Till the End - Jennifer Trevino (best ebook reader .TXT) 📗

mean I'm letting another man touch you," he answered with a sigh.

                "But yet you can have fun with as much girls you want, and not care about me," she spat turning her head to the side to avoid him. For a second she was about to forgive him, and put this in the past just to be with him wrapped in his warm embrace.

                Dalton caught her chin with his thumb and made her turn back to him, "I haven’t slept with any female after the day I met you."

                "But what about at my party?"

                "I wanted it to be more believable so I lied and I hoped inside you would get jealous with my lies too," he said with a small smile.

                "How long?" She asked.

                "How long what?"

                "How long have you known we were mates?" She asked more clearly.

                "Since my twenty-three birthday, at my party that was the day I knew you were mine," he answered.

~Flashback~

                Dalton stood at the center of a bundle of men chattering about the upcoming games and other pack things that soon seemed no interest in him. Everything about this birthday party seemed to bore him, even the music.

                Feeling like it was about time, he excused himself and walked toward the magnificent bar located near the appetizing table. The island counter was made out of elegant marble, and behind there was a bartender with many exclusive, rich drinks.

                "Give me a vodka," he said.

                The bartender nodded and prepared the drink for him. Dalton looked at the dance floor and scanned all the beautiful women dancing, but only one caught his attention. It was a brunette she was small for her age, and she had a magnificent crimson red dress on. Her hair was pulled up and she wore little make-up. Yet something about her cached his eye, actually everything about her.

                He found himself in a trance as he watched this teenager dance around with that bright smile of hers that seemed to radiate the party. She was like a ruby that captured his eye, she was the one. He just knew it.

                "Never mind, I'm good," he told the bartender and then left toward the little brunette. His heart was pounding against his chest as he neared her, and he felt like a small school boy about to talk to his crush.

                Just before he reached her, Alpha Forrest approached her and they both began to enter into a conversation that by the second made her face harden. He wondered what they were discussing about that was making her mood foul.

                "There you are Dalton my son, come along we need to talk," his father said as he pulled him toward the brunette and the Alpha. His eyes wanting her to notice him and see that they are mates.

                "Alpha Forrest, we can finally talk about this arrangement with our heirs," his father said. Dalton nodded, his father and him had been discussing about this all week with Alpha Forrest. This is what got him into a sour mood, but now that he knows she is his mate the mood has changed.

                "Yes, Dalton I was hoping you will marry my dear daughter Lisa and inherit the Moonlight pack. This will insure our packs and join them together, what do you think?" Alpha Forrest explained carefully.

                The whole time Dalton kept his eyes on Lisa, wanting her to turn her head to his direction and notice him. But she didn't she was too mad to even acknowledge the fact his presence was there.

                "I would accept this offer with great honor sir," he answered without hesitation.

~Present~

                "Idiot, Dalton you scumbag," her voice trembled as small tears formed and fell down her flushed cheeks.

                Dalton wrapped his arms around her and brought her to his body. Fire ignited at the intimacy between them and before he could stop it, his lips crashed down to hers. Like a puzzle finally connected, fireworks boomed in her body due to the contact. The kiss was passionate and emotional it was better than Heaths sweet ones.

                Dalton slowly brought his body over hers on the bed, and kissed her on the neck where she is supposed to be marked. He licked the crook of her neck and kissed her tenderly watching her as she shuddered in pleasure.

                "Dalton, I feel like if I’m burning," she said almost in a whisper.

                "I know, you are in heat, but don’t worry I will make it stop," he said as he pushed some of her hair back and then bowed once again his mouth to her neck.

                "I don't want to have sex right now, I'm too young," she said but her body reacted differently due to the heat. She was just so tempted to kiss him and to have him have his way with her.

                "Don't worry I won't this is something different but you have to promise you want this too," he reassured.

                "You're going to mark me?" She asked already knowing the answer.

                "Yes, it will give you a few more months until you are ready," he replied. "Do you want me to?"

                "Yes," there was no hesitation, she didn’t want this pain and if it meant to be claimed by Dalton it was okay.

                That was the only answer he needed to make his canines appear, and touch her neck with the point of the sharp teeth. He knew it would hurt her so he positioned her arms to the sides to hold them in case. And then he bit her, his canines slowly entered her skin and she shuddered at the pain and pleasure that rippled through her body.

                He restracted them out of her neck and licked the blood from the wound making sure it was healed before he placed a tender kiss on the mark he had made on her to claim that she is his, and only his.

                Dalton stared down at Lisa with affection and love the emotion she detected in her birthday when he had kissed her neck. If she looked back on it there was some evidence that proved that he was her mate. But her objection and anger blinded her from the sign.

                Dalton abruptly started to get off her, his bottom lip rolled in his mouth to stop the agitated feeling of just claiming her here and ravishing her until they were both sore and exhausted. He had a lot of restraint and patience ever since he laid eyes on her he just wanted to claim her and keep her by his side.

                “Wait Dalton,” Lisa said as she grabbed his arm to stop him. She gazed into his black orbs feeling her heart accelerate as she swallowed nervously. “Stay with me tonight, I just want you to hold me until I fall asleep,” she said her voice barely audible.

                A small smile spread on his face, he came to her side and wrapped his arms around her figure his warmness seeping into her. She cuddled closer to him, putting her head on his chest. Her heartbeat mixing with his into a rhythm.

                It wasn’t until later on when she had fallen into a deep sleep that Dalton climbed out of bed and tucked her in the sheets gently watching her beautiful face as she slept. She needed rest, and he should respect that. He kissed the crown of her head, and then left through the balcony.

                As he walked through the garden he spotted something unusual, a pair of red eyes were staring at him with a death glint in them. He couldn't make out the figure but he knew it wasn't an animal...not even a human.

                In a blink of an eye the creature disappeared, not even leaving a scent behind. This made Dalton worry, why would a creature as him be here? Why had he been watching him and Lisa's bedroom?

                Something wasn't right.

War

War

 

                "Your majesty when are we going to attack the Moonlight Pack?" A rogue asked him, his hazy amber eyes showed eagerness to finally attack.

 

                The prince scoffed and took a drink of his golden cup, blood spilling in his mouth like liquid. "Tomorrow, I don't care about that pack anymore," he spoke with boredom.

 

                The rogue excited bowed his head, and was already leaving to tell all the others that they were finally going to get revenge on the Moonlight pack and kill them for not letting them join.

 

                "Wait rogue," the prince ordered making the rogue halt in his tracks. "I will allow you all to kill each and every one of them dogs except for the Alpha's daughter, she will be mine and I don't want anyone touching her except for me," he said defiantly. "Do you understand?"

 

                "Yes, Prince Heath I understand," the rogue said as he left the room leaving him all alone to ponder over this silly little war the rogues wanted to make. He hadn't wanted to help at all, but being a vampire prince he was sent by his father to help them kill the disgusting werewolf beings especially the Alpha.

 

                But when he met his daughter there was something that caught his attention, her blood smelled so delicious and sweet. It was so tempting to just kidnap her and suck her blood until there wasn’t a single drop left. Yet he developed human feelings which he thought was impossible, that silly young girl made him fall in love with him. He can still remember just a few days ago when they met.

 

~Flashback~

 

                He had just been looking around the school; the scent of mutts filled the air making him cringe at the amount of werewolves in this school. It was almost unbearable for him to be in a school full of a pack of werewolves.

 

                Heath was amazed that not one single student in here noticed the power radiating off of him or his appearance that seemed to surpass the humans. It was rather amusing how some little magic perfume from the witch in this town made the others be deceived into thinking he was a human.

 

                Watching from a distance he stared at the Alpha’s daughter with interest. Her beauty knew no bounds even in the school navy uniform she looked absolutely striking. Her soft, light brown hair fell over her slender shoulders, her white complexion was flawless, and those eyes…they were a rich hazel color a mixture of amber and emerald green.

 

                His breath caught in his throat, and the heart he once thought would never beat suddenly broke from the glass, cold armor he had built around it.  He bit the inside of his cheek and looked on as she went to her class until she was out of sight he let out a shaky breath.

 

                “Lisa Forrest,” he whispered her name, liking the way it rolled out of his tongue like honey. Her name sounded sweet, just like her. 

 

                Suddenly he had a doubt this plan of befriending her would surely end in a mess. Sooner or later she was bound to find out he is the leader of the group of rogues preparing to attack and kill every single pack member she knew. And he knew she