Scarlett
I held his hair in my fists, ignoring the fact that it might hurt him. He had hurt me enough not to question the pain I was giving to him.
His tongue drew circles between my collarbone and shoulder, in a manner to play with my marking spot which made me wonder what was resisting him to mark me.
The excuse he gave me for his irrational acts and thoughts was a bit correct but I didn't want him to take me for granted or as a possession.
Being an Alpha had its own fine share of bad traits, and being possessive was one of them. Though I didn’t buy his excuse, I knew that he wasn’t wrong either.
All the Alphas in our world were like that, addicted to their powers and obedience but that needed to be changed. After all, the other wolves weren’t just a piece of land or a title to have possession of. The other werewolves had feelings and pride, too.
Maybe they were so used to blaming their Alpha nature for whatever wrong deeds they did that they didn’t bother thinking about the others who felt hurt by their not so thoughtful demeanor.
The backyard was filled with the scents of our arousals and this scent was so addictive that I couldn’t control my desires as if something in me had awakened that wanted him to do all the things he was doing to me.
My chest rapidly fell and rose, responding to his teasing and savoring my skin. He had made sure that I would wear his marks tomorrow and I wanted to do the same. I moved my head to his earlobes and lingered my lips there for a while before moving to his neck and there, I started taking my revenge.
All the wet kisses that made his breathing slow ended with a harsh bite, his heart thumped against my hand as I had placed my hand on his chest. A whim of happiness with relief washed over me as I felt his heartbeat, which made the two of us on the same page.
I felt wanted after such a long time.
Maybe not by his actions.
But by his heart.
Rhea used to say that people’s words or actions might lie but their hearts and eyes never lie. At that time, I used to mock her for uttering bullshit but now, I was feeling that she was right.
“You own this,” he whispered, looking into my eyes with his passionate eyes, and placing his hand on my hand. “You own my heart,” he muttered in a low voice, intertwining our fingers.
I stared back into his eyes, rummaging for his soul and discovering the verity of his words. His eyes glistened with baffling pain, an emotion that seemed too much to bear, and as if my lips could make him feel any better, I crashed my lips to his.
Every time we kissed, it seemed like we found solace that was way far better than the world could offer. His kiss made me feel so much alive, like giving life to my dead body, it was like rain from the sky to a much-needed barren glebe.
“I…I lo-” he tried to utter something in between our kiss which enthralled me. His lips moving on my lips to form a word was a feeling that I could never describe. It made me smile as it reminded me that his lips were on me and anything that reminded me of his contiguity was becoming my new favorite thing.
His lips dwindled the idea of saying something and started kissing me as if there was no tomorrow.
“You both should get a room,” Jenna’s loud voice startled us and Klaus nearly dropped me to the floor. “Before someone walks on both of you naked,” she finished, strolling to where Marcus was sleeping peacefully.
“Let me help you,” Klaus offered when Jenna tried to carry Marcus. I stifled a giggle, remembering how he punched him and now, was carrying him.
“As if you cared,” Jenna taunted, rolling her eyes. “I hope that you remember the people around you next time when you take some immature actions.”
For a good minute, they gaped at each other, probably mind-linking to each other and I felt embarrassed so I turned my face to the other side and tried to steady my messy hair for which I would give credit to our hot makeout session.
“Um, I suppose I should return to my home,” I said, not wanting to be an obstacle between siblings' conversations.
“No, Scarlett. You shouldn’t be walking home alone,” Jenna said with a small smile on her face, maybe disturbed by his announcement in the club. “I’m sorry for seeming rude, Scarlett. It’s just that we had a fight before he came here but it’s not your mistake. I shouldn’t have made you feel uncomfortable,” she cleared while hiking to the parking plot.
I waved her off, “it’s alright. Whatever you said makes sense.” I walked along with them as they shuffled towards Marcus’s car.
Klaus made his cousin lay in the backseat of the car while Jenna and I stood a little farther than where his car was parked.
“There’s so much that you don’t know about my brother, Scarlett. But please, trust him for once. He’s up to something that might snatch everything from him and he’s taking that risk just for you,” Jenna appealed, taking my hands in hers.
Indeed. Klaus was the mysterious guy who was hiding a lot of things from his mate that wasn’t the right thing to do but at the same time, I didn’t want to intrude on his privacy.
I assured her, “I believe your words but I presume that you’re aware of my situation. Perhaps the person with whom you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life deserves to know the truth.”
Her smile reached her eyes as she stroked my hands. “My brother is so lucky to have such a witty mate like you. You always know what to say without offending the other person,” she remarked. “I believe that you truly deserve to know everything.”
“I feel you’re just flattering me, I’m not that intelligent or witty as you mentioned,” I let out a small chuckle. “In fact, I feel that you’re the most sagacious girl at this age I have ever met.”
Jenna joined me in laughing. “I guess sometimes life and the circumstances make you mature at an early age,” she said, gawking at the sky abstractedly.
She cleared her throat and shook her head. “Please, ignore what I said. Sometimes I talk rubbish,” she whispered the last line, making me chuckle.
“Guess what? Me, too,” I just moved my lips, making a low voice and she started giggling. “But you rigorously don’t talk rubbish. You were right, sometimes life makes you mature.” I was reminded of how I used to be before Rhea’s death.
My sister’s death changed my life entirely, it turned me into a mature and responsible woman. Sometimes I miss my life in my previous pack with my family. I was living a content and best life so far but I didn’t realize it until it ended with no hope of ever getting that back.
“I hope my sister didn’t scare off my mate,” Klaus’s voice drew my attention and brought me back from the memories.
The memories were a burden but it’s what all I had and I couldn’t deny that those memories were the most beautiful memories of my life and the most painful ones at the same time. Nothing could be compared to the life I lived with my beloved sister and the other family members.
Jenna snorted something but I couldn’t focus on what she said. I was too busy reminiscing about the past. Klaus held my hand and that caught my attention again, his eyes were scrutinized as he asked, “are you okay?”
I slightly nodded and faked a smile as I was doing since my sister’s death. Jenna waved me bye and drove to her house.
“Does she know how to drive?” I tried to change the topic. “I mean, she’s too young to do that.”
Klaus gave a deep peck on my hand before leading us to his car. “She’s too young to do most of the things she does.”
Opening the door of his car, he offered me his hand to climb into the passenger seat which I accepted with a smile on my face.