a long time.'
'I know, I miss you. We hardly do anything now and I hate it.'
'Me too. But I get it, you have a mate,' Bruce said as if that explained everything.
Pushing my hair back from my face, I shake my head. 'Just because I have a mate doesn't mean that I can just ignore you. I feel like such a bad person.'
'Ellie, stop blaming yourself. None of this is your fault, so that's enough. I don't like it when you do that and you know it.'
I sigh, rolling my eyes as I cave in, defeated. 'Fine, I'm sorry.'
'Good. Now, I want something to tell you.'
I wait and wait until finally I ask, 'Well . . . ?'
'Just hurry up in the shower. I'll be downstairs,' Bruce grumbles.
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Blinding Darkness
WerewolfAfter Elizabeth Ronnie Swan watches her mother sacrifice herself for the safety of her five year old daughter, Ellie suddenly finds herself being cared for by her kinds number one enemy--vampires. In five years the odd supernatural creatures are a l...