Love is a losing game chapter 1 by S.

2012-05-01 / 19:23:30

''I love you and don't you ever dare to forget that! Promise me, that you will never forget how much I love you,'' he desperately pleaded to me.

 

''I won't and even if I could I would not want to. I love you, our love is prohibited yet here I am; head over heels in love with you. I would brake any laws for you and I know very well since you have already proved it to me that you could care less about boundaries when it comes to me. Fate did not mess up when I got you as my mate, they messed up when they made you my brother. So my dear chestnut haired boy do you never forget that I love you, far more than any human mind would be able to understand.'' Saying that I swallowed my tears and placed my hand at my brothers chin.

 

My brother did not seem to take any notice of his tears seeing how he now cried silently and seeing his painful expression made my heart clutch. Knowing our parents would soon walk in through the door to take me somewhere far away from him I kissed him.

 

A bittersweet kiss with the flavor from my brothers tears.

 

This kiss was the reason why I could never see my brother again, his hand now on my breast was another reason. Fate made us mates and the Devil made us siblings.

 

 

 

''It was never supposed to end this way,'' I thought while lying my head face down on the pillow, wishing to be immune to dreams while knowing that would have been impossible. My breathing became regular but shortly after waking up from my dream I understood I would get no more sleep this night. I stood up on my floor undoing my braid to let my brown hair out, I undressed myself from my nightgown and walked down the stairs to go out for a night run.

 

I took a deep breath from the winter night air, a normal human would have been freezing right now but I thought it was a rather warm night. Grateful that I lived in a forest together with my mother I grinned at the thought of someone coming now. The faces of the visitors when seeing a complete nude girl outside the door would have been priceless.

 

When a chill went down my spine I shifted and took of to the woods suddenly very aware that I might not be alone as I had thought. Feeling slightly panicked I picked up my pace but for no good because soon I heard a wolf paws in the snow behind me and before I could dodge I felt myself being piled down to the snow. Letting a low growl out I looked the gray wolf in his beautiful blue eyes. Matter of a fact his eyes were mesmerizing and suddenly I no longer minded this wolf attacking me and scaring the living daylight out of me. I knew he was not an ordinary wolf and a male by his size and that he aroused my naughty side, I have always had a soft spot for dominant men may it be my mate or not. Believe me when I say that this werewolf is bound to be a very dominant, jealous and incredibly sexy man.

 

 

 

Enjoying the view beneath the werewolf I did not bother feeling scared of him, something with him made me feel oddly at ease which has been impossible since two years ago when I was fifteen. It wasn't until when the werewolf shifted back to human form leaving me with a naked human man on top of me that I decided it was enough of the softness on this douche bag. I growled loud though the boy made a motion supposedly to move his arms up in the air as to capitulate I decided I would teach him the lesson to never attack this she wolf and for the love of God never lay on top of her without permission. I held back at the strength since I did not wholeheartedly wish for the outrageous good looking man to be severely hurt but I bet his throat hard enough to make him shriek in pain, feeling the metal taste I let go and grinned when I victoriously and rather childishly switched between running and jumping home.

 

Shifting to human form when I got to the red house I laughed out loud knowing that I just marked a stranger with my love bite though I hope I get spared the angry mate coming after me thirsting for my blood.

 

 

 

I was wrong before;

 

it is possible to be spared the heart wrenching dreams if only one night, because the rest of that night I slept as a baby.

 

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