MelissaWith my back against the wall and the light from the moon protruding through my glass window, I watched Alan walk into my room, wearing nothing but his pajamas pants. His hair was disheveled and his lazy eyes very calm as he leaned on the door to stare at me. I knew I had nothing more than my nightwear, still I wanted him to take off my clothes and touch me with his very good-looking hands. But he stared intently at me instead, accessing all parts of my body before taking long strides to pull me into his arms. We stayed like that for a moment, each breathing eachother’s scent. When the hug ended, he began to caress my skin with his lips, kissing my neck, my forehead and even the top of my breasts.“Oh Alan.” I whispered, arching my back against the wall as he held me in place. “Tell me you want more, Melissa.” He said, tracing more kisses down my body until he got to his knees. I watched him look up to meet my gaze and with a slow smile on his face, he began to trail kisses
Chapter 16MelissaThe door to the training ground was closed when I got there which was quite unusual, so I peeped to make sure Zachary was inside. He sat by his desk, reading a long note that I could tell was the class registry even from where I stood. With a little and effortless nudge, I opened the door, closing it quietly as soon as I got inside. Zachary looked up from the material in his hand when he noticed my presence and I immediately felt a wicked sensation going through my body. I was immediately reminded of the wet dream I had the previous night and had to rub my throat to get myself calm again. As I took the long walk to Zach’s table which was situated at the far end of the hall, I noticed his eyes were on me. He was watching, studying, analyzing me with dark gaze and I immediately felt my legs grow weak.“Stop there.” He called softly, as if he could not handle the thought of having me close. I halted on my steps at his command, looking up to realize I just had four mor
ZacharyThe moment the door of the training hall closed, I sighed and relaxed against my chair. My wolf, Nate who had been growling with need due to having Melissa so close collapsed in desperation and I place my hand over my chest to calm him down.“I don’t think I can take this any longer.” He growled, his voice proving to me that he was just coming back to his senses. I rolled my eyes at him, standing and pacing the hall to also relieve myself of the ache I had felt just by sniffing Melissa’s scent.The girl was trouble, I had to admit. She was a bold, yet timid, strong yet weak she-wolf that had too many layers to her. If only she knew that every night I dreamt of having her in my arms, she wouldn’t be testing my patience.Want? I asked, scoffing arrogantly as I recalled her earlier use of the word. What did she know about want? Has she made love to a real man before? Has she been touched by a man who needed her so much more than he needed air? Of course, she knew nothing about wa
MelissaThe walk back home was quiet as I contemplated on my conversation with Zachary during the early hours of school. It was still a wonder to me that my professor, who was supposed to be off limits and whom I was supposed to be staying away from, was now actually the one I wanted most.And I knew he wanted me back the same way no matter how much he tried to deny it.I saw it in his eyes everytime he looked and stared at me during training. The dark gaze, the lingering feelings in his eyes whenever we were close. It always felt like he was fighting a battle deep within himself to stay away from me.And that made it more intriguing.I was used to being chased by boys, used to being the center of attention whenever I walked by because of my beauty and body structure. But this was the first time a man was actually not chasing me despite wanting me, and I liked it. I liked being the one who chased. I shook my head at my reckless thought, trying not to like what was going on between Z
AlanAs I watched her leave, I couldn't help but curse under my breath in frustration. I hated it all, hated the fact that after waiting for seven years for my mate, she ended up being someone I wasn't allowed to touch.And Godddess knew how much I wanted to touch her, how much I wanted to do more than touch her. Melissa had no idea what she did to me, she wasn't aware of the demons I had to fight every day and every night to keep away from her. If she did, she wouldn't look at me with those irresistible large eyes of hers.With a groan, I dragged out the rubber holding my hair in place, allowing the hair to flow freely before using my hand to blindly make it appropriate again. I arranged my room, put away the stand and the brush bucket before making my way down the stairs.In the dining room, I met my mother and Freya talking to each other and decided to join them as a way of distracting myself.“Well, tell me whoever says that again, and I will have them punished?” My mother said to
Zachary.“Who the hell does he think he is? Daring to run after me and stop me all because he is the alpha's stepson?” I scoffed arrogantly as I recalled my encounter with Alan Harrison. I couldn't believe he was still a stuck-up werewolf even after many years had passed. The guy annoyed the living daylight out of me and the more I thought about him, the angrier I became. Back at Moonriver High, Alan used to be despicable. He had never failed to brag to everyone that he was the alpha’s son, never failed to bully the omega wolves for being born weak and had also made them do things for him like the servants in his very big mansion. All his actions had all been infuriating.Every day I got to see him at school, every day, I got to witness all the atrocities he committed but there was nothing I could do about it. I had been left out of his bullying because just like him, I was also in the top hierarchy of werewolves even though I couldn't tell anyone that I was an alpha. Afterall, two a
MelissaI couldn't stop looking at the drawing. No matter how much I tried and how much I forced myself not to, I just couldn’t stop looking at it.No one had drawn me before whether with my consent or without it, and the fact that Alan was the first to do it without me posing for it was thrilling.Every time I looked at the picture, I tried to think of what he had imagined while drawing it because it came out so great. Last night, I spent most of my sleeping hours wondering if he had thought of my smiling face, my angry face, or my confused face as he drew, but after recalling his speech he gave to me, I decided to let the thinking go.The door to my room opened and I immediately covered the drawing with a large sheet before turning to look at the intruder. Alan surprisingly stood at the entrance of the room, dressed in his pajama pants and nothing on the upper part of his body. I swallowed hard after taking note of his abs before looking up to his face. This time around, he didn't h
ZacharyThe school bell rang to indicate the third period for the day and I jerked my head towards the direction of the clock sitting pretty on the wall of the school’s gym, with a smile curling around my lips. This was the time I have been waiting for, the time for Melissa’s class to have their training session with me. I stood from my table to pace the hall, trying my best to get my emotions on check before the class enters and witness their not so smiling professor blushing like a fifteen year old.I couldn’t understand why I was so excited at the thought of seeing Melissa, but I just was. It was a feeling that I had woken up with this morning and a feeling that was refusing to go away. Alexa had teased me on my way to school, reminding me that I usually now had a smile on my face while leaving the house, but I told her it was nothing. When deep inside of me, I knew Melissa was the cause of my happiness.And Alexa was right by the way. I now looked forward to going to school more t