Chapter 2

Olivia.

When a big pack of huge wolves came with me, I was eating the ugly fish that a bird tried to take away from me, but didn’t succeed because my growl scared it, and it flew away, taking its friends with it.

I asked them if they wanted fish. I told them that mom had taught me to share before she died, and they sat around me and started howling for the big wolf, and now I’m in his arms trying to bite him to get him to let me go, but he doesn’t.

The boy growls from time to time, and it sounds like needed to go to the bathroom. Could it be that he can no longer stand it and passes gas through his mouth?

We got closer to the houses and he used my hair to cover his mouth.

“You smell great.” He stopped and smiled at me. He looked around again. A shorter boy passed by, and when he saw us, he opened his mouth so much, but he didn’t say anything. While the man who is carrying me growled once more.

“Let me go back.” I asked him, but he ignored me and kept sniffing my hair.

“You smell great,” he repeated and took a step away from the entrance, making us fall.

Wyatt.

I heard that she spoke to me, but I ignored her. I kept sniffing her hair and muttering about how delicious it smelled. Chocolates and nuts, my two favorite things, coming together to be the essence of my mate, I couldn’t ask for anything richer. There are wolves that assure their mates that they smell like strawberries, but not my little wolf. She is unique.

I kept walking, tripped over something because I got distracted, and we both fell to the ground. I didn’t do anything to myself, but my wolf let out a loud howl of pain. I ran towards her, who had fallen several meters away from me, and saw that blood was coming out of her arm.

I took her in my arms again and ran into my house with her.

“She’s going to die!” Wren began to cry. “Mark her! We can’t lose her! Mark her!” he shouted like crazy.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized to her, feeling like the worst in the world as I started to heal her wound. She cried and writhed in pain while I ached for having hurt her. And with a needle and thread, I sewed up the wound I opened on her little arm.

“Please, little wolf, stay still,” I asked her when she pushed me away. By this time, my heart was beating fast and my hands were shaking for fear of having done more damage by sewing up the wound. Maybe I should have just put a band aid on and poured alcohol on it.

“Let me go!” she yelled at me when I wanted to help her. She changed shape to try to escape, but her front leg failed her, making her fall as she returned to being a very pretty human with long black hair, eyes of the same color, and small reddish lips.

“She’s going to die!” Wren was still crying.

I looked at my mate and her wound opened much more. Her crying increased and I carried her in my arms once more.

“If you keep trying to run away, you’ll keep hurting yourself,” I said, trying to calm myself too. Having her cry disgusted me. I wanted her to smile and show off, but she didn’t say anything to me while I kept curing what I did to her.

“Does it hurt?” I asked her. I wanted to hear her pretty voice to tell me it didn’t hurt and to hear her say she forgave me, but she didn’t speak and when I raised my head again, she was red.

I smiled, and Wren sighed in love.

“Mark her. If we don’t, that cute wolf won’t heal so fast.” I ignored his words to convince me to mark her and continued with my task of attending to my mate.

“Please, Wyatt! Look at her cuteness! She’s red as a cherry tomato!” I laughed inside and continued ignoring him. She jumped and sobbed when the needle pricked her.

“Listen, no one can know that I accidentally hurt you. They’ll think I’m mean to you.” I tied a knot and cut the thread. I cleaned the blood and hugged her.

“You’re bad.” She cried again.

“Let me go and I won’t tell anyone. Deal?” She pouted, and even the baby pandas were overshadowed by so much cuteness.

“No, no deal.” I caressed her arm and inhaled her scent. “My favorite perfume is you.” I purred.

“Mark it! Look at her neck. Just think about it. She is ours. She must have our brand.” Wren was going crazy, but he was right, she is ours.

I caressed the skin of her neck with my fingers as she looked at me nervously. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she looked at me with fear, and the blush on her cheeks intensified.

“What’s wrong with you?” My voice sounded very hoarse. It seemed sharp, but it’s her fault. Her scent does something to me. It affects my way of thinking and Wren’s.

“You look like a tomato.” I smiled at her for the third time that day. I never smile so much. I’m the Alpha. It’s not normal for me to smile, but with her, my lips feel the need to do so.

“I’m naked,” she whispered, scared.

I looked her up and down quickly. Now I understand that detail had passed me by. Surely now she thinks I’m absent-minded, but the fact is that the fascination I have with her is so great that I can’t help it.

“You’re lovely,” I admitted. I wanted her to know and never forget that, but instead of making her feel good, she pushed me again, jumped off the table and moved away from me, getting into an attack position.

“She can do whatever she wants to us. Let her attack us. It doesn’t matter. We love her even if she kills us,” Wren murmured.

“Little wolf, I didn’t mean that.” I tried to make her understand that it wasn’t bad, that my intentions were none other than to take care of her, but she, being so small, misunderstood it and growled at me.

“I’m not saying you’re ugly,” I added, but she growled at me once more.

“God, women are complicated and you’re not even totally one. You’re missing a few centimeters and many years,” I said as she continued growling.

“What’s wrong? Could you please stop being so defensive? “ I asked, but she growled at me. It seems like a game, something like the one who growls the most wins.

“Look, if you keep getting angry, you’ll lose control, you’ll transform, and I’ll have to sew up your wound again.” I played my last card and she relaxed a bit.

“Can I check how your little arm turned out?” I approached her, and I couldn’t help but look into those beautiful black eyes of hers.

Hers changed color, but they didn’t turn completely golden like any wolf’s would, but were golden with little red spots.

“It’s a hybrid!” Wren was becoming more and more ecstatic. He is always serious, he behaves like a total grump like me, and now he is like a stuffed animal.

“What are you?” I asked her, caressing her cheek with my fingertips. My fingers itched and she closed her eyes.

“I’m half vampire and wolf.” She opened her eyes and looked at me, scared. “I won’t hurt anyone.” She looked down. I could see it in her eyes that this isn’t the first time she’s said it.She may be just a kid, but you can tell she’s been through a lot.

“I trust you and I won’t do anything to you either.” I hugged her and gave strength to my words with this demonstration of my affection.

“Please, no,” she asked, and I immediately released her. If I want her to accept me, it is better not to pressure her and leave the hugs for later when there is more confidence and she feels safe.

“How old are you?” I asked her. Her body is just beginning to develop, and she doesn’t have much height.

“Eighteen,” she said shyly, the blush still on her cheeks.

“Do you know what you and I are?” I asked, and she nodded. I felt satisfied with that. I didn’t want to explain to her what we were because I’m so stupid that I would surely tell her that she’s mine, that she belongs to me or something like that.

“You’re my owner.” She smiled with that. She has no idea of the enormous difference between what we are and what she claims to be.

“I’m your mate,” I corrected.

“Mate? Is that an owner? “ she asked, and I shook my head. I had to choose words that were easy and that she could understand without making a huge mess in her head.

“Mate means I’m your life partner,” I finally explained.

“Dad once said that my mate would be my owner,” she told me and looked at her feet, which she had been swinging for a while.

“Is that why you ran away from here the first time?” I asked her and she was silent.

“Why did you live in the forest?” I asked. I wanted her to keep talking; her voice was like music to my ears.

“I’m an orphan.” She raised her two shoulders and lowered them again, pretending she didn’t care, but I knew it hurt her to be alone. I don’t know how, but I felt it.

I moved closer to her and kissed her hands.

“You’re not anymore. Starting now, starting now…” She put her hands on my chest to push me away, and I backed away on instinct.

“Please don’t,” she said, with tears in her eyes.

I went back again.

“I’m not doing anything to you.” Suddenly, I felt tired. I felt like I had walked through the desert even though I knew it wasn’t.

“It’s her. Mark her and we’ll feel good.” Wren wasn’t done bothering me.

“Can I hug you?” I asked her, who looked at me terrified, even though I only had one intention, and that was to pamper her.

“Hug?” she asked, and I felt worse.

“Don’t you know what it is?” She shook her head, almost at the same time I finished speaking. “A hug is something we do to show affection.”

“Affection?” She kept asking, and this time I was the one who grunted.

“It’s when you love someone very much,” I explained.

For the first time since I met her, I realized what a huge influence she has had on me. I am one of those people who hates showing their feelings, especially to girls. If I want to be the best Alpha of all people, they have to fear me, but with her, I don’t want that.

 “Do you love me?”

“Yes, I love you more than anything, little wolf.”

She ran off and left me alone, stunned and hurting from watching her third escape.