Trying To Move On

Chapter 4

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Dominic’s POV 9 months ago

I was sitting in my Black Literature class when I felt Laurels fear spike. She had been running at a constant level all day. It made me happy. Not that she feared me, well not entirely that. More that I had finally broken through her shell. Made her feel something. A lot of us in the pack had always wondered what her issue was. One day she just went blank, light a light bulb blowing. It was weird. Who does that after their father dies? Also I was happy that she belonged to me. My property. I had so many ideas about what to do with her when I got home.

I felt her pain levels spike and I was pissed. One of those fuckers is trying to have sex with my property. Well they wouldn’t like the end result. I put my books away and walked out of class, heading home. She was mine, if someone thought they could harm her they had another thing coming. Only I could do that.

I know I was supposed to love her, not hate her. I felt strong emotions towards her, but the strongest was disgust. She didn’t even try to look good.

Laurel was 5’5” and about 210 pounds. She had long hair that she kept natural. I had a very diverse pack so I knew something about black hair care. She didn’t get relaxers, so her hair was what they called curly. I called it nappy. Sometimes in their faces, sometimes not. She had large breasts and a fat ass. She would be stunning if she lost the weight and did something about those naps. As it were, I still don’t understand why fate had attempted to team me up with her. We were so different.

Im Italian. And I look pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. I have black hair that I keep somewhat long. It stops right above my eyes.  My eyes are green. The girls say they are a bright intriguing green that draw you in. Im well muscled, but duh! Im a wolf, it comes with the territory.

As I walked outside I took in the campus. The seasons were changing from summer to fall. The leaves were gold and orange and red. It was beautiful. If I had a proper mate, I would be planning a picnic so that we could enjoy the beauty of a Midwestern season change.

My pack is in Illinois. A suburb of Chicago called Palentine. It was gorgeous here. Not a lot of wood to run around in, really we only had a small two mile stretch of them, separating our neighborhood from the main shops. It was difficult to let our wolves out and run, but we figured it out. One thing Illinois does have is plenty of open fields. We use those to our advantage.

I pulled my hood up as the wind blew, it was getting chilly fast. I ignored the looks and remarks of the women I passed. They were always coming on to me, but I didn’t have time today. I had to get to my property. Someone else thought they could fuck her.

When I got to my home I rushed into the house without really taking anything in. I was in too much of a hurry to get to my room.

When I opened the door, what I saw and what I had expected crashed into each other.

On my bed, my property had been forced spread eagle. In between her legs was her mother, jamming some cylindrical object into her vag and slapping her.

Amber had been bitter since her mates death, and it was no secret that she, and her other children blamed Laurel.

I felt my erection start to grow as I took in my howling mate being violated by her mother. I grinned.