**Andrea's POV** I have not had a lot of wild imagination as an adult because my life turned out to be a mess when everything seemed to be perfect. Everyone thinks my nonchalance attitude caused me terrible problems. I am that one person that usually doesn't get serious with things. I wasn't like this before but something happened, it caused me great pain and changed me. When I was much younger I met him. I was just 23, having gained admission into Oregon State University. The school is known for its acceptance of very smart and purposeful students. It wasn't just a privilege I got to be admitted into the school, I earned it! but what I cherished when I earned it soon left a sour taste in my jaws. He is rich and handsome. Surely a dream man of every lady. I was naive. I imagined us raising kids together and the girl will look so much like him and she will love him more than me and whenever she gets me upset. I will just tell her to go and me
**Andrea's POV** I was going to ignore his attention. He didn't seem to want to take his eyes off me, "Did you have a connection with Morgan Freeman?" The charming man asked. I kept mute. I didn't want to even say anything more when I had him mention his name. He meant everything evil to m now." I mean do you have a family tie with him?" He continued with his annoying questions. I looked at his sight once more and I remembered him. "Oliver?" I called out his name. "What happened? What are you doing here?" He asked raising his eyebrow. I felt he was surprised to see me. "I should be asking you what you are doing here either. I work here now." "You work here now? In a new city? At the bar? how did you get here? I have been asking my friend and business partner Morgan your way about but he told me you had gone back to school, he had to make his stepsister is a graduate. So how is school?"
**Third-person POV** Andrea strides towards Adrian, her feet so sure that even the most involved of dancers flee her path in the bar room. Her blond long hair flowed behind her, framing her pale skin. Blue eyes pierce him, but instead of holding him in place, her freezing eyes compel him to move forward. Though she is human, she moved with the grace of those more in touch with nature. Adrian moves forward to meet her, moving through his pack members as if they weren't there. He grasps her hand and told her his name. Andrea, returned the favor, pulling him close. They exchanged breath, grinding closer and closer together, lust and something like fate surging through them. Adrian had never felt like this for anyone before. He wanted to strip this woman bare, devour her and be devoured, own her and be owned. This woman could be everything, mate, lover, a friend and all he knew was her name. It was enough. Adrian maneuvered t
Adrian drove all the way home with both hands on his car steering and his face upright and forward that he didn't get a glimpse of the fallen tree or the disturbing feeling of the jagged path of the galloping highway. On a very good day, Adrian would swerve his steering to avoid the bumps because he loves to have a smooth ride when he is returning home from the bar but this time he lacks the enthusiasm to do such. The stricken aspect is how he didn't frown at the disturbing bumps because his mind was on the lady had almost marked. He knew he wasn't himself while they were together. His wolf told him he found his mate but she seems to not feel a connection with Andrea as he wanted. The streets were quiet and seem like it is dead. The sounds he can hear are the leaves rustling in the breeze and the pitter-patter sounds of raindrops falling on the ground. Together, they compose a brilliant song of nature. No din from the high-school students, no irritating noise
He gestured for Murray to join him on the couch. Murray sat down close enough to touch. "Since when do you act like that? Panting after some human?" Adrian grabbed his hand, clutched it tight enough to hurt. But he didn't say anything," Andrea is not some human! Watch your words!" Adrian had no right to speak to him, to speak about Andrea, like that. But he had a point. One Adrian could not acknowledge. He loosened his grip but kept hold of his hand. "Is that why you came here, Murray?" Murray looked at him, leaning in slightly. Adrain stared into his bright green eyes and couldn't help but wish it had been Murray that had brought up those feelings in him. They had tried to make ago of it years before, and it had been fun, but there was none of that wildness that he had felt from the moment he laid eyes on Andrea. Andrea what? He didn't even know her last name and already he wanted to make room for her in his life. That was crazy.
Andrea got up with a headache the next morning, but her excitement for meeting a man who made her emotions run wide at her new job quickly overpowered it. While she got ready she assessed her bruised neck from the night before. And that's all it seemed to be, a very nasty bruise that covered several inches of the nape of her neck. So whatever had happened last night, it hadn't been as weird as she thought. She kept telling herself that as she covered the mark with concealer and foundation, hoping that it blended well enough with her skin then she would raise no eyebrows because no one will ever know such a thing happened to her.Just to be safe, and free from the busy body at her workplace she wore a high-necked collared shirt and buttoned it to the top. On final assessment, she looked unquestionably professional and not at all like she'd let an unbelievably gorgeous man chomp on her neck in an alley behind a bar. She thought though if he turned out to be
But with the way things were going she will have to spend the next few days or weeks trying to reach the man who made her heart skip and left her with bruises on her neck. She loved every minute they had but she didn't want to have another one not because she didn't like to but she feared falling in love with a man she didn't know much about for the second time. The first man, Morgan Freeman, had left her broken and Andrea thought it would be wise she was careful with her heart. She lay her hand on her chin all this while for more than 3 minutes. "What are you thinking about?" Joyce asked. "No, I am fine and not thinking about anything." "Andrea, come on. You are not fine. I would like to help if you want me to, just that the boss had given the new regulations concerning submitting your work permit license if not I would have done otherwise with your case. I hope you understand." Joyce checked her watch. "It's about time for lunch, how about we go eat at
The forest once more came to her vision and that howling wolf, the trees, the dirt. Everything was new, everything was so familiar. And that sizzle of awareness rushed through her. Adrian, he was here. She scent every speck of his wolf. It left that sweet scintillating flavor in her. But the forest stood empty around her. She walked on, leaves crunching under her feet. And there he stood, shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips he looked over the rest of the forestfrom where the hill dropped down below him. She froze in her tracks, uncertain now, and knowing that the next steps she took could change everything. Her quads were not letting her any know if it would be a good idea she ran from him when their sight meet. Doubt dominated her. But this was just a dream, wasn't it? What could a dream change?He turned around and his eyes glowed that near yellow color before settling back to brown. "What are you doing here?" Awe intert