Nine

Axton

Watching my mate flee my presence made my annoyance and impatience grow. The fact that she was a sight for sore eyes, a living work of art, yet rejecting me left a bitter taste in my mouth.

There was more to her rejection. I could tell. Something was holding her back, but I couldn't figure out what. My heart went green with envy as I imagined another male in her life.

I'd kill him with my bare hands.

Thinking about it now, I wondered why she left her pack

My fingers ached to touch her, to satisfy the longing in my heart. I sat in my van and stared listlessly outside the window.

There was a burning desire to possess her and have her as mine, and it grew every second. But she was so stubborn and fearless with a maddening hint of arrogance.

I wanted every part of her, from her ash blonde hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, to her blue eyes that were clearer than the sea. And oh…her fucking curves.

She was different from my pack girls, with their darker hair and skin