Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 38) I Lost Him

Screw the fireworks, an atomic bomb went off.

When he put his lips on mine, everything was blown away. The way he practically devoured me had my

head spinning.

Holy crap, I'm either about to pass out or explode.

He kissed me like he was angry. Angry at everything but me.

He bit down on my lip, drawing blood.

Okay, maybe he's a little angry at me.

"I think you're beautiful," He growled as he picked up his pace running his hands along my back.

His touch feels urgent. Like he needs me to understand what he really thinks of my ugliest parts.

My heart flutters as the realization keeps hitting me over and over, and every time it gets better.

Wolfie is kissing me and just called me beautiful.

Wolfie is kissing me and just called me beautiful!

What does this mean?

Does it mean he loves me? That he wants to be mates the right way? That he wants to drop this

whole thing and —

My train of thought was interrupted by his honey voice. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He

mumbled against my mouth.

At this point, I'm out of breath and overwhelmed, so my answer comes out breathy and unsure, "W-

what?" I didn't even open my eyes to say it.

"Why are you so adamant about going and seeking out the hybrids? After everything they've done to

you. You should be staying as far away from them as possible. Let me handle this one," he clung to me

tighter.

I had to take in a short breath.

That's not what I wanted him to say.

Doesn't he get it?

Because of my past with them, I need to go find them.

I need to make sure they can't kidnap and torture anyone else for two years, or orphan any more kids,

or take any more children away from parents, or mates from mates.

I know how bad they are. How evil.

That's why I have to track them down and stop them.

But instead of saying any of that, I just shrugged weakly under his intense gaze.

He growled and gripped my arms tightly, "Maria, you need to take these things seriously."

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. . . I had him.

Or at least I thought I did.

Surely seemed like I did.

The way he was holding me. Loving on me.

All traces of that seem to have evaporated into thin air.

. . . Was all of this just to manipulate me? . . That's the only reason I can think of to explain his sudden

switch.

Did he somehow learn my story and figure making me relive it would put me off going on the search?!

And then he only kissed me to get me wrapped around his f**king finger!

I just f**king poured my heart out! I just showed him the most vulnerable parts of me, and it was all for

this game of his.

How could I be so stupid?!

I glared at his chest and started fighting his grip.

I can't even look at him.

"Hey, wait, hear me out —"

"I don't wanna hear you say anything. I hate you!"

F**K, I'm crying again.

Confusion struck his features, "Wait, hold on —"

What? Confused as to why I'm not playing your little game anymore.

"I wish I never met you! If I could, I'd run as far away as possible from you and your stupid pack!"

Surprise and something I didn't expect, sadness, clouded his features. "What?"

Don't fall for it Maria. It's all part of his game.

My heart breaks at how convincing he is though.

The fact that he's even doing this is surely going to be a new topic of nightmares.

Maybe this is a nightmare.

Maybe I didn't just rip my heart out and hand it to him so he could play hero.

Maybe I didn't just break down in front of him.

Maybe he loves me in the real world.

His face went dark and his eyes swirled with golden fury.

Never mind, then.

He jumped at me and I wasn't prepared for the amount of force, at all. "S**T!"

He tackled me to the ground and gripped my wrists in a monster grip.

If I hadn't ripped my heart out to give him before, this definitely would have done it.

"You're never leaving me," he gritted out while yanking my hair to the side so he could have access to

my neck.

My heart that I gave him stopped.

This b**ch is about to forcefully mark me!

I nearly gasped out loud.

I saw his canines elongate and his glare set on my neck. That was enough to snap me out of my

cardiac arrest and into motion.

I brought my knee up and repeated what worked the first time in the training area. I kneed him between

the legs.

Every muscle in his body clenched and he let out a low groan.

I took the opportunity to throw him off me and roll to my feet.

I immediately went for the door, but I was too slow.

Woah, I was too slow. That's not something I say every day.

He grabbed my ancle from his place on the ground and pulled my feet out from under me. I hit the

ground hard and grimaced.

Why do you do this, Wolfie?

He tried to crawl back on top of me, but I sent a hard kick to his nose.

It started bleeding.

I feel guilty for how good his blood smells to me.

I hopped back onto my feet and, this time, didn't turn my back on him, forcing him to stand up as well.

Once he was up, he dove for my hair again, but I ducked under his hold.

Without missing a beat though, he sent his foot into my rib cage. The force threw me into the wall and

made me squeeze my eyes shut.

Ouch.

I slid down the wall a little bit but used it to push myself right back up, gritting my teeth.

The next time I met his eyes, all I saw was gold.

I wonder how long his wolf has been in control.

The dog's hand shot out to grip my throat, but my hands clamped down on his wrist and shoved his

arm to a painful angle.

He let out a yell that was definitely more beast than human.

He somehow managed to twist out of my grip and swipe his claws across my side.

"Gah!" I fell down to one knee, but he was already pouncing for his next attack so I was forced to move

fast.

I felt the already limited amount of blood leak from my body, at a rapid pace.

S**t, he cut deep.

I managed to block many of his blows but couldn't bring myself to make any devastating ones back.

That costed me in the end.

With wild, rage filled, golden eyes, he slammed his fist into his claw marks from before.

"F**k!" Before I could topple to the ground, he caught me and slammed me onto the bed.

He jabbed his claws deeper into my side and I yelled out.

How could he be doing this to me?

I started raging from under him. "F**k you! I hate you."

Somehow, his eyes shown even brighter with rage.

He didn't waste any more time in forcefully turning my head and sinking his canines into my neck.

I screamed and struggled. Bucking and hitting and squirming.

He just bit down harder.

I let out one final scream and yanked his teeth right out of my neck.

Fire erupted.

And not the romantic kind.

I mean my neck is in flames.

One of my hands shot to the side of my neck as I buried the pain down and felt a surge of a whole new

kind of rage towards him.

My free hand gripped his hair, hard, and rolled him over, only to slam his head into the end table next to

the bed.

I flinched at the contact, but didn't let up. I threw him to the ground.

"How could you?!" I screamed, making my open neck and side hurt.

"You said you would leave me, now you're really stuck with me," his voice came out more animal than

I've ever heard it, low and rumbly, as he stood up.

I shook my head and gritted my teeth.

"Go to h3ll!" I screamed as I ran at him and shoved him out the window.

His eyes went wide as the glass shattered around him and he fell.

He'll be fine.

But now this mark will always be a scar of violence and not of love.

I didn't want it that way.

But Wolfie took that choice away from me. Forced it on me.

I felt the tears well up again.

And aren't I allowed to be heart broken and pissed the f**k off over that?

I ran out of the now completely destroyed room, and didn't stop for anything.