Questions

“Sweetheart, I need you to calm down. I have asked around. He isn’t locked up anywhere.”

“Did you think that maybe a vampire drank him dry and then dumped his body in the swamp?”

“Vampires can’t drink werewolves’ blood, especially an alpha’s. It automatically repulses them and is why vampires prefer to hunt humans or drink from blood bags.”

“They could have still killed him, right? I mean, you guys can die even if you are immortal, right?”

“That is possible. I also think that if they knew that you had werewolf blood in you that they wouldn’t have tried to drink your blood. They got confused because werewolves are forbidden to mate with anyone who isn’t a werewolf.”

I frown. “That is ridiculous. If you love someone, it should’t matter. Also, isn’t there some kind of goddess you all worship that supposedly sets all of this up?”

“This isn’t a movie, sweetheart. Long ago, they did believe in gods and had rituals, but all of that hasn’t been practiced in centuries. We have rules, and no cross-breeding is one of them. Also, no humans are allowed into town because it is hard for the vampires to keep from feeding on them. Your father broke the rules. I learned that the day his affair was discovered, he was banished from Darkness Falls.”

Frank watches me closely. I have made up my mind. This judgmental town can go fuck itself. I shouldn’t be hated because I exist! What if he came back here to find something he needed to help my mom and me and some fucker killed him? So what if he broke a stupid law? Love is love, and everyone deserves a chance at it. I go over the the suitcase near him. I grab the handle and start to walk to to door. “Thanks for everything. I am leaving this fucked up town. It can rot in hell!” 

I am out of the door and pulling my suitcase behind me when Frank’s strong arm blocks my path. “Where do you think you are going?” He looms over me, his voice calm but wary.

I look up at him, definitely as an intense heat begins to build in my stomach. “Staying here is a waste of time. I am not going to remain where I am hated because I am different.”

“You are on my ranch on the outskirts. No one will bother you. Also, if you think that I will let you go, you’re wrong, sugar,” he says calmly. How can someone be so magnetic yet infuriating? I have never felt so drawn to someone before, especially someone I was mad at. 

The fire in me builds. I am not a damsel in distress, and I intend to show him. But the way he looks at me gives me pause. I don’t know if I want to slap or kiss him. What I am feeling is madness, and I need to stop it. “Back off!!!” I yell. I push him out of my way with a strength that neither of us expected. I no longer give a fuck about my clothes. I just want to get away from him. 

“Not a chance, sugar,” he says as he pins me against the wall. 

“Let me go. I won’t warn you again,” I threaten.

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, what a brave and feisty m…little wolf you are.” His voice is low, almost a whisper. Suddenly, a bright white light flashes before my eyes. All I can see is him…his eyes… his face. Is this some kind of spell? My nostrils feel the scent of the forest and musk…his scent. Am I going fucking crazy? His gaze drops to my lips. He is so close. I can feel the heat from his body increase along with his heart rate. A new wave of heat engulfs me, and I realize something. The anger that I thought I felt towards him wasn’t anger at all; it was desire. Without thinking, I lean in, but so does he. Our lips meet in a fierce, passionate kiss. One filled with lust and longing that leaves us breathless. His hands traverse my curves, leaving fire in their wake, our chests heave, and suddenly, the rest of the world ceases to exist. There is only his touch, his breath, his kiss, and the beating of his heart. 

“Ahh,” I cry as I realize that he is carrying me to the bedroom. I feel a soft mattress on my back. I tug off his shirt and want mine off too.  

“Fuck, sugar, you are driving me crazy,” he murmurs. I run my hand over his bare chest, tracing his tattoos to his abs, where I trace his scar and his defined six pack. His skin is so hot that I just want to melt into him. I am lost in him when he whispers, “Are you sure that you want this because there will be no going back?”

I look into his eyes, glowing with desire and hunger. I can tell that he is holding himself back, and his restraint turns me on even more. I kiss him as I roll on top of him.  He grins as his hands roam over my hips, causing my back to arch. I don’t want to fight this because it feels so right. It feels as if we were two pieces of the same puzzle that had been separated for decades, and now we are one.  My legs grasp tightly as I straddle him. I grab the back of his neck to deepen our kiss. He runs his hands through my hair. My head falls back as a loud moan leaves my parted lips. 

Frank trails his lips to my neck. A whine escapes me. His lips feel like they are everywhere on my cheeks, lips, neck, collarbone, and chest. He is trying to avoid my healing wound, but part of me wishes he would kiss it. I moan loudly as he sucks my collerbone. I will have one hell of a hickey later, but it’s worth it. My body pulses with need. I want to feel him everywhere. I feel as if I am in some type of haze, but it just feels so good. His hand pulls down my boxers…well, his boxers, but they are mine for now. Suddenly, his phone beeps frantically.

“Fuck!” he yells. 

“Either ignore it or tell them you will call them back later,” I urge.

He smirks. “I like the way you think, sweetheart.” But then he looks at the screen, and his demeanor shifts. “Damn it!” He answers the call, and I can only hear snippets, but it is clear that something important has happened. After a few moments, he turns to me with regret in his eyes. “Sugar, I don’t want to go, but I have to. Your foray into your dad’s old house has drawn some very unwanted attention. Stay here. I will be back in an hour.”

“As long as you tell me what all happened when you get back, I will stay.”

He grins. “I promise, sweetheart. You are being such a good little wolf for your alpha.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t push it.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and kisses my forehead. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.” I watch him leave, but find myself missing him. The warmth we had shared quickly fades. I sigh because that wasn’t what I expected. I think that I have lost my goddamn mind. 

I got up and walked to the mirror. I look at how undone I look. However, something catches my eye. There’s a glowing golden mark on my collarbone. It is the same spot where Frank gave me a hickey. I examine it. There’s no pain, only warmth and a bit of pleasure. What the hell is this?