Soul Mates? - Mallory Davis (classic novels to read .TXT) 📗

Yes, I said "werewolf"

      I run away from the orphanage as fast as my werewolf-speed would take me. Yes, I said werewolf. My name is Riley and I'm a werewolf. I only know some information about them, my parents informed me as much as they would before getting eaten alive by vampires. Now I have to live at the orphanage. I'm really just a normal girl with black hair. The only thing that is different about me is my eyes, I have werewolf eyes. There a striking colbalt blue, that draws unwanted attention. I attend school, just like everyone else (which sucks since everyone hates me). I walk up the steps into Lincoln High, voices float aimlessly into my mind. Oh yeah, didnt I tell you? I can read minds. I push the massive doors open and suddenly get thrown into the wall. My books splatter everywhere, but I catch myself before falling. "Watch where your going, loser" a girl named Brittany yells, slinging her dyed-blonde hair over her shoulder. I could kill her so easily, my inner wolf roars. No, I tell her, we promised mom and dad. I gritt my teeth and grab my books from the ground. I continue down the hall into homeroom, and thats when are eyes meet.

Chapter 2 HER (Damien's P.O.V )

At first I smelt her. It was an intoxicating scent of vinilla, like heaven had over tooken my senses. I looked up and saw her. She was beautiful. She was tall with long legs and a curvy body. Her hair was black as a ravens wing and her lips red as blood. Her eyes met mine, the sea of cobalt blue that I seemed to get lost into. The world around us slowed, time stopped. Her eyes widened and I wanted so bad to reach out, to hold her, to fell her body pressed up close with mine. I took a deep breath and the trance was broken. My soul tugged at me to move closer to her. She was my mate. When the teacher called roll I learned that her name was Riley. I repeated the name over and over while staring at her. She was so beautiful I could hardly tear my gaze away when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turn and looked at them, a blonde girl smiled at me. She wore skimpy clothes and the smell of makeup and perfume washed over me making me want to gag. She hands me a note. I take it from her and read it.

                                   It read:

HIII!!!! So your new??? Your so hot we should hang out sometime! Why are you staring at that girl? She's so ugly, and a loser. You could do so much better! -Brittany

I laugh, out loud. No one notices except Brittany, who turns a bright red. I crumple the note and toss it back at her. I only had eyes for Riley, my Riley.

I have a mate?

    I look at him from across the room. Our eyes lock, his were a forest green. His face looked like it had been carved from angels. His body was tan and muscular. His eyes were what got me, he was a werewolf. Not just any werewolf, my mate. A mate is kind of like a soul mate, someone your drawn to physically. I sigh and move to sit in my chair. I kept seeing him peek glances at me. Ugh, this was not going to end well. I take a deep breath, he smelt of pine trees and the woods. After roll, I find out that his names Damien. I focus my eyes ahead all of class trying to avoid his relentless gaze. He gets past a note from Brittany and I smile. She works fast, thats for sure. With my werewolf hearing I hear him laugh and throw the note back at her. Then he fixes his gaze back onto me. Wow, no one has ever rejected Brittany. I try to keep my gaze ahead at the boring math lession, even though every fiber of my being wants to jump into Damien's arms. "Mr.Chase, since your busy talking I imagine you know the anwser to this equation, do you not?" our teacher Mr. Fisher asks. "No sir, I don't" he replys. I snort and he shoots me a death glare. Oh no, after class I was going to get it. As if on cue the bell rings. I file out quickly hoping to bypass him. "Hey, loser, don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" I walk faster. He grabs me by the throat and pushes me down, into the locker. My wolf rages, no don't I scream at her. I couldn't brake that promise I promised them. If I killed him, I would lose everything I stood for. I couldn't control her, there was a war inside me. One good, one bad. I see Damien come up and his eyes are a lively green now, full of anger. He punches the guy and crouches next to me, saying something. If only I could hear him instead of the thousands of thoughts that surrounded me. Words fill my brain faster then I can process, over and over. Slowly darkness over takes me.

Chapter 4 Anger (Damien's P.O.V)

I walk down the hallway follow her scent. Sweet, sweet vinilla. I turn the corner, just in time to see the dumb jock from class push her against the locker. Anger, rage, shoots through my veins like hot venom. I imagine sinking my jaws into his throat and ripping him to pieces, the satisfiyling taste of his blood upon my teeth. My hands clench into fists. How dare he touch something so perfect, so beautiful. She was mine, all mine. I felt my wolf start to take over, I push him down. I cross the hallway in two strides and deck the guy in the face, but not too hard. He simply falls unconsious. I crouch down next to her. I felt confusion radiate off of her. Her eyes fall back into her head and she passes out. People were now gathered around, this wasn't good. I scoop her up into my arms, need washing over me. Her being so near was intoxicating. I look down at her, her black hair was so soft. Her lips were so perfect, I could lean down just a hair and kiss her. Thick eyelashes hooded her wide, innocent, blue eyes. Her body felt so good against mine, heat radiated from where our skin met. I shook my head to push the thoughts away, I had to take her to the house. As alpha, I had to share with the pack the fact that I had a mate. I walk out of the school with everyone's gaze on me. I straightened and walked to my car, placing her in the passenger seat. I start the car and drive quickly to the pack house.

The kiss

I wake up to silence, oh such a sweet sound. I open my eyes to find bright green ones stare back, intently. Our eyes lock, he was so beautiful. His eyes travel along my face, looking at every angle of it. His gaze finds my lips, oh how I wanted him to kiss me. "I can't take it anymore" he whispers so quietly I thought I drempt it. His lips touch mine a hesitation, a question. There was no time for that, I push our lips closer. I loved how his lips tasted, I loved how his smell seemed to consume me. Now he was fierce with desire, want, longing. I tangle my hands in his hair, holding on for dear life. His lips were soft, but demanding. He pulls back and I kiss his neck, wanting, needing him closer. He makes a noise neither of a man or beast, but somewhere in the middle. I looked into his eyes which now had golden specks around the green. My wolf seemed to want to break out of my chest and go to him herself. Closer, closer it screamed. "Whoa, she is hot!" a voice says entering the room. The trance was broken.

Chapter 6 The Pack (Damien's P.O.V)