"I... I mean... They both can't simply stay in this small room." Chris said. "Exactly, think of what could happen in this small room," I said and blushed in embarrassment. "We've been in a bigger house but we only just kissed today." I heard his low voice right behind my ears with the warmth from his breath tingling my ears. I blushed deeply and glared at him feeling my whole face turn red. "Oh, your face is red." He pointed out. I held the urge to stub him in his toe with my boots and then smirk in victory. And so I did. "Ouch! What in heaven's name did I ever do to you?" He groaned grabbing the door. His face had turned red in minutes I feared I had stubbed him too hard. "Oh, My God! It was a mistake. Are you okay? Damn, that must hurt." I said with worry all over my face. "It's okay... it doesn't hurt that much." He said through gritted teeth. Veins had popped out of his neck and head. "No... it's not okay. Off your shoes let me take a look at it." I said crouching down to
Isabelle "Hey. I heard my phone chime." I heard from beside me. I clenched my fist and gave it to him with a forced smile. "I'll be with Matilda if you perhaps need me," I said and gave him his phone which he collected looking at my face. I strode past him before stopping when I saw my under t-shirt had clung to the hinge. I almost yelled in frustration. This damned door! Wasn't 2 months enough to repair itself and stop doing this shit to people's clothes?! I held the urge to scream out and carefully pulled my cloth out of the door but the fucking door wouldn't give it up. "For the love of... let it go!" I yelled out suddenly glaring at the door. "Let me help you." I heard that annoying voice. "Fine! Sure! She's helpless and pathetic! Why not fucking help the poor girl?!" I yelled at him instead. "Are you...no... Are we okay?" He asked cautiously. "Yeah! We are fucking okay! Sorry, do I look fucking mental?!" "No, you don't and we are not." "Yes, we are!" "No. we. are. n
Matilda walked to the door in search of her sister and her boyfriend since they hadn't come inside ever since Isabelle instructed her to go inside only to see a figure standing there scaring her. "Oh, My God!" She yelled jumping as she clutched her chest upon realizing it was Alex. "What are you... what are you doing there?" She asked after a few deep breaths. "I didn't mean to scare you... I'm sorry... I really am." He replied panicking as he waved his hands and shook his head. "Why are you all fidgety? It's fine... I was just startled for a moment. Come in." She said turning around as she walked to the bed. "Woah! This place looks cool." Alex complimented on entering the room. "Thanks... Told you black was cool." "Blah blah blah... I'd still choose Blue over black in the blink of an eye." He replied instead snickering at her. Matilda shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. She looked at him for a while reminiscing the first time she saw him. FLASHBACK She had gone to t
Chris was the first to notice as he looked down at Isabelle who was biting her own lips enough for it to pain her and she would bleed and then cry at the pain. He let go of the man and crouched down by Isabelle gathering her shoulder as she sobbed with her shoulder shaking. "Are you okay? Did he...?" He paused when he realized she was moving her mouth. "Help... He's... harassing..." She sobbed as she looked around at the small crowd looking down at them. "What's going on, dear?" She heard an elderly woman question. Exactly what she needed. She sobbed uncontrollably that the people felt pity for her. She seemed traumatized to them. "Calm down dear. Tell us what he did slowly." The elderly woman repeated touching her shoulder replacing Chris's hand. "Help me... That man is... He's harassing me... I told him to stop but he won't... Please help." She sobbed as she dipped her head looking at her knees. "Bastard! How could you do that?!" The crowd asked raising their voice at the ma
Chris frowned and knew he had to get there but he was still a bit far from her. He needed to do something from there. "Hey move! Sit down!" He yelled frantically as he waved my hands at her motioning for her to sit down. Isabelle leaned forward with confusion written visibly on her face while squinting her eyes and suddenly her eyes widened and she sat down right when the man grazed her arm with the knife. "Psychopath," Chris muttered and threw him a punch making him fall on his butt. "Ouch!" He groaned. "Are you okay?" Chris asked grabbing Isabelle's arm. He twisted her arm to examine her injured arm and didn't notice the man standing up with a murderous look in his eyes. "Chris! Look out!" She yelled suddenly covering her mouth with her hand and her eyes wide open. Chris swerved and grabbed the man's hand before he could strike with his knife. The man struggled to pull his hands out of Chris's bone-crushing grip. 'How dare him to touch our mate?! With his filthy hands?! I'l
ISABELLE I closed my eyes and sniffed in his heavenly scent that I had grown to love so much... I'm addicted. I knew we had to get up now and leave for the pack but I didn't want to leave his embrace... and of course his scent. My mind drifted back to last night as my fingers drew meaningless figures on his chest that was right in front of my face. I... I had no idea what happened last night... Well, yes I do have the memory but it makes no sense to me. Since when has her face turned into people's own and vice versa? It's all frustrating and annoying. I felt a kiss on my forehead making me look up at a smiling Chris. He looked so charming in the morning... Yes yes yes... I love him blah blah blah... Can we move on now? I really can't believe that I, Isabelle am actually fawning over a man who is my mate and my love. I feel giddy thinking of that. But you haven't told him. My mind replied. "Good morning," I said greeting Chris as I grinned totally ignoring my mind. "Morning sun
"I mean... I knew it was still you. It's just Chris. The Chris I knew would never hurt me." I replied shrugging. I looked at his face and then saw him purse his lips as he tightened his jaw even more. "I might not want to hurt you but I can't say about an angry bloodlust Xerxes." He replied after a while. "He didn't hurt me did he?" I asked. "He didn't yesterday. Does not mean he will not next time." "What do you mean by that?" I asked. He turned his head to look at my face which was glowing red. No, I was not blushing. I was angry. Angry at him for doubting my love for him. Angry at him for thinking he's a beast that just kills anyone he sets his eyes on. "I thought I was supposed to be your mate," I said trying to make my voice firm but it wasn't anymore. It was like I couldn't recognize my own voice again. "You are... You always will be. I'm just... I'm afraid Belle." He said. "Afraid of what exactly?" I asked my tone still not coming down and I'm surprised his tone has
"Sleep with me." He said suddenly making my words die on my lips. I widened my eyes in return as he continued to stare at me. Did he just ask me to have sex with him? With such vague words? "What?" was the first thing that flew out of my mouth. "What?" He repeated out of impulse. "What? No no... I meant... I meant to say that we should sleep in the same bedroom together... not that we should have sex. I mean I do... I do want to have sex with you. But... oh Goddess!" He paused and I was already glowing red. "Goodness!" I exclaimed and jumped to my feet. I pressed the side of my head and ran up the stairs and into my room. What was that? My mind drifted to what Elena and Isabelle said about the mark. Yes, I asked them. FLASHBACK The sleepover was at Elena's house making me wonder where Antonio went since he was nowhere to be found. "Hey, El?" I called. "Yeah?" She popped her face into the kitchen where I was cutting cabbages. "Where's Antonio? I haven't seen him since I