Chapter 11

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A/N: Imma keep this PG-13 for now 😉


Chapter 11 // From kicks to kisses 

Natalie's POV

"You!" I snarled before launching myself at him. My eyes saw red and I blocked my pissed off wolf out. I didn't give a flying duck if she was pissed at me. The reason I was in this sickly condition was because of the jerk I was currently attacking.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and clawed at his face, spitting viciously.

"What the hell calm down kitty!" He gripped my wrists firmly, wincing at the cuts I had made on his face. I smiled in satisfaction. Good.

He looked at me, smiling like a crazy woman. "I would be angry at you. No, scratch that I am going to be pissed at you. But right now, you might want to get off me. It's not having the desired affect you wanted."

I looked down and realised our position. I could feel his OH MY GOD my eyes widened in horror and I hastily scrambled off him, pushing away but he pulled me back into him.

I glared at him, trying to wrestle my wrists out of his vice-like grip. "You fucker." I spat at him.

He raised his eyebrows at me, clearly unaffected by my attack or my insults. "That is something I do sweetheart but-"

He was unable to finish as I slammed my head against his face, cutting him off as he swore. I managed to free my wrists and then I was attacking him again.

This time he didn't block me and chose to fight me too. We snarled at each other as we grappled for control.

"You made me like this." I spat in his face as we tumbled into the desk.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He delivered a right hook to my chin and I howled. That was going to leave an ugly bruise.

"After you sunk your bloody canines into me and took a bite out of my shoulder I've been in a delirious state you piece of shit." I kicked him in the stomach to deliver the blow of my words. I was angry. Here I was, bloody and dirty, weak and bruised, yet he remained unscathed. There were no dark circles, no rashes, nothing.

"You've got away scot-free. Where's your rashes huh? The coughing, wheezing, how come you're not doing any of that?" His eyes widened as I insinuated each word with a punch.

"What are you talking about?"

I barked out an empty laugh as I hooked my leg round his and unbalanced him. Unfortunately, we both toppled over and out the glass window. I cursed as glass flew everywhere and someone screamed. Strong arms wrapped around me and I braced myself for the fall. Except, it didn't come.

My eyes opened and I found myself sprawled on top of Xavier who was growing, small shards of glass had lodged themselves into his arm. I pushed the fleeting sympathy aside and pinned him down.

"You don't know just how much you have ruined my life."

He gave me a blank expression. "So?"

I seethed. "So? So? You took a chunk out of my neck. It has left a visible mark." To prove my point, I yanked my top down, not caring at this point that he could see me in my bra.

"Look," I seethed, gesturing to the bite mark on my neck. It was purple and bruising. "That's what your Gruffalo of a wolf did to me. And now I find myself pining over your stupid ass even though I don't want to. DO YOU KNOW HOW FRUSTRATING THAT IS? I'm going crazy over here having mental battles with my wolf and you-"

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