The Exiled Wolf

shut behind us. This stranger has an iron grip on me, no

iety only grips me tighter as he carries me towards the bed. The sheets rustle quietly as he sits me down on

is nose as if to sniff the air. I take this opportunity to squirm further onto the bed, and further away from him. I hug mysel

ached room and turns the light on, revealing a bathroom.

he goin

over his head, peeling off his shirt. M

sign up

ouette made of rigid lines and defined curves. I can only faintly see the cent

me with intent, dark eyes. I lean back as he reaches forward, but I don't lean far enough. His fing

n I realize my mouth had bee

pens now? Because there's no way in hell t

ice like steel. There's no denying that

ly into my lap. His voice is cold

put th

he turns and strides out of the room, closing the door behin

up in both discont

y one considering his earlier disgruntlement with the scent. Being treated as a doll to

door like a hawk. I half expect him to burst t

pad into the bathroom, shutting the door

, my privac

st my back, between my shoulder blades. My skin is

ately room temperature or even a slightly cold one. But I need to feel the pai

go with it. Did this stranger- my mate whose name is a mystery- take over the p

er happens, happens. It's not like I was allowed to

as I put my clothes back on, my muscles lulled into a trance from the heat. Even more warmth pools in

anything else. Nonetheless I slip my jeans back on anyway. There's a certain line drawn in my dignity that I'm not quite

y lovely and very congenially

y window

uch a ridiculous idea. Running away from everything I know just

ack of a scent- and down the stairs, right out the front door I was carried

the moon acting as a dim lamp of silver light. The snow crunches beneath my feet as I wande

se. Immediately goosebumps rise over my arms as I slow to a stop

oo

than just bloo

s streets, isn't enough to send someone over t

find the curious, frightened eyes

escapes

ctacle for them, and

k, but whoever it

out, then I guess t

ally I would avoid drawing too much attention to myself, but between Nathan's ceremo

m met with about a dozen pairs of those staring eyes, glari

ows her arms out dramatically. She's standing in front of one of the large windows b

o imply by her comment, but it r

n than not, she's usually showing more skin than she's covering. And it's far from being

watching shifts uncomfortably in their seats and standing posit

calling me a slut but you're the one wh

ree

ra

it cl

n whispering about. The monster tha

ch fo

immediately weighs down the air, making it heavy with tension. "Adrienne," h

get away from Mya. As I stride across the room to Andre, I stick my tongue out at her in a taunting sneer. She

le. There's no denying that I have strong feelings for him. Just not the

ness. Because there's just something about of him, with his head down, held b

me to lay his palm flat on the tabletop, "