For the Taking ?

9 ? Want

The muscles in my jaw clenched as I strained to keep myself from lashing out. He wanted me to admit to something I hadn't even admitted to myself. I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that she was completely wolf-less, easy picking for any other werewolf.

Desmond tilted his head to the side as I silently looked at him. I was boiling with aggravation; this all couldn't have happened at a worse time.

When he realized, I wasn't going to say anything he gave me a disappointing look as he moved to the door. "When you're ready to face the music, you know where to find me." He paused just before he closed the door. "And Osiris, I'm not going to pretend forever. It isn't right for the pack and it's definitely not right to her."

He shut the door leaving me to my own devices. My shoulder slumped in defeat.

She was making things more difficult than they already were. She was a nuance I didn't need nor wanted. Desmond was right though I feared her helplessness, it would get her killed so much easier.

I find my mate and come to realize she's a fragile piece of glass one clumsy move and she ends up dead. I rubbed my face stressed battling the contradictive thoughts in my head.

One side of me despised her and then the other part begged to touch her soft flesh. She was like a siren calling to my wolf in a soft song that left me mesmerized. How could such a little thing drive me this mad? It infuriated me it should be this hard to function without her invading every thought I had.

I fell back into my chair. I need to relax if I fed into this annoying feeling, I was going to end up doing something rash. It didn't matter what Desmond wanted me to do, I couldn't claim her, no right now anyways.

I had that coward of an alpha from her previous pack demanding I give him an answer as to where she was. Those guards at the border had to have run their mouths, I knew I should have killed them. Desmond is too kind telling me not to bother with them.

Now, look where it's gotten us.

I could let Philip in and show him she's not here but that meant hiding her elsewhere. If she was in the vicinity with him, I'd lose my mind, after I witnessed how he treated her there wasn't telling what I'd do.

Fuck I wanted to kill him then and there and I still itched to rip his throat out now.

I could always continue my refusal, but I could tell his lack of respect was evident for the fact that he was becoming relentless. Refusing him would only keep him away for so long.

Picking up the form I had been looking over earlier I tried to stop the guesswork of making up scenarios. Getting worked up on what if's wasn't going to do anything for me but distract me.

But her big brown eyes continued to flash in my mind. I wanted her deep down but like I've told myself a million times, I couldn't have her.

"Goddammit!" I shouted balling up the paper and throwing it across the room.

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"Harder Aspen!"

Small specks of dust flew into the air as her boxing glove hit the trainer pad, I held. She was out of breath but still pushed through it following my order to better follow-through her punch.

I wasn't sure if it was my pent of anger that had me practically screaming at her to do better or the fact that seemed to be lacking in her skills after her week-long vacation. Aspen was my lieutenant but since her return, she wasn't acting like it.

"Again!"

Another punch hit the pad and my palm buzzed with the familiar sting of her throw.

"Again, Aspen! Harder!"