Hey readers,

I guess I owe you an apology for taking so long to update but I have had a lot on my plate. Not only do I have a few exams coming up, one down one more to go this month, but I have been updating my other werewolf story which seems to be going down brilliantly. If you haven’t already check it out!!

Anyway I will try and update this story more often, but thank you for the support, comments, votes and messages you guys have all been sending me. It really does make me want to write and get up the chapters quicker. Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter and don’t forget to tell me what you think.

Have a great time reading, oh and let me know if you do want me to try a Chuck Pov since I have been playing with the idea but want your opinion on it. This chapter is in Chloe’s Pov but tell me what you want from the story, I write to please after all.

Lots of love

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Chloe’s Pov

A whimper fell from my lips as I felt myself coming to, a light throbbing in my wrist the cause of it not to mention the splitting pain which I felt in my head. God what the hell just happened? Oh that’s right, I was tackled to the ground by my idiot of a mate who just happened to break my wrist before I passed out from the sight of it, I mean I may consider myself to be hard core when it came to blood and such but come on…my bone was sticking out of my arm. If you didn’t pass out from the sight then, well…whatever.

Frowning I tried to open my eyes only to find them as heavy as lead, my head lolling to the side as I breathed in only to be surrounded by an all to familiar scent. My mate. What the hell was he doing here?

“Chloe, Chloe baby are you alright? Talk to me, baby?”

I tested the mobility in my fingers as I tried to move them, my damaged wrist making it uncomfortable to do so. Shouldn’t I have healed by now, it was obvious to me that I must have been out for a while so why did it still hurt so much? Not enough to make tears spring to my eyes, but enough that it was pulsing painfully.

“Why isn’t she opening her eyes, I swear if you’ve done something wrong…”

I continued to take deep breaths as I felt my body hum with contentment, I may have hated the jerk but his scent done wonders for me. Hell, just the smell of him was making my wolf purr and my body buzz, it really was a shame he was such a jerk. I mean I could have forgiven the whole slag on his lap since we had just met after all, I was angry for peats sake, but the whole ‘I own you’ was a kick in the gut. Did he really view me as nothing more than a piece of property? I was a free spirit, I would not let him break that out of me!

“Why isn’t she waking up! You said she would be fine in a few hours, it has been a few hours!”

It was then I started to pay attention to the husky and strained voice which had been interrupting my mental conversation for the last few minutes. I knew who it was of course, how could I not recognise that all to delicious voice which sent shivers down my spine with every word he spoke. I scowled, bastard.

The voice was passing through my sleep filled haze more clearly as each second passed, but I couldn’t help but wonder where I was since the hotel I had been staying at did not have a bed this comfy, hell it felt like it was made of silk and I had to resist urge to moan out in comfort at how it felt against my skin.

“Tell me!” my mate demanded before I heard a crash and something which sounded like glass shattering down stairs, the high pitched noise causing me to wince as my head continued to pulse painfully. For fucks sake, I was injured! Couldn’t they at least try and keep it down or bugger off, either was fine with me.

As the shouting continued I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt my eyes flicker open, though when I was greeted with a ceiling which definitely wasn’t the hotels I found myself panicking, my eyes widening as I quickly propped myself up before swearing when I unfortunately put pressure on my damaged wrist.

I heard the noises quieten downstairs and I took the time to scan the room, only for my eyes to widen when I took in the fact it was definitely a boys room. For one it was huge, a flat screen TV as well as a number of other gaming consoles and music players situated around the room. The furniture I had to admit was gorgeous, it all being of a dark wood which fitted in the with forest green walls and the lush carpet which I knew would feel incredibly soft against my toes.

As I continued to scan the room I ignored the feet which pounded heavily up the stairs, my attention rather on taking in the rest of the large space. I was currently lying on the largest bed I had ever laid my eyes on, the frame of the bed a similar dark wood while the sheets were in fact made of a black silk which fitted the rest of the room.

It didn’t escape my notice either the pictures which were displayed on the walls, my mate grinning as he stood with his friends and family. I was shocked but silently pleased when I didn’t see any girlfriends in the pictures, but then again he could have taken them down when he obviously put me in his room. I sighed, was I really right to have so little trust in him?

“Chloe, oh thank god” I heard him breath as the door slammed open causing me to wince, but thankfully my head seemed to be losing the ache which I had woken up with.

I sat open mouthed as I took in his messy and un-kept appearance, his dark eyes filled with relief as his hair was all over the place. His clothes seemed creased and he looked as if he had been up for hours since he had the start of some major dark circles under his eyes which were starting to form. I knew it was late at night; it was almost pitch black when I had looked out the window when I had judged and took in the room.

“You need to sleep” I found myself saying, cursing myself internally for actually like I cared about the prick. Bad Chloe, bad!

“How are you feeling?” he asked as if he cared, I would have rolled my eyes if it hadn’t of been for the fact he seemed to have been generally worried about my well-being.

“Fine, my wrist still hurts though” I seemed to say before I could stop myself, my mate immediately striding towards me as he sat on the edge of the bed while he scanned me over in a way that for once didn’t feel as if he was picturing what I looked like naked.

“Why haven’t you healed?” he asked panicked as he held his hand out as if I would actually give him my wrist to look at, I stared at him with disbelief.

“No” I drawled as I shook my head, his eyes flashing with something which he managed to push away before I could get a proper grasp on it. Was it regret? Anger? Pain? Annoyance? Whatever it was, it was gone before I could get a grasp on it.

“Please” he stressed.

Now the word please was a strange word in my books, how it could be said in a number of different ways. The person asking could actually mean what they were saying so it would sound sincere, or it could be forced, as if they knew they had to say it yet it went against every fibre of there being to say that one seven letter word.

Chuck surprized me though, he said it with hesitation sure but it also sounded so sincere that I found myself holding my hand out to him before I could register what the hell I was doing! I frowned, I didn’t like the effect he had on me, at all.

“Thank you” he breathed as he grabbed my wrist, his touch gentle which surprized me. I mean sure he may not have meant it, but if we were facing facts he was the cause of the injury to begin with since he did tackle me to the ground. Trust me, if you could see how much muscle and how tall he towered over me you would have expected more than a broken wrist from the way he threw himself at me as if I was an escaped convict.

“Fuck” I hissed when he gently applied pressure to the joint, the pressure gone as soon as I made a noise of discomfort and pain.

“Sorry” I heard him mumbled before he brought my hand up to his lips, his tongue running along the bruised joint causing a shiver to run through me before I was overcome with exhaustion. It was strange really, considering it was clear I had been out for hours and yet I felt as if I could sleep for days on end.

“Sleep my angel” was all I heard him purr before I was out like a light, a blazing heat pressing against my back after I was laid out under the seemingly expensive bed sheets. “Mine” I heard him breath quietly in my ear, his nose nuzzling my neck. I should have pushed him off me since he had effectively curled his body around mine causing the heat from his chest to increase my own body temperature as mine done his, but I was so comfy that I couldn’t help but shift in his arms, my head resting on his bare chest before I was out like a light listening to his heart beat as it sent me into a gentle sleep.