THIS IS A WEREWOLF STORY!!!! "Anything for you." He turned to me. He walked over to me and stood between my legs; he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in, unknowingly sparking that stupid sensation I got every time he touched me....
"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*
"And what are you to me?" He was mocking me. "Your mate," I answer. Chandler rolls his eyes and chuckles. The chuckle sends shivers down my skin. In a heartbeat, Chandler was in my face, a little too close. I could smell peppermint when he started speaking. "Sweetie, You're my unwanted mate."