Where The Hell Are You!

POV:Derrick Moore

I was not only frustrated about how the meeting with my long lost alpha parents was. Who wouldn't be? 

Their every action has what I took note of, the arrogant type of couple. Though my Mom seemed gentle, she's crude. Maybe I took my character from her. While my Dad seems more collected, I took his resemblance.

Now my mind wouldn't stop wandering on what my Mom had explained about the war of twenty-five years ago. I wouldn't want to believe it because for all I know, they might be lying.

Sitting in the cab that I called to pick me, I didn't realize ontime, how my phone was blinking. Anya; the screen notified.

Fuck! I missed her.

Already in the zhukov's clan, I made my way to Anya's parents Mansion. Now that I watched closely, there wasn't much of a difference between the two Houses. Both were brutally built to protect whatever was behind the walls.

I noticed the gazes thrown at me, the guards and maids, all looking at me with fear in their eyes like I was an enemy. Well… I'm the enemy's son, it was expected.

Something churned in me and was already breathing out fire. 

My wolf.

It has been restless since we were separated from our mate. It goes purring and snarling at every single female that would come near me. The Nikolai's clan, my park, was a whole different feeling entirely. Most of the time, I would feel restless. Why can't Anya and myself live like we used to? Away from the prying eyes of unknown forces? 

If only the war never started; if only we weren't thrown to the orphanage in the name of being protected. Would we have been mate's then? 

These thoughts won't stop ringing warning bells in our head; motioning to me and my wolf that we would be separated!! But really; I guess everything happens for a reason.

In the middle of my thoughts, my eyes scanned a car coming. A Toyota Corolla, but something was off. I could tell that much.

Hiding at the back of one of the many tall trees, I watched how a familiar face poked out. Cater Olsen?? What the fuck was he doing here?

With no clue of what was happening, I was curious to know what he had come to do, and also eager to beat the living hell out of him if at all he came for Anya.

The once handsome young werewolf that caused the pain that my mate passed through was now a nothingness. I don't doubt that Anya would have sent him off for his looks to be that troubling; but instead, it made my mind wander to what must have happened in my absence.

Dring…..

My phone rang, same as the first one, Anya was notified on the screen; I picked it up within a second.

"Hello beautiful" I called out; my voice hinting that I wasn't pleased.

"Der– Derrick? Where the hell are you" Anya said, her sobbing becoming loud in my ears. 

My chest cringed in pain. 

I saw how she came out of the carpack, her hair in wavy curls. She looked beautiful but that wasn't the point. She was troubled.

Adjusting my clothes, I came out of where I was hiding; allowing her scent raft through my brain and sending away the worries of before, awakening a newly found desire.

Getting to where she stood, she hadn't noticed my presence yet, so I encircled my hands round her waist only to feel her muscles tensed.

"What happened baby?" I whispered in her ears.

Slap**

The hell?? Waves of tingling pain traveling down my spine… Anya wasn't Anya at the moment. She was indeed troubled like I had anticipated.

"B..baby?" She cried. 

"I'm sorry, I never knew I would come this late," I said, taking her in my embrace.

I wasn't angry.

"Let it all out darling… don't keep any''. I patted her back, drawing unseen circles on her back.

Anya was really the typical cry baby if you want her to. Soaking my clothes till she was calm, my lips met with hers, giving her a message through it that all was fine.

After I felt her relax under my touch, I took her back to our rented house and demanded what happened. While she was explaining, the rage in me grew ten times bigger.

That bastard!! 

Who the hell does he think he is?  

It pained me to see my mate broken because of that piece of trash. How dare he? Kissing away the tears that were threatening to come out of her eyes. 

My hot lips traveled down to every cold joint of her body till I found her own plush ones. She parted her lips, inviting my tongue to have a divine taste of her mouth.

I sucked at it, making it a little demanding but passionate. Down to her neck, the place where it meets with her shoulder, that particular place where my mark was on her body, I was thrown into a frenzy at the sight of it. She is mine and no one else to claim.

Urgh!! Anya moaned the moment my hot tongue licked the skin I marked. I couldn't bring myself to stop.

"Are you sure about this baby?" I asked; I needed to be sure of my actions. I needed to know if she was feeling the same way I was.

Nodding her head, I threw caution into the air; moving for her floral dress as fast as I could carry. I never felt this way towards another woman before except her; infact, while they mean nothing… She meant everything.

Within a blink, her dress was gone. I washed how she blushed hard, her face as red as tomato. In just black pants and a lacy thin bra, she looked amazing; I could tell she grew in size already.

"You look beautiful darling," I confessed. "Can I go further?" I asked. I don't really know how to do these things, to be patient!! But for her, I was ready.

Ye– sss! Her voice slurred.