Chapter 27

***Christian's P.O.V.***

**Sunday Night**

     I sighed heavily and lifted my hat up to run my fingers through my hair, yanking at it even. Staring up at Amy's dark house, I knew it.

     I knew I fucked up.

     Never in my life did I imagine I would raise my voice at her like that. It's just, she was being so fucking stubborn I had to. No that's not an excuse, but her safety was at risk.

     The rogues were plowing through our lands, two to three dozens at a time. There were children at risk. I had to leave, I had to make sure every one was safe. I feared they would see her and take her from me. My parents weren't there so I had to leave, I had to help everyone. My duty as an Alpha, I had to protect the pack. If the rogues knew she was my mate...

     My fist squeezed tightly shut at the disturbing images of their fithly hands on her.

     A light comes on in the far left corner of the house, catching my attention quick. It was Amy's room. Pushing my bare feet forward they skimmed across the cold wet grass until I stopped just underneath her window.

     Looking down, I see three little black pebbles. I bend down to pick them up and looked up at her window. I raise my arm back and threw the pebble at the window. Making a little tapping sound when it hits.

     No answer.

     I throw another one even harder, hitting the glass louder.

     Still no answer.

     By the time I raised my arm up to throw the last pebble, I see Amy opening up the window.

     "Are you fucking crazy!" She scowls down at me, sticking her head out of the window.

     I couldn't help but smile up at her, my heart already melting from her cold glare.

     Her brown hair was lightly tangled all around her face, those beautiful brown eyes were heavy from sleep. Her clothes were all crinkled up from rolling around on the bed I'm sure.

     Her sleepy appearance was enchanting and adorable to the eye.

     "I need to talk to you," I say softly.

     She scoffs and rolled her eyes at me, "Oh so now you wanna to talk? It's in the middle of the night, and now you wanna... have a little chat?" She mockingly says, doing weird motions with her hands.

     I nod my head, "Princess I really need to talk to you."

     She stares down at me for a moment, then smiles sweetly at me.

     "Ok, you can talk, you can talk to this," she told, holding up her middle finger at me and then walked away from the window.

     I laughed lightly at her quick thinking and sass. Ok, I deserved that.

     Is it me, or do women look and act even more sexier mad?

     "Princess please! I didn't mean to talk to you like that earlier!" I whispered/yelled.

     She came back to the window, then without saying a word. Shuts it before locking it and even yanking the curtains closed.

     I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my hair. Ok Princess, we'll do this the hard way then.

***Amy's P.O.V***

     After shutting the window and locking it, I go down stairs to get some water.

     Can't believe that butthole wants to 'talk'. After what he did, I don't feel like talking to him. I maybe acting like a child, but the way he acted towards me really hurt. And I'm use to being treated like that from Justin, but not him! I guess I just thought he would never talk to me like that.

     Ugh! I know... I'm just being a sensitive little bitch right now and overreacting. I sighed heavily, hating the way my own expectations of people always seem to leave me disappointed and hurt.

     I walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights, going up to the cabinets I grab me a small cup.

     Before I could turn on the faucet for the water. A hand covers my mouth and another goes around my waistline, pulling me back on them.

     My mind suddenly went into a fight or flight mode, and guess which one I chose...

     You're damn right I chose flight! I am not about to get killed in the arms of a psycho killer! I'm too younge!

     Struggling to get out of his hold I stomped on his foot and punched him in the dick with my free hand.

     The guy immediately withdraws his hand and groans in pain. I hear him fall to the ground and wasted no time and grabbed the first thing I seen for a weapon.

     Sadly it was a spatula...

     Turning around ready to attack, I look down to see Christian on the floor covering his dick I just sucker punched.

     "Oh thank God it's you!" I say, relived that it was him and not some random psychopath.

     He groans and rolls over in pain, "God damn it woman."

     "Hey! That'll teach you not to sneak into a persons house! By the way, qhat the fuck are you doing in my house!?" I asked, pointing the spatula at him.

     He slowly started to get up, and that's when I realized when watching his muscles flex. This mother lovin cracker has no god damn shirt on! Or shoes! Do these people not own any clothes!

     "You wouldn't let me talk," he says softly.

     I rolled my eyes at him, "Well I guess you know how it feels then," I mouthed.

     "Please Princess, I'm sorry for yelling at you," he apologized, taking a step closer to me while reaching his arms out.

     I smacked the flat part of the spatula to his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. Bending it slightly on his flesh. If he was here to apologize then I don't want to be distracted by his physic.

     He raised a brow at me when I did this.

     I bit my lip and looked down at my feet, "Do you guys not own any shirts? Or shoes for that matter!? I feel like everytime I see you now you're half naked."

     I hear him chuckle before he knocks the spatula out of my hand, continuing to stalk towards me. Fuck! I'm cornered! I'm FUCKING cornered!

     My heart was pounding hard and loud when he stops right in front of me. He was so close that I could see the little blue veins in his chest, and abs...

     I looked up at the ceiling, mentally fanning myself as I feel heat rise in my cheeks.

     Good laawd almighty, you better get this sexy son of a bitch away from me. I'm trying to be mad at him and you throw this shit in my face!?

     SOOO UNFAIR!!

     "Do I make you uncomfortable like this?" He asked, you could clearly hear the cockiness in his voice.

     Still looking up, at the dirty ceiling may I add! How the hell did I fucking miss cleaning that!? Ugh!

     "Nope," I lied, popping the 'p'.

     "Then why won't you look at me?" He asked.

     "Why won't you tell me the truth?" I challenged, still not looking at him.

     I hear him chuckle a little bit before wrapping his arms around my waist suddenly. My body relaxed in his hold, but my eyes remained on the ceiling.

     You got this Amy, just focus!

     "I will if you look at me," he whispers close.

     Aaannnd you suck, ugh! Why does he make it hard to resist!?

     My eyes traveled down to his, instantly getting sucked into the warm and welcoming black orbs.

     I opened my mouth to demand the truth from him. But instead he quickly smashes his lips down onto mine before I could get a word out. Blocking and fogging up my mind as he pulls me in closer, deeping the kiss.

     I could spend my entire life kissing these lips.

     My hands find their own way up to his bare back and slowly moved up to his shoulder blades. I feel him shiver under my touch and press his body even closer.

     I didn't want to stop, I wanted to continue with this unmatched pleasure. But something in me made me regretfully pull away.

     "Chris," I breathed out breathlessly, resting my forehead on his chin.

     He pulls back and smiles down at me, "I am sorry Princess, I couldn't help myself. It's been too long since I've tasted you."

     My eyes widened as my heart skips at his words, what's with his obsession and tasting me? Not that I mind, but you know it's....different...ly hot?

     My face turned serious, "Christian Shaw, you owe me some answers."

     He sighs deeply before nodding his head and stepping back a little, "Ok, but you might want to sit down for this."

     I raised my brow at him, but did as he said and went to sit in one of the kitchen table chairs. Crossing my ankles together because I couldn't do that with my actual legs. I waited patiently for him to speak.

     It better be a fucking nudity community.

     "I-I-I'm not sure how to just come out and say this without you thinking I'm crazy," he says, pacing back and forth nervously in front of me.

     "Well you could start from the beginning," I suggested, trying to sound helpful, but I'm pretty sure I sounded more like an impatient momma. Waiting for her son or daughter to explain why they did what they did.

     He stops and turns towards me, his face pales as fear was now in his eyes. He comes and kneels down in front of me, grabbing both of my hands in his. He brings them up to his warm lips, kissing my fingers.

     "What do you know about shape shifters?" He asked seriously.

     My brows creased together, "Shape shifters? Like people who turn into animals?" I asked, confused on why this as anything to do with his weird behaviour.

     He nods.

     I shake my head no, "Nothing really, just that they can change into a specific type of animal at any given time I guess. And if you get bitten or scratched by one, you're fucked," I answered honestly.

     He smiles, "You're correct, now what do you know about werewolves?" He asked more seriously, his face holding concern.

     I sighed, "I thought that was the same thing? But don't they dance naked under the full moon before going all wolfy?"

     Oh my god, that's why they're always naked!?

     He laughs while cupping my face and kissing my lips, "What goes on in that beautiful mind of yours Princess," he whispers against my lips, chuckling once more, "But no, we do not dance naked under the full moon. Well... not anymore."

     I'm pretty sure my eye balls looked like a god damn bowling ball. What the fuck did he just say?!

     His eyes instantly started to panic when I don't sat anything but just stare at him.

     I could visibly see him gulp nervously, "Princess I don't care about the rules anymore. I have to have you in my life, forever. Even if it kills me. I'm done hiding, I'm done hurtting you because they say I'm not suppose to tell you. That we don't belong together," he says softly, a scared look in his black eyes. Defeat suddenly appears on his face as he slowly drops his hands.

     My heart was hammering against my chest and my nerves started to go all haywire. But somehow I managed to take a calm hand and place it under his chin.

     Lifting his head back up to look at me, "You can tell me Chris."

     He bit his lip, as if contemplating on whether or not to tell me. I mean, he already did. But I needed to hear it actually come from his lips.

     "Princess I am so in love with you, but I'm afraid you won't accept me because.....because I'm a werewolf."