Micah
The absolute sorrow on her face feels like being stabbed in the chest. Almost as bad as when she rejected me. When I caught her scent this morning I was over the moon. I have always had a soft spot for the girl, maybe that’s why I treated her so terribly. I didn’t want anyone to know that the nerdy girl was special to me. The way my parents treated her just made it worse. They were obsessed with her, barely talked about anything else. I mean, I was impressed with her too. She’s not just smart, she can see things other people can’t. Like she can play a whole game of chess in her head, know every possible outcome from every possible move. It’s incredible. My parents knew that, and I always felt like a disappointment in comparison. Then she grew up to be incredibly beautiful. Her long, silky brown hair, thick hips, trim waist, ample breasts, up to her cute button nose and just slightly large ears that give a hint of innocence to all those sinful curves. If I hadn’t been such an asshole, I’d probably be wrapped around those curves right now, worshipping her the way she deserved. Just another layer of punishment for my terrible behavior. If I could go back and apologize to her, I would. If I could back and treat her right, I would. She’s right, I’m going to look like a fucking douche in front of the pack. They are going to think I’m an idiot. Which, I mean, I am. She was right about everything she said about me in my dad’s office. No one had ever told it to me straight like that before. Sure it pissed me off, but it was refreshing. I need that in my life. Someone to push me, to make me a better person so I can be a better Alpha. Shit, maybe she should run the pack. I have no doubts she’d do a better job than me. It kills me that she can’t feel our bond, but I don’t blame her. She’d be putty in my hands, just like I am in hers. That’s not what she wants and not what she deserves. If she decides to give me a second chance, it should be based on her true feelings. And if that moment comes, I’ll never take it for granted. That brief second in the forest when she said she would give me a chance felt like the clouds opening up and sunlight streaming on me after days in the rain. I had never been so happy. Then she ripped her hand away from me and rejected me. I couldn’t believe it. I never thought the girl had something so vindictive in her. She was fucking savage. And it was actually really hot, after the agonizing pain dissipated. I still feel it a little bit, like a constant ache, but I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever punishment she wants, as long as we get to be together at the end of it. God, if the guys could hear me now, they’d think I’m fucking whipped. But none of them have experienced a mate bond before. That shit is way stronger than I anticipated. I can’t believe she was able to fight it so hard, I would have marked and mated her on the forest floor if she let me. Now I feel like a prick for saying that thing about having my mate marked and mated within an hour of meeting her. That didn’t work out so well. After she left, I could feel her torrent of emotions, but she seemed a little calmer, more in control of things than she was in that god forsaken meeting. When I told my dad, I didn’t expect him to call everyone in to have a freaking pow wow about our love life. I just wanted his advice. I’ve never seen my parents so embarrassed of me. Ashamed even. If I could have made the ground open up and swallow me whole, I would have. Her parents looked livid. I’ll have to let her dad take a few shots at me. It's only fair. But then it felt like wave after wave of pain was coursing through me and when I reached out to our bond, I seriously thought she was dying. I panicked and ran to her house, only to hear her sobbing in the shower. My wolf was whimpering in my mind, upset that we had done this to our mate. He was depressed already since she rejected us, he couldn’t reach out to her wolf. We didn’t even know how she felt about the whole thing, maybe she was on our side and could be an ally. But none of that mattered when she opened the door and I saw her face. She was angry, that much I could tell, but her eyes were bloodshot from how hard she was crying. I had never seen anything like it. She was always so strong, never once cried at my taunts. At least not in front of me. I just wanted to wrap her in my arms and make the pain go away. I didn’t even care about the fact that she was only wearing a towel, that was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to make her feel better, but she pulled away from me again. “Really, Micah. I’m fine. You can leave.” She says again and even in her sad voice, my name sounds like music coming from her. I shake the thoughts away, my eyes trailing her comfy clothes and braided hair. What I wouldn’t give to have her smell like me. “Can I just stay for a few minutes? You can lay down and I’ll sit on the floor and you can ignore me.” I plead, sounding like a lost puppy, but not even caring. She sighs heavily and grabs a book before slipping under her covers. I sit on the floor next to her bed and rest my head against it. She reaches out to run her fingers through my hair absent mindedly and I feel like a dog getting pats for being the goodest boy, but I ignore that and focus instead on the soothing sparks running through me. She may not feel the bond, but she knows how to use it. She knows the best way to get me to leave is to calm me down and her touch will do exactly that. Seriously, girl is fucking savage. “Are you just doing that so I’ll leave?” I ask and she giggles, basically confirming my suspicion. “Partly, but I also don’t want you to be upset. You get reckless when your emotions are high.” My chest rumbles as my pathetic wolf purrs into her touch. I relax further and hear her melodic giggle again. I peel my eyes open to look up at her, her eyes never leaving her book. “What are you laughing at?” I ask, unable to hide my grin. “Micah Grey is sitting on my floor, letting me pet him. Never thought I’d see the day.” She says wistfully and all I can do is shrug. “I’ll sit here every day, Sweetness. Every day until you ask me not to.” I say honestly. Her hand stops and she looks up from her book. Our eyes lock and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness. All I can do is stare at her. Eventually she breaks the stare and sighs before shutting her book and settling down into bed. “Do you want me to leave?” I whisper to her. “You can stay if it will make you feel better.” She says quietly and my face lights up. I kick off my shoes and stand to slip into bed with her. She huffs in indignation and pushes me away. “Absolutely not! You can either sleep on my floor or the living room couch.” She says firmly and I pout at her. “But the floor isn’t comfortable.” I whine and she scoffs in response. “Then go home and sleep in your own bed.” She says and I sigh, knowing I will never change this stubborn woman’s mind. “Fine. The floor is fine.” I say and she nods. I lay down, only for a pillow and blanket to land on top of me. I smile to myself and wrap it around me, the scent of my mate more than enough to push me into sleep. I sit up a little to peck her cheek and she huffs out an annoyed sound, but I just smile. “Goodnight, Hannah.” I whisper and she rolls over to face away from me. “Goodnight.”Micah Walking away from Hannah was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a long time. Even for a few hours, it felt like a form of torture. My wolf was constantly craving her. Her smell, her smile even her snarky attitude is endearing in a way. But I know she’s right. She needs some time to adjust to things. Logically, I know if I push her too hard, she’ll only push back harder. But damn it’s hard. She’s so independent, I’ve never seen a wolf that enjoys being alone so much. And I hate how that is mostly my fault. If I hadn’t been such a jerk, ostracizing her from the pack, maybe she’d be more social, have more friends. Well, friends that aren’t like Jasmine. That girl is a fucking cancer. Maybe I should pay her a little visit to, as Hannah said, remind her who’s boss. I bound up the stairs to the packhouse towards her room. Most unmated wolves move into the packhouse after they graduated high school. I never really thought about why Hannah didn’t, but after the way I saw the ot
Hannah I grab her fist as she brings it down towards my face and bend her arm back at an awkward angle, making her let out an uncomfortable squawk. She tries to twist out of my grasp, but I sweep her feet out from underneath her and wrap my arm around her neck as she falls. I pull it tight, cutting off her airway as her claws extend, slicing through my arm. Luckily, the adrenaline keeps me from feeling the pain. Just as her flailing slows and I sense she’s about to lose consciousness, I feel strong arms wrap around my waist. “Let her go, sweetness.” Micah murmurs in my ear. I instantly release my hold and Jasmine falls to the ground sputtering, coughing and gasping for air. She looks up at me horrified with bloodshot eyes as her hands cling to her throat where bruises are forming. “How the fuck did you do that?” She asks, her voice raspy. I snarl at her and Micah’s hold on me tightens. I pat his hands to let him know I’m ok, so he releases me reluctantly. I lean down to get into he
Hannah After training, well my training and Micah staring at me like a creep the whole time, I try to sneak out of the packhouse by myself while Micah was talking to his dad. It didn’t work. “Micah. You have to stop following me everywhere. It’s weird. We went years with hardly being in the same room as each other. This is a big adjustment for me.” I tell him and he gives me sad eyes. Ugh. “I just wanted to ask you something.” He says, pouting out his lower lip and shuffling his feet. I sigh a little but turn to face him. “What would you like to ask?” “Will you spend the whole day with me?” He asks with bright eyes and a wide smile. I groan and turn away from him, but he hurries to catch up. “Come on, Hannah!” He says and I growl at him. “Don’t you have future Alpha things to do?” I ask annoyed, but he just shakes his head. “Nope. Dad said getting you to love me is the most important thing I could do for the pack right now.” I grunt in response and can’t help but laugh. “Lo
Hannah “I will make an example out of you to show exactly what happens when a pack member talks shit about my mate. Now get your sorry ass to the kitchens. Unless you’d prefer the cells. Your choice.” He says, his eyes flashing black, shining in the light of the sun. I hear a collective gasp with hushed whispers as what he has said registers with everyone. The color from Jasmine’s face drains and she stammers. “No. It can’t be. But… but I thought I’d be your mate.” She murmurs. Her birthday is only a few weeks away, and she is a very strong wolf. I wouldn’t have been surprised myself if they were mates. The thought makes a pang of hurt go through me. Micah must feel it through the bond, because his eyes shift back to green, and he looks over at me. He turns back to Jasmine and lets out a cruel laugh. “You? My mate? I’ll thank the Moon Goddess every day she didn’t pair me with someone like you.” He says harshly, a tone I’ve become familiar with over the years. Jasmine obviously was
Hannah I wake up at some point in the middle of the night. I can tell it’s not morning since it’s still very dark. I’m incredibly warm, like sweating warm, and go to roll over so I can reach the pull string for my ceiling fan, when I realize I’m being held in place by giant arms. I look over and see Micah, sleeping soundly and clinging to me like a koala. I take stock of the situation, debate my choices. I sit for a minute and let him hold me. I decided that the mate bond is definitely not severed, but I don’t feel anything near what I did before I rejected him. It still feels good to have him hold me for a minute, but I would never admit that to him. When I get tired and decide I want to go to sleep, I let out a high-pitched scream and kick him in the stomach. He lurches off the bed and I hear a thump as he lands on the ground. “What the fuck, Hannah?” He yells as my parents come running into my room, obviously alarmed. “I told you to sleep on the floor. Imagine my surprise when I
Micah The absolute sorrow on her face feels like being stabbed in the chest. Almost as bad as when she rejected me. When I caught her scent this morning I was over the moon. I have always had a soft spot for the girl, maybe that’s why I treated her so terribly. I didn’t want anyone to know that the nerdy girl was special to me. The way my parents treated her just made it worse. They were obsessed with her, barely talked about anything else. I mean, I was impressed with her too. She’s not just smart, she can see things other people can’t. Like she can play a whole game of chess in her head, know every possible outcome from every possible move. It’s incredible. My parents knew that, and I always felt like a disappointment in comparison. Then she grew up to be incredibly beautiful. Her long, silky brown hair, thick hips, trim waist, ample breasts, up to her cute button nose and just slightly large ears that give a hint of innocence to all those sinful curves. If I hadn’t been such an a