Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 8

I sigh as I stand in front of the double doors, I take a deep breath and knock. I here a low 'come in' and

I twist the door handle and push the door open. Tyler was sitting at a large desk in the center of the

office; there was a small stack of papers on his desk. When he looked up, I could see bags under his

eyes, even when he's tired he's irresistible. I walk to his desk trying not to embarrass myself.

"Thanks," I murmur while handing him the card. His hand lightly touches mind as he takes the card

from my hand. I feel electricity flow through my body, pure pleasure. I quickly move my hand and hold it

to my chest.

"Why didn't you reject me," I mutter out loud not thinking about my actions.

He doesn't answer, but he stands up from his office chair and walks towards me.

"I told you that I'm not good for you." He breaths out, I know his wolf wants him to hold me, touch me.

"I don't care," I say my voice filled with emotion.

"Anna I-"

"I don't want to hear 'stay away' or 'I'm not good for you,' you're my mate!" I shout as a tear slides down

my cheek. "We were made for each other."

"If you're unhappy then reject me." He said with a straight face.

"No."

"Anna reject me." He orders. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

"What... no, I won't."

My back ran into the wood door as he held my arms at my side. My breath was heavy and my knees

weak.

"Say it," He demanded.

I shook my head and tried to free myself from his firm hold. But I had no luck. "Say it!" He hollered

again. I look him dead in the eyes as his grip on my wrists tightens.

"No!" I cry, praying he would let go.

"Anna I said-" I cut him off mid-sentence.

"I won't reject you!" More tears roll down my cheeks.

He lets go of my arms and turns the other way, facing away from me. "If you don't want to be my mate,

then you reject me!"

He takes a deep breath and turns back around. "I can't." He states directly.

"Why not?" I question crossing my arms.

"I can't because from the second I saw you I knew I didn't deserve you." He walks closer. "I wanted you

so bad; I wanted to make you mine." Our faces are inches apart. "You're so beautiful." His hand

caresses my cheek, and his thumb ran over my bottom lip sending shivers throughout my body. "But as

I said before I'm not good for you." His minty breath fans my face.

"How many times do I have to say I don't care." I move my lips closer to his, millimeters apart.

He runs his hand from my thigh up to my neck, sending shivers through my whole body. "I love the way

you react to my touch." He breaths out.

I can't take it anymore; I want to touch him, I need to feel his lips on mine. I move closer, our lips are

barely touching, and I gently press my lips to his. I know he's trying to control himself. I press harder.

He grabs my waist and starts to move with my lips in sync. I moan into our kiss; it's like nothing I've felt

before, its fireworks, electricity, that spark. I know my moan drove him over the edge, he presses

harder against my lips and slowly walks us over to his desk. I jump up on his desk, and he stands in

between my legs. He gently bites my bottom lip asking for an entrance; my body can't refuse.

He suddenly pulls away and whips his hand down his face. "This was a mistake." He sighs.

My heart breaks at his words. I get off his desk and run to the door, slamming it behind me I run down

the hallway and upstairs. I run to the guest bedroom, my tears hitting the wood floor. I swing the door

open and shut it behind me, sliding down the door my butt hits the floor. Tears start to pour from my

eyes. I thought for a second; he took down his guard.