“Just tell me, Jasmine,” he started in a matter-of-fact tone, not even bothering to give me a glance, while vigorously washing his hands, “What are you playing at?” The cuts that had briefly adorned his hands were now completely gone.
“The real question is,” I smirked slightly, giving him an annoyed look, “what are you playing at?”
A small smile made its way onto his face, and, for some interminable seconds, he stared at me intently before averting his eyes and telling me softly, “I just want to get to know you.”
“So, you just barge in here and tell my parents I’m your mate?” The edge in my voice was quite distinct, even though I tried to keep it neutral.
He shrugged nonchalantly and it just made me so mad at him that I couldn’t help myself; I pushed him a little by his shoulder and yelled in a whisper. “You’re such a conceited, arrogant bastard!”
In a heartbeat, he had my back against the wall. “I’m your
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Just as we stepped inside the house, I heard Karl whisper from beside me, “Home sweet home.” It was easy to take note of the adoration in his voice.He was my cousin but, to me, he was the best brother I could ever ask for. When my aunt, after years of solitude, and a seemingly never-ending mourning over the loss of her beloved husband, passed away in a car accident, my dad had done everything he could, the fastest he could, in order to become his legal guardian. The day he arrived, the sky had been of a stormy gray and raining cats and dogs.Since he had been drenched from head to toe because of his little, slow, insouciant-like walk from the car to the house, it was difficult to say whether there were tears or not among the droplets of water trickling down his face. His green eyes were sad though; everybody could see that, even little me – I was five at the time, he was ten.As his blond locks sticking to his grim face and his l
It was nearly six in the evening, Karl and my brothers had gone out god knows where, my father was in the living-room watching TV whereas my mother was keeping me company in the hall as I waited for Tim. He had texted me about ten minutes ago saying he was leaving his house. He’ll be here soon enough, I inwardly sighed, my eyes darting to the window. “I understand what you must be feeling, darling,” my mother went on, oblivious to my total lack of interest “but please honey, don’t anger your mate. Nothing good will come out of that…” And the lecture continued. When she had told me she’d wait with me, I had been surprised but kept silent, trying to convince myself there was nothing to it. How wrong of me! Since when did she like waiting? As I gave her yet another bored look – for I had been hearing the same little speech ever since that fateful evening when he had told them the news – and resisted the urge to fake a yawn, knowing she’d b
I watched the movie with an absent mind, distracted as I was by my plans for the night, and way too aware for my liking of his stares. Jonathan’s eyes had not leaved me from where he was sitting, four rows behind me – yes, I had managed to discreetly locate him or so I hoped.Sometime during the movie, Tim awkwardly dropped his arm on the back of my seat, and I had to repress the ridiculous urge to giggle. I was sure, however, we would have been able to hear a barely contained, throaty growl if it weren’t for the fusillade roaring on the screen at the time. The guys had chosen an action movie. I would have preferred a romantic one, thus I would have been able to cuddle with my date and irk that damned alpha mate a little bit more –I had no such luck.We take what we can, I mused, a stupid smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I allowed it to appear since no one would see it or question it anyway.There wasn’t much I
There wasn’t much Tim said or did that night that I didn’t giggle to. Doing just that, I had managed to successfully ignore Jonathan a total of seven minutes – yes, I was counting. I had my flirtatious mode on, and I could tell it affected both my date and my mate, in totally different ways. One was probably thanking his lucky stars for my good mood, the other cursing my being his mate. Even though I was busy with Tim, dazzling him with smiles at times, narrowing my eyes in a purposefully teasing manner at times, there was no denying the fact that I could feel Jonathan’s persistent gaze on me… I could feel it so much, in fact, that I was bothered by it. Waving my hand lightly in front of my face, fanning it ever so slightly, trying to ease away the heat I felt, I couldn’t help but think any she-wolf would be more than thrilled – and probably impossibly happy – to be the alpha-ultra’s mate. He could have gotten any female he wanted within any pa
In a heartbeat, he had me on the all-in-marble counter that separated the two sinks the ladies’ room had to offer. His hands were firmly – and somehow possessively so, I might add – holding my bottom, his hips nestling down in the space that my opened legs allowed since he had somehow forced them to wrap around his middle. “What…” the protest died on my lips since he chose that moment to possess my mouth with his. His mouth was devouring mine, his tongue furiously battling with mine, commanding submission; a submission I was not willing to show for probably less than ten seconds before I gave in. He growled deep in his throat in appreciation while pressing himself against me and I suddenly couldn’t help the moan that fell off my lips right into his. He seemed to savor the sound. Seconds later – though it could have been minutes, I couldn’t say for sure – he freed me of his devilish mouth. I might have groaned in response but I was actually tha
The rest of the night was spent calmly, peacefully, pretty uneventful. I had kept shamelessly flirting with Tim, feeling all the while Jonathan’s gaze on me. I had thankfully managed to get my act together before stepping out of the bathroom. I had showed up at the table as collected as ever, as if nothing had happened. I could only assume it had unnerved him since he didn’t stay at the restaurant long enough to have desert. He had left some ten minutes before us, the skank he had brought trying to keep up with his angry strides but not quite managing to do so. I had inwardly grinned at that while keeping my face impassible, not showing any emotion whatsoever that might indicate the feeling of satisfaction I was experiencing. Truth be told, the game seemed silly at times; nevertheless, it was serving its purpose just fine and that was what mattered most to me. The drive back home was enjoyable; Tim and I joked around and teased each other a little bit. It the
I entered my room, a smirk adorning my lips, indicator of my good mood, and was soon changing into my pajamas. I looked dismissively at my untidy desk, knowing I would have no problems finding whatever I needed in the morning – despite the almost impossible disorder – since that was just my way of tidying things up. I then longingly looked at my queen-seized bed which was just under the window but forced my legs to take me to the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth.It was safe to say that all what had happened in the evening had made me tired since as soon as my head hit the pillow, I dozed off.It was a nice sunny day and Celia and I had been enjoying it together. We had gone to the mall shopping, had fun, eaten some deliciously junky food as lunch and then gone back to my house. We were about to watch a movie when Karl strolled in.Wanting them to grow closer, I told them it felt too hot for me to stay
Jonathan's pov: She had purposefully accepted all of his touches and even initiated some. She had not shrugged his arm off in the cinema theater. She had brushed her hand against his so he would hold it. She might have even kissed him when I had gone to bring Katherine along. And who knew what else she might have done when he had dropped her off. All of her cunning smiles, her giggles, and her flirtatious attitude had driven me crazy with jealousy, and I had snapped and kissed her despite my resolution not to –though I did not regret it. I was almost ashamed to say I had dragged a fellow werewolf into my mate’s little game; but then again, it wasn’t like Katherine minded it one bit. On the contrary, I was sure she’d have no qualms bedding me on the first opportunity she thought she might have. She had even gone as far as try to tempt me last night, with her following me into my room after we had come back to the pack house in nothing but a flimsy
No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles.The idealistic motto I had been fond of for years seemed really far away when I looked wistfully out of the window. Jonathan had undoubtedly turned my world upside down. I, who had been more than mildly reluctant to find a mate, was actually quite happy with the outcome of the alpha’s seduction.Being in a relationship with Jonathan had been easier than getting over my fear of werewolves. Indeed, it barely took me two months to fall head over heels for him, whereas I had to spend several months challenging werewolves before I was finally able to vanquish my fear. And damn had I needed to do it! No alpha-ultra’s mate should be afraid of werewolves. That would be completely and utterly ridiculous.When graduation came, I was only too happy to be rid of high school. That said, it wasn’t all I put behind me that day. Loving an alpha-ultra wasn’t just about status and power. With it c
“Set spells are risk-free,” I saw my father’s eyes narrow slightly at that, so I hurried to continue, “or to put it more correctly, set spells are those in which the risk, if any, is known. On the other hand, improvised spells can give the desired result, but the risk is unknown; they are to only be used if there’s no other way.”Reciting such a basic rule, as if I was a grade schooler, was not my idea of testing the results of my special “witchcraft lessons”. Set spells were, for the most part, old, written in Latin, and proved to be efficient. Every witch knew that much. I sometimes wondered if this oral test wasn’t some kind of late punishment for my blowing-up-a-tree episode. With the ten days I had taken off school, I was able to learn a bunch of set spells other than the rudimentary ones. And most importantly, I was able to fully commit to my training.Controlling my newly found ability was no easy feat but I
Johnathan's pov:I knew that Blake could be intimidating, and that such trials weren’t for the faint of heart, but I truly believed Jasmine could hold her own. Hadn’t her cousin killed several rogues in front of her already?Karl killed the rogues for her sake. Don’t compare a defensive kill to a cold-blooded execution, my wolf reprimanded.Yeah, well, it’s not like the pup wasn’t at fault here, what are you sulking for?I don’t like the idea of a vampire doing such things to our kind, no matter the reason. Alpha genes could be quite bothersome at times. The wolves weren’t the easiest to deal with. Rationalizing with them could get pretty hard.You’d rather we remained at war with vampires?I didn’t say that.You just wish you had been the one to get the idea for the pact, I teased.I had been in my early teens
Although Thomas shifted just a few feet away from me, and was growling like there was no tomorrow, I wasn’t feeling as scared as I thought I would be. Having come close to a rape-slash-death experience with the rogues a few weeks ago, I had truly expected, when this whole trial came into perspective, to be more afraid – I suffered from enough nightmares to prove the incident wasn’t behind me yet… but then again, I knew no harm would befall me.That said, I was frozen to the spot in fascination. Blake The Troublemaker was making a show of his obvious superiority. As the five-feet-something brown wolf attacked, teeth bared, seeking blood, he dodged with ease and swiftly kicked him in the gut, earning a surprised yelp. The kick sent the werewolf crashing against a tree which creaked loudly in protest and then broke, making him fall back in an ungracious heap. A low growl was heard as Thomas straightened and then lunched himself again at Blake who, just l
“Well, I am Blake The Troublemaker and I’d like to know why you killed a vampire this morning,” the dangerous-vibe vampire smirked humorlessly as he approached the werewolf unfazed by his growls.Holy shit! Blake The Troublemaker was in town and he wasn’t just visiting. He was the one who established The Devil’s Pact, the peace treaty that ended the era of wars between species. All supernatural beings abide by its laws to keep the harmony going, and all crimes are investigated and punished.Vampire, black hair, green eyes, dangerous vibe, impossibly sarcastic. How could I not have figured it out sooner?“I don’t answer to you,” the werewolf was trying to act brave, but one could hear his voice shaking ever so slightly on the last word.“Well, I’m interrogating you,” Blake retorted calmly, unperturbed by the lack of cooperation.I’ll take a wild guess and say he won’t be j
“So, where are we going?” Jonathan and I were on our way to our sixth date already and I could say I was starting to get used to letting my guard down around him.“Today is not going to be a normal date I’m afraid,” Jonathan drawled as he drove his way into the city.“What do you mean?” I stiffened, becoming wary instantly. Although on some level, I trusted him not to harm me, his tone just didn’t bode well.“We need to stop by the pack house first,” he briefly glanced towards me before continuing, “I want you to see something.”“Okay,” I couldn’t help but wonder why he was being so secretive all of the sudden, “Can’t you tell me what it is?”“I’d rather just show you.” His tone told me to drop it and for some unknown reason I didn’t argue.He looked a little too stiff for it to be just a normal werewolf get-tog
Just dig in, girl.I grabbed a slice and bit into it. Seconds later, I was moaning at the taste. It had to be, hands down, the best pizza I ever had – even more reason to come back again. As I heard Jonathan’s unexpected low growl, I snapped my eyes open in fear.What’s going on? I turned my head around frantically, dumbly looking for a threat, and finding none –or at least recognizing none. Two of the earlier three couples were still at their tables, no newcomers, and the waiter didn’t really scream ‘danger’ to me… but then again witches’ senses weren’t as sharp as werewolves’ so I couldn’t say for sure.“What are you doing?” He sounded genuinely intrigued and yet somehow there was a hint of amusement in his voice.“Why did you growl?” I countered puzzled, cocking my eyebrow at him, my delicious pizza sadly forgotten.“You moaned,” he drawl
The Italian restaurant wasn’t quite as small as I imagined it. The store front might have been admittedly a bit small and the first floor not that spacious, but the atmosphere was really agreeable, jolly even. We followed a waiter upstairs and I was surprised to find out that the 2nd floor’s dining room was noticeably bigger. There were only 3 couples already eating and that made the atmosphere somehow more intimate – the dimmed lights played their part well too.It was love at first sight and I was sure I would be revisiting many, many times.“So, what’s she like?” I asked as soon as we had sat at our table and the waiter had left us with the menus, “The Oracle, I mean.”“Is that all we’re gonna talk about?” How he managed to sound half annoyed, half amused was beyond me.“Hey, you brought her up,” despite my defensive tone, I was impossibly excited to know more abou
“Where are we going?” I wasn’t very fond of silence and, admittedly, I was curious to know too.“To a small Italian restaurant,” I could see a smile tugging at his lips. For an alpha-ultra that had to call for an eraser because his mate had messed up, he looked in an awfully good mood. It kind of pleased me to know I had this effect on him.“Oh.” So, he hadn’t lied when he had told me to dress casually. We weren’t going anywhere fancy but somehow, I was sure it’d be worth it.“It may be a small familial business, but the food is fabulous,” he briefly turned his face towards me, temporarily dazzling me with his beautiful eyes, “trust me on this one.”“Fabulous food, huh? I can live with that,” I teased after my dysfunctional brain decided to work properly again. I was smirking like a fool for no particular reason by the end of the sentence. It felt as if his goo