GRAVE DESIRES: FATED MATES

“Move, mouse!”His booming voice echoed through the halls and, of course, everyone shuddered around him, knowing damn well that he was talking to one person and one person only:Roxie Reynolds...the timid little mouse who’d shown up at the school three years earlier. She was a nobody, a nuance, a little weed pushing up through a crack in the sidewalk, and Walker Wells had his eye on her since she arrived.But not because he was interested.Because he was a cad and a wretch and everyone knew it.“I’m sorry,” she apologized, as if it was her fault that she needed her books from her locker, “I’m,-”“Zip it, rodent,” Walker jostled his lock as Roxie waited patiently for her turn, “Put that mouth of yours to good use some day, mouse—if you ever find your mate, I MIGHT leave you alone."“Well, you haven’t found yours,” Roxie mumbled, immediately regretting it. Walker pulled her into him by her shirt collar as a hush fell over the hallway.“Did I ask you anything, mouse?”“N-no...” Roxie sho

Roxie sat a few rows in front of Walker in their biology class. It was the last class of the day for both of them and Walker typically skipped it.Not that day, though.That day he sat down right next to Roxie, pushing the other student out of his seat and waving him on to the back of the room.“You're a bully and a cad,” Roxie said when Walker tried to move closer to her, “Get away from me.”“Or what?” Walker leaned over, grabbing Roxie's chair and pulling her closer to him, “What are you going to do, little mouse?”“Do you torment the girls you like, Walker?”“You sure do have a mouth on you,” Walker said, stroking his chin, “I bet I can put it to good use.”“Stop,” Roxie held her hand up, “You can't pull that virgin card with me.”Walker smiled, “Oh, I know you're not a virgin, Reynolds. The whole school does.”Walker pulled out his phone, showing Roxie a video of her and her exboyfriend, Jesse, underneath the bleachers after a football game. They certainly weren't just talking.“T

“Where are we going?” Roxie asked as Walker drove in silence to the edge of their little town of Myrtle.“Just a drive, mouse,” he answered, “Nothing you need to worry about.”“Oh, I need to worry,” Roxie mocked, “I'm with you.”“Well, that's true,” he teased, “I don't like your den, you don't like mine..”“You hate me, Walker.”“That is also true.”“Why?”“You're beneath me.”Like she needed to feel more depressed. Sensing her demeanor change, Walker opened his mouth to say something funny, but decided against it. Let the help squirm.“Your mother does a really job at cleaning the house,” Walker said, “But she sure as hell likes to leave when it's time to go.”“Do you blame her?”“What? Does she say we treat her poorly?”“You do.”“I don't.”“OK, then your father and mother do.”“That's probably true.”“Mingling with the help tonight, Walker?”“I like to piss my dad off once in a while.”“Is that where you got the bruise?”“I said don't fucking ask me questions, mouse.”“Then don't k

Walker made his way to his room before his father came back home from his den meeting. He showered and threw on some sweats, tossing himself on to the bed and scrolling his phone.He looked up Roxie on her social media, but she wasn’t too active and she still had pictures up of Jesse and Felicity.Why did he feel drawn to her—the timid little mouse with the fiery temper and hot mouth?He loved the way she felt, the power he had over her when he held her up against the wall—how Roxie fell pliant into his hold, not resisting him until he advanced.“Fuck..” Walker looked down at the tent his cock had made in his sweats. There was no way he was growing hard for the runt.Tugging his cock out of his pants, he began to stroke and stroke—dropping his phone onto the spot next to him. All he thought about was her scent, her smile...the way she liked it when he was roaming her body with his hands—the way her nipples jutted out like pert little diamonds when he’d pulled her closer to his chest a

“Come on, little mouse..you know better than to go out of town...” Walker slowed his pace when he caught her scent again, “I see...you want a cat and mouse chase, huh?”He narrowed his eyes and then looked up into the tree looming above him.“The fuck are you doing up there?”“Hiding from you.”Walker smirked, “Then you wouldn’t have shared your scent with me.”He was quick to climb the tree and sit on the sturdy branch next to her.“You won’t go over there. I know you won’t.”“I never go over there,” Roxie admitted, staring into the forest and passed miles of trees and into the village of Echo, “I can’t.”Walker followed her gaze, “They’re pussies who shouldn’t have hurt your dad.”“Then why did no one fight for him?”“We did,” Walker confessed, much to her surprise, “But we also couldn’t have an all out war with the wolves, could we? Not over your dad.”“You are so cruel.”“I’m a realist.”“He was my dad.”Walker nodded, “We did what we could. He wasn’t important enough to get into