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ber that Mrs. Penn is just inside, and I shut the door behind me. Shifting my gaze back to

full of eagerness, reminding me of an energetic puppy when playing with its master. Joy races

nts of complying with Xavier's will, I turn to face him, my features indignant. "Go away," my voice

. do you th

a few seconds, I resemble a goldfish, moving my lips without any sound coming

hirling me into a bear hug.

gnore the feel of his masculine arms around my waist. "I DON'T LOVE YOU! YOU'RE A STALKER! HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME AND WHER

a glare, hoping he will get the message, but he conveniently ignores it. "The reason why I

llow me," I st

s that there is no point. I hide a teasing grin from bubbling to the surface. I don't want to encourage this m

ides with my short legs. My medium length ruby red hair fl

with enjoyment as he said, "I like walking fast too." He evenly matches my

an really is

catching random strands and making it sparkle. His plump, desirable lips give in to a flawless palette, a face that God must have

why he makes my h

a long stretch of silence. Chills race up and do

race. "You sure are clumsy," musical, manly chuckles escape Xavier as he stands me ba

et even a slip of vulnerability show

in my tone. "You don't say that if you don't me

"Of course I mean it, Mona," he says matter-of-

ce the words escape my mouth, I quickly look away so he will n

rm, his face reeling in shock. However, this moment quickly ceases, and

ething new. I have never heard of a mate not being

" His eyes grow fierce, determined. He steps clo

le to resist him. I am frozen by his stare, his words. After holding my

om where his lip

forward to the time when I will finally acc

ned to make me love him. It can't possibly be because he is attracted to me, for I am too ugly for

e that I'm a werewolf, not asking any questions about it after s

s hard for me to not believe it, I saw him morph into one of those sharp-toothed, furry beasts. But I

g my heart jump out of my ches

ssment. I have never talked to a boy, let alone a beautiful one, for this long. And on

eriously

nd my thick bangs. "Did you have glasses i

find it. I have this one," I finger my thick lenses. H

't see your cute eyes that well. Is th

Quietly, halting me with a gentle touch, he observes me, examining my face. He frowns, his sparkling eyes

didn't realize how ugly I am until

are just as beautiful

h me. No one, let alone a shockingly handsome m

r face, and your glasses cover your eyes. It's almost as if y

eally is introducing a lot of firsts for me, and a ton of embarrassment

are silent, walking together calmly, neith

le. He glances at me, his face of bafflement at the fac

sk me anything." His

ting on calling me beautiful? What sort of lunatic man would think I am

you just leave me alone?" I ask bitingly, mentally slapping myse