Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 52

Wolfie pounced and I was ready for it.

I knew he'd be going for the neck, he hadn't gotten the chance to mark me in wolf form.

And he still won't today.

I caught him by the throat and threw him down.

I wish this wasn't happening right now.

He came back for more, and I fought him off.

I wish he would just love me.

I maneuvered around his snapping jaws.

I was taken from scavenging and brought to my own house to find him.

He missed a step and I sent a harsh kick to his stomach.

He took me to a Gala just to show off his win.

He charged again and I rolled out of the way.

He dragged me around my own house.

He miscalculated and I landed a blow to the side of his head.

He messes with my feelings.

Kisses me to get what he wants.

Marks me forcefully.

. . . And he's trying to do it again.

I HATE him.

I took an aggravated breath through my nose.

. . . Oh s**t.

"You're bleeding," I muttered.

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Brandon's POV

Oh f**k.

Jason's bleeding.

And Maria's his pure blood vampire mate.

This is not going to end well.

Maria started visibly panicking but she tried to keep calm.

I shot a look at Rose.

She's thinking what I'm thinking.

Maria pushed away from Jason and created some distance between them.

Jason still wasn't done with the fight though.

He's going to get himself killed.

Then Maria's going to be a mess.

"Wait, no. Stop." Maria put up a shaky hand.

Oh f**k, she's practically already over the edge, one more nudge and —

Jason charged.

He just dug his grave.

Maria put up her hands and flung him into a tree.

She stumbled back into a huge bolder.

When she brought her hand back it was covered in his blood from a wound the hybrids left.

She started shaking so hard she could hardly stand.

Her eyes turned red.

Oh no.

She shot a terrified look at Rose and I.

Then she drew her eyes back to her bloody hand with a look of horror over what's to come on her face, then they finally landed onto Jason.

She's gone.

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Maria's POV

NO!

I can't do this again!

But it's already happening.

Suddenly, I was watching my own actions from the back seat. I have no control, pure instinct has the wheel.

And it's terrifying.

Last time I let this happen, people were hurt. Badly.

. . . There was so much blood.

Speaking of blood, Wolfie's smells so good.

NO! No, stop!

I got the upper hand quickly.

The monster in me doesn't necessarily care who she's beating up to get what she wants. And right now, she wants Wolfie's blood. Wolfie may care less than me when my head is on straight, but my instincts are primal, they don't take emotions into consideration.

Not even mine.

Especially not mine.

My vision that's tainted red, honed in on his neck. Right where a mate's mark goes.

But vampire mates take blood from each other to mark one another.

My instincts are obviously driving me to mark my mate. To take his blood,

But I don't know if I could stop myself if I started. I fed this past month, but I can't be sure if it will be enough to keep me from losing control.

From taking too much.

From killing him.

I would never forgive myself.

But that doesn't matter now. My instincts have taken over. Like I said, they don't care about feelings, only nature, and nature demands that Wolfie and I are together. I already have him pinned to the ground. My fangs, that have been out since the hybrid attack, ache like no tomorrow. Flashes of red are going across my vision just imagining the taste of his blood on my tongue. I made one last ditch effort to keep myself from marking him. From doing to him what he did to me.

But of course, I failed.

I saw myself dive down, fangs bared, vision red, throat parched, as my fangs pierced his soft skin.

I thought I would have a problem with the thick fur, but at the moment all I taste is blood. Sweet, sweet blood. The best thing I've ever tasted. The best thing I've ever felt.

Yet, tears poured down my cheeks.

everything keeps going in and out of focus.