Chapter 28

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A couch.

That's where I ended up sleeping. On a couch in the living room- despite there being about 15 beds in the whole mansion. And all that just because Blake-pooper-Miller didn't want me out of his sight.

It was no surprise when I woke up all stiff and frowning. The only thing that actually softened my mood was the fact that Sam was sleeping in the love seat with his body in an awkward position right across from me. At least I wouldn't be the only one suffering from cramps. Yawning, I tried to stretched my arms and was standing up to go to the bathroom when I tripped.

Yelping, I looked down at my feet and saw a human lying on the floor sleeping. My frown deepened when I realised it was Blake- he had a large blanket covering him up but I had a feeling he didn't have any clothes on...

With wide eyes I watched, mortified as he groaned and turned his body around. The blanket fell further and I let out a squeal as I slapped my hands in front of my eyes. He groaned again- a low husky groan that sent shivers down my spine but I didn't dare look up.

"Hayley?" He said, his voice resounded deep and slow in my ears. I didn't trust myself to open my mouth and speak so I kept it shut and clamped my hands tighter around my eyes. I heard the shuffling of blankets and popping sounds which sounded like someone stretching. I had the intense and terrifying urge to look.

Don't look. My mind screamed.

LOOK. My body screamed back.

DON'T LOOK.

LOOK.

DON'T LOOK.

LOOK.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I suddenly screamed.

"What?"

Wait - I said that aloud? Shocked, I ripped my hands away from my face, "I said that aloud- oh god."

Hard, chiseled, chipped, masculine, hot, full, eight.

Those were the words I could use to describe his glorious abs. I never wanted to touch a man's abs as much as I wanted now...Wait...what did I just think? My body froze as I tried to process what had been going on in my head. I finally came to the conclusion that I did not want to touch his abs. Not at all. Even if they still looked so yummy and- Nope, I did not want to have anything to do with his abs.

I painfully lifted my eyes off the gloriously- ugly sight of his muscles and fixed my gaze on his face. His mouth pulled into a slow and sexy- not smirk.

"Are you done with the ogling?" He cocked his head to the side.

"I wouldn't call it ogling-" I started.

"-You prefer the word eye-raping?" His smirk widened.

"No." I glared, "I prefer the word 'unimpressive' since I've seen eight packs my entire life at the underground." This time I was the one smirking while he glared at me.

But the thing was that I hadn't ever seen eight packs at the underground. The men there mostly had six packs.

"You're never going to the underground." He growled.

"I don't remember ever giving you the permission to boss me around," I shrugged.

"I won't let you."

"And why is that? I'm already used to seeing men half-naked."

If it were even possible, Blake's eyes whirled into a pitch black colour. With every angry breath he took, his chest would rise up and his muscles would ripple. I forced my eyes to stay fixed to his face but it was very hard.

"It's dangerous for a girl to 'hang out' there," he lifted up his fingers to quote the words 'hang out.'

"For your information, I do not 'hang out' there. I fight," I scowled and mockingly quoted the same words.

"It's still dangerous, so I won't allow you to go,"

"I don't care about what you allow or don't allow me to do, Blake! I do what I want, when I want and how I want," I crossed my arms together and pointedly stared at him.

"Well you're living in my house so you can't do what you want," he slammed his hand on the table and I winced when Sam slightly twitched in his sleep.

"Fine! I'll live somewhere else, don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon," I glared at him as his face fell.

"What?" He whispered.

"You heard me! I won't live with you anymore if it's like that. I don't want to live with someone who orders and controls me day and night,"

"You can't do that," he shook his head.

"Why not?" I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Because you're mine!" And before I could react he latched his hands onto my wrist and pulled me into his arms roughly. Letting out a small squeak of surprise, I placed my hands against his chest. It took me just a second before I realised that I was touching his abs. It was smooth and hard just like chocolate and I wanted to run my hands over them but held back. That would have been so creepy.

"Let me go Blake," I said but I didn't make any move to get away from him.

"No. Hayley..." He sighed, "I need you."

My breath caught in my throat as he clutched my waist tighter. I need you. Did he really need me?

"Why?" I finally succeeded in saying. He stayed quiet for a minute before sighing again.

"You know how...what creature I am?"

I nodded my head against his chest as he continued.

"Yes so have you ever read werewolf books?"

I scrunched my eyebrows, "I know you're some kind of werewolf but what does that have to do with books-"

"Just answer my question," He interrupted.

I blinked before slowly nodding, "Yeah that's basically how I know werewolves exist,"

"Good, so what do most of the werewolf stories contain?"

"Uh...I don't know Blake, where are you going with those questions?" I sighed, frustrated.

"It's important Hayley, I need you to answer my questions. Now what do most werewolf books contain?"

I frowned at his question. What did werewolf books contain?

"Werewolves?" I suggested, wincing at my stupid response.

"Yes but what do werewolves do?"

"They howl and are extremely possessive-"

"Yes! We're getting somewhere- why are they possessive?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Uh...because they're jealous?"

"Why are they jealous?"

I smiled at that, "Because they can't stand the thought of their mates getting close to anyone."

Blake stared down at me and I stared back confusedly. Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Blake-"

"That explains everything," he interrupted.

"Explains what?"

"It explains why I get jealous and possessive when you're hanging around a guy that isn't me," he finally let out in a rush.

I blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

"What?" I gasped. Is he saying what I think he's saying?

"You're my mate, Hayley."



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