Soul Mates? by Mallory Davis (different e readers TXT) 📕

I had been so lost in Riley I hardly noticed Seth come in. I growled at him, I wanted to kill him for interupting us. Riley turned bright pink, oh she looked so hot when she blushed. "What do you want" I ask him through gritted teeth. I could still taste Riley's lips, feel her hands in my hair. The rest of the gang comes in behind him. Cody, the one thats mad at the world. Malcolm, the smart one and Reece, the youngest of us all. Then the witch Jessica. They each introduced themselves to Riley, except Jessica who stayed standing with her arms crossed. I rolled my eyes, why couldn't she except the fact that I didn't want her? "Ugh, whats she doing here?" she growls. I feel anger instantly coarse through my veins. If anyone had a right to be here, it's Riley. "Shes my mate" I say and Jessica's eyes harden. "But shes so...ugly." My wolf rages with fury, Riley was the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. I look over at Riley, she was staring at Jessica with hatred in her eyes. She looks as if shes debating whether or not to rip her head off. It made no since, she was so nice to humans. She took there crap, where I would have to kill them.

So, this was the pack? The boys were sweet...and completely sexy. Whereas Jessica was a witch. I look at her with a newly found hatred. "Doesn't she have a home?" she asks bitterly. I could tell she was mad I was with Damien. "I live in an orphanage" I say, proudly. She laughs "Oh, what? Mommy and Daddy don't want you anymore? Man, Damien you know how to pick um" Something inside me snapped. I put up with so much crap, my wolf couldn't take it anymore. I lunged for her throat, ready to kill her. I Punch her once, twice, while pinning her with my legs. Someone drags me off of her, but I yank out her hair and claw at her skin. I am yanked back by Damien, anger in his eyes. Great, now he hated me. I push him off of me and run out the door into the woods. I run faster and faster until I'm deep within the woods. Tears stream down my face, gosh I lost control. I NEVER lost control. I felt like screaming. My wolf wanted to finish Jessica off...where was this anger coming from? I go to the nearest tree and rake my claws down the length of it and roar in outrage. Why did I have to make that stupid promise to my parents?!? I felt a presence at my side, I look over, Damien stared back at me. My wolf's breath was haggard and he looked so...calm. I shifted back, 

Damien smashes me to his chest when I shift back. His hard chest pressed up against my soft frame and he held me. The tension oozed out of me, the stress melted away. I clutch his shirt and push him closer to me. I cry into his shirt, all the anger, fustration vanishing. The tears come before I realize and soon I sobing, standing in the middle of the woods with a werewolf. His scent hit me at once, mint and pine. I drown myself into his smell, burying my face into his neck. "Shh" he whispers, his warm breath hitting my neck. His arms rap around me, hard muscles pushing me ever-so close. Next thing I know, I'm being scooped up into his arm bridal-style. His warmth envolps me, making me feel safe for the first time since my parents died. I can feel the anger rolling off him in waves. He clutches my shirt tighter, and his pace picks up. Was he mad at me? I try to stop my crying, but once the flood starts theres no stopping it. We enter the house and he sits me tenderly on the couch. A new boy had entered the room, he had a cocky grin plastered on his face. Damien jacked him up by his shirt, alpha rage burning off of him. His eyes blaze, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT KEEPING HER UNDER CONTROL?!?" he yells so loud, I cringe. The guys cocky grin returns, Damien punches him in the face. Damien keeps throwing punches. I jump up "DAMIEN!" I yell. He jumps up and looks at me, I frown at him. His eyes turn tender, soft. He grabs my hand and leads me up stairs. He leads me to his bedroom, opening and shutting the door behind him. His room was huge, with a large king size bed with a green blanket. There was white carpet, the only two colors were green and white. There was a huge bay window, over looking a huge lushious forest. I crawl up on the bed and curl up. Damien comes and lays next to me, staring into my eyes. I push myself closer, and he raps his arms around me, clutching me tighter, like I'm his will to live. I sigh and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

I wake up with a start. The oraphanage!! I leap out of bed and Damien falls off the bed. I stand and practically run out the room. Damien's frantic footsteps follow behind me. "Whats wrong?!?!" he bellows out in confusion. I look out the window, it was dark out. "I have to get back" I rush out, paranoia seeping into my thoughts. Damien grabs my shoulders. "Why don't you stay here? We are mates after all" I let out a bitter laugh. He turns away in embarressment, I instantly felt bad. He turns, "Damien, wait.." he shakes his head. "Lets just get you home" he says. I follow him out of the grand house, noticing how most of his pack seems to be gone. We make our way to his car, an older mustang. I slide my hands over the shiny red paint job, then hope in. I settle myself into the soft leather seats and sigh. Damien reves the engine. I smile, as he speeds off. "Where's your pack?" I ask absant mindedly. He doesn't say anything for a minute, but desides to answer me. "Hunting" he answers. Thats weird. I know that most packs hunt in wolf form, but usually the Alpha leds the hunt. I've never hunted in wolf form, I try not to shift at all, but sometimes the urge over takes me. Like a crack addict trying to get clean, he can only resist for so long. "Why arn't you with them?" I ask. He doesn't answer me. Oh how I wish I could read werewolve's minds. I look over at him. His green eyes meet my gaze. "I had better things to do" he answers. Then I remember us sleeping in his room. I blush and look away, out the window. Then I realize were at the orphanage. I rush to get out, then before I shut the door, I whisper a thanks to Damien. I run through the front doors, right into Mrs. Betty. She looked inraged. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HAVE YOU REALIZED THAT DINNER IS NOT DONE, OR THE LAUNDRY?" she screeches. I look over in the corner and see Travis. I instantly cringe, I had left him here by himself with her. "What, do you think I let you in my home out the goodness of my heart?" she laughs and slaps me across my face. I taste my blood and my wolf was done being ruled by humans. I stand straighter, instead of cowering away. I flash Betty my werewolf eyes, and knock her unconsious with my fist. I look over at Travis. "Pack your bags" I say. As soon as she wakes up, she'll be calling the cops. They'll seperate us. I had protected him this long, I wasn't going to stop now. Travis was 7, and had known him most of his life, I wouldn't let them seperate us. I rush and pack the little clothes I had. Travis does too, on the verge of tears. He too was a werewolf. I laugh, I was free. Travis looks at me like I'm crazy. "Come on" I say and we rush out the door, into the street. It was pretty late, and we had no where to go. I scroll through the contacts on my phone, searching for anyone who could take us in for the night. I realized he must of put his number in my phone while I was sleeping. I clicked "call". It barely rang before his gruff voice answered "yeah?". "Damien? This is Riley. I need a favor."