Heeey, new chapter. So, I got over twenty votes last chapter so here’s a Weston POV.

Sorry if it’s not that interesting … :/

Xo, zabelle06

WESTONS POV:

“You stupid bitch!” I heard my father’s voice boom throughout the house. It was slurred and hard to make out – a sign that he was drunk once again. “You are so pathetic!” 

The nights my dad comes home drunk are the nights he thinks of mom, which was practically every night. The rare nights he actually comes home sober are when he’s in a meeting or doing his Alpha Job. It was normal in my house for dad to come home drunk. However, he never came home yelling and getting mad at anyone. He would usually just sulk off to his room and slump down in his bed.

Closing the door softly, I stayed in place and listened to the yelling. My eyebrows scrunched up as I heard the soft cries of the person he was yelling at. He was probably yelling at one of the older werewolves of the pack – most likely for stepping foot in the other pack’s territory without permission.

“You are good for nothing!” My dad continued to yell, his voice shaking the picture frames in the hall. That was the beauty of being an Alpha. You listened to no one, but everyone listens to you and you have complete power and the strongest out of everyone.

“Daddy, please! Why are you yell – “ Jade’s voice was small, laced with confusion and hurt. My head perked up at my sister’s voice. That was all it took for me to come running into the kitchen.

My father’s back was to me as he interrupted Jade’s pleading. “Shut up, you bitch!” Then he looked up at the ceiling, as if he saw God there or something. “You think this is funny? Haunting me with a look alike of my wife?”

Jade was in the corner, trying to get as far away from my dad as possible. I was rooted in place, shocked at what was going on. Her red and puffy eyes met mine as she wiped the tears rolling on her cheek with shaky hands.

My father took a long sip of scotch from the glass cup in his hand. After he finished it, he ran a hand in his graying hair, obviously frustrated. Looking at the glass and to my sister repeatedly, he finally swung his hand back and threw the cup, aiming for the wall right above Jade’s head.

Thanking my werewolf abilities, I ran in front of Jade and caught the glass just before it was about to hit the wall and shatter all over my sister. Taking the glass and slowly putting it down on the counter closest to me, I narrowed my eyes at my father.

“Well, hello son,” My father hiccupped and boomed at me with his Alpha voice. “Now go to your room and leave me alone!”

It should have had an effect on me, because he was Alpha. I was supposed to do what I was told. However, the strange thing was I didn’t. It was as if a new surge of power coursed through my body. I crossed my arms and threw him a dirty look. “No.”

My father looked confused, his smile dropping into a slight frown. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. I just stood there, waiting for his next move.

“Well then, we have to do this the hard way,” he smiled wickedly and started stomping towards us. He attempted to push me away, but I stood my ground.

“Bitch, get out here!” My father yelled at Jade who was behind me still, his face going red.

“Yes, Alpha,” Jade replied monotonously, stepping around me and facing my father.

She stood there like an innocent person who was put in jail. Her body was glued to the ground, while she desperately tried to wriggle out of my father’s orders. Fear, hurt, confusion, and all other emotions passed her face. She closed he eyes as a tear spilled out. Just before my father was about to slap her, I grabbed his hand and punched him in the face, knocking him out in the process.

I stared at my hand in shock and my father’s now slumped body on the ground. Did I just do that? No. I couldn’t have punched the Alpha – my own father!

Grabbing my hair in frustration, I yelled at Jade. “J, get out of here and stay with Eli and Jet for tonight! Don’t come back till I say so. He’ll be up soon and I don’t want you to be here.”

I started to shake, scared and lost. I was in total deep shit! This could not be good! I pleaded to my mother for forgiveness, knowing she was up there, staring at me with a look of disapproval. I kneeled down next to my father’s body. “I’m so sorry, mom,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

Jade’s arms went around me in a comforting hug. “Wes – Wes. Thank you,” she cried and she looked into my eyes. “Mom would be proud of you.”

I just sat there, not responding to anything. I didn’t believe what she said. How could my mom be proud when I hurt her husband? My father? Jade hugged me tighter before leaving.

I sat there for God knows how long and finally shook my head.

I had to get out of here. I had to see her. She’s my only escape.

Danny’s POV -

Weston’s hands came down from the wall and rested on my waist. He pinned me further into the cold barrier, pressing his muscular body against mine. It was as if he couldn’t get enough. Hell, I couldn’t get enough either. A low growl escaped the back of his throat as his lips moved softly against mine.

Damn, that was sexy,

My arms snaked around his neck. My hands moved on their own accord, playfully tugging his soft hair and running through it. To my surprise, my eyes even fluttered shut.

I felt his teeth nibble on my bottom lip and I moaned into his mouth. I would’ve fallen to the ground if it weren’t for him holding me up. He was making my knees go weak.

His tongue stroked by bottom lip, asking for entrance. However, I didn’t like to play easy. So, I took his bottom lip in between my teeth and pulled lightly. This caused him to moan and growl at the same time.

Damn, it wasn’t just sexy. It was sexy as hell.

He pushed himself into me harder and I could feel little Weston getting excited. That caused me to turn as red as a tomato. I couldn’t say I wasn’t turned on as well. That would be a lie.

Once more, his tongue stroked my bottom lip and this time, I gave him entrance. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, stroking my own. Crap, he tasted so good. A loud moan escaped my mouth as I tugged his hair in pleasure.

This kiss was aggressive, but kind. His lips were rough, but caressing. It spoke that he’s been waiting for this moment forever, but he wants to let me know he could wait. It was filled with emotions – thankfulness, adoration, fear, and so much more. I’ve never had a kiss so moving in my life.

Because of that, I never wanted this moment to end. The way his tongue swept across mine caused my taste buds to explode with excitement. The way his strong arms wrapped around my waist told me he would protect me whenever. The way his thumbs stroked circles on my lower back made me know he would comfort me and be kind with me. Just him general, made me dizzy. He made me high off his scent, drool off his looks, love his vulnerability and the way he was around me always gave me something interesting to look forward to everyday.

He was different.

Weston pulled out of the kiss, allowing both of us to breath. I was panting so hard and so was he. He rested his forward against mine and looked straight into my eyes. I was again shocked by the darkening of his pupils and the way it grew bigger before going back to his normal beautiful, crystal blue eyes again. His calloused hand came up to my face and stroked my cheek.  

His lips stretched into a kind smile as a dimple appeared on his cheek. I was pretty sure I was smiling like crazy too. He pressed his lips to mine once more for a few seconds and said, “You-“

Then the window Weston was throwing rocks at a few hours ago shattered, interrupting whatever Weston was going to say. The glass shattered into a tiny million pieces as Weston tried to shelter my whole body with his. I let out a piercing scream.

“What the hell?” Weston muttered when we finally calmed down. He let go of me and turned around. I let my eyes wander at the tiny glass pieces on my carpet that was sparkling under the moonlight. But that’s not what caught my eye.

Weston carefully walked around the shards, trying not to get his feet cut in the process. He picked up the huge rock that was now on the floor – the main cause of the window breaking. All over the rock were words written in red ink.

My eyes widened, recognizing the fine print. I stood rooted to the ground as Weston looked at me for approval to go on. My mouth felt like there were a million cotton balls in it and my throat was unexpectedly very dry. So instead, I nodded, feeling hot even when the cold air from outside was blowing across my skin.

Weston eyed me cautiously before reading the words on the rock. “I thought you wouldn’t be scared even if your window breaks, love? Love, the Silver Bullet.”

Hope you kind of loved it?

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Xo, zabelle06