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