07

Harry and I have stayed in my mother's house for almost a week, hiding from my father and his pack. We spend the days inside and he never leaves my side for the most part. It's fun having him around and I enjoy seeing him in a much more relaxed state.

But I love the moments when he comes out of the shower. He's flawless and seeing him with water dripping down his chest with his hair in curls, it makes me weak.

I like falling asleep beside him too. He lets me run my fingers through his hair and touch his face. It's like I'm touching a model; his beauty something I'd never seen before.

The mornings I wake up to him touching my face are the mornings he always blushes at. He's going soft, slowly but surely. He never smiles for anyone but me (occasionally though) and sometimes my mother.

As we stay here, he hasn't turned into a wolf at all and he says it feels nice not having to. I don't mind if he's a wolf, though, because he isn't dangerous to me.

"Mae," Harry whispers, my eyes squeezing before I open them.

The room is still covered in darkness, my body moving to look at him.

"What's wrong?" I ask, his fingers pulling my head into his neck.

"I need to talk with you," he whispers, my arm wrapping around him.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

"Your father just threatened me and I'm worried about you," he says, my hand rubbing his back.

"He said he'll find me and take you first and make me watch as he'd have Dean do whatever he wants to you. Your own father spoke so low of you and I'm scared he'll pull this shit. I've never been scared before," he admits, my lips kissing his shoulder.

"You're here. You'll keep me safe," I say, his lips releasing a sigh.

"Yes. I will," he says, my lips curving.

I stay up, running my fingers over his back to calm him down. His arms are tight, no chance of escape. My eyes close and I fall asleep in his arms.

When I wake up, I manage to get out of Harry's grip and walk to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and put clothes on, walking out to Harry. He's lying on his back and I climb on top of him, his lips curving.

"Are you feeling better?" I ask, his shoulders shrugging.

"I won't feel better until this passes," he explains, my lips pressing to his cheek.

I climb off him and he gets up, walking into the bathroom to shower. My eyes watch the rain fall and I look around, my eyes landing on something in the distance. As soon as Harry's out, I signal for him to come closer and he looks out the window. He frowns, eyebrows crunching.

"Dean," he grits, my eyes watching his body move away from the window and out my bedroom door.

"Harry," I call, his feet already halfway down the stairs.

"Harry," I try again, chasing after. He turns and looks up at me, my feet running to him.

My hands grab his cheeks and I press my lips to his urgently, not thinking about anything else. His arms move around me and he kisses me back, holding me to his body.

Our first kiss.

The fact still swarms my mind as we exchange a hot, passionate kiss. He doesn't let me go, only pulling me closer before he goes and deals with Dean.

I pull away and our heavy breathing mixes together, my eyes opening to flicker up. We meet gazes and I'm left speechless, his fingers moving to my cheeks.

He kisses me again and I close my eyes, feeling my entire body ignite.

"Stay here. Don't come outside," he whispers, my head nodding.

"Please stay safe. Don't get hurt," I try, his head nodding.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back," he says, my head nodding. He shifts and runs outside to the place Dean was once standing.

I watch as the interaction occurs, my lips puffed from our kiss. My hand holds onto the door, anxious for him to come back into the house.

It takes minutes before he turns back around, my eyes shutting as a sharp noise is heard in my mind. I fall to the floor, covering my ears as something takes over my mind.

I will find you. Don't think you can run away, my father's voice says, my lips releasing a scream.

You may think you have me fooled but I know you're at home. I have you surrounded, he taunts.

I scream again, scared as to what is going on. A muffled voice is heard and my wrists are grabbed by someone, my only thought that it's my father.

Come back to me, Esmae. And you'll be safe, he almost whispers, my eyes squeezed shut as I'm lifted into someone's arms.

"Open your eyes. Don't let it control you," someone whispers, my head still hearing a ringing.

"Listen to me and focus. Push it out of your mind," it states, my head feeling as if it weighs a hundred pounds.

"He won't get you. I'm right here. Listen to what I'm saying and block his voice out of your head," Harry whispers, my hand grabbing his hand and tightening my fingers around it as I focus on his voice. He talks to me in whispers and I start to relax, listening to him.

His hand runs against the moisture on my cheeks, my eyes fluttering open to look at him. His eyes are staring into mine immediately and I close my eyes again, attempting rid the fear that currently runs through my body.

"Look at me," he says, my head turning to look up at him. He's cradling me in his arms as he sits on the couch, my eyes met with his immediately.

"I can tell you're scared," he says, lifting me up so he can hold me better.

"Why does he want me kidnapped so much?" I ask, his lips pursing.

"Because you're my mate. You are destined to be a Luna and can overthrow him. You're ten times more powerful than he is, even in your non-wolf being."

I sigh and he tightens his arms, my head burying into his neck.

"What did he say to you?" he asks, brushing my cheek.

"He'll find me and that he'll take me away. This house is surrounded," I say, his hand holding my cheek. He frowns and I nestle closer to him, his head looking down at me.

"We'll figure something out. We'll have your mother get us things while we hide out here. Keep doing what we do," he says, my head nodding. He leans his head on mine slightly and I move my hand to the nape of his neck, his moving to look at me.

"You kissed me," he whispers, my eyes watching his.

"I know."

"Why?" he asks, my lips releasing a sigh.

"I-I was worried you were going to get hurt," I tell him, worried about what his reaction will be.

"I know what I'm doing," he says, lips pursed.

"I'm sorry," I say, getting off his lap and walking up the stairs. I knew he would act this way but he kissed me back and pulled me back in for another kiss.

When I step in my room, my wrist is grabbed by Harry's hand. He swings me around and grabs my cheeks, pressing his lips on mine. I stumble slightly, his hands pulling me closer to stabilize me.

He moves his hands to my waist and pulls me tightly to him, my hands pressing to his bare chest. He tugs at my shirt and sets his hands beneath the material. My hand moves into his hair and he moves his lips to my neck, my eyes closing at the feeling. He tugs at my skin, darkening the skin. I gasp once he runs over the sweet spot, his tongue running against the mark.

His lips run back up to mine and my eyes close, his teeth grabbing my lower lip and biting. I start to feel nauseous and he catches me, my eyes closing as he presses his lips to my forehead.

When I wake up, Harry's sitting on the chair in my room and he looks up at me.

"Are you alright?" he asks, my head nodding.

I feel sore. My head is pounding and I sit up, looking over at Harry.

"Why did you do that?" I ask, his body by my side immediately.

"It's mating," he says, my lips pursing.

"So suddenly you want to mate?" I ask, his fingers running through his hair.

"Mae," he tests, but I throw my hand up.

"You're the only who said you didn't want to do the mating process," I remind him, his fingers grabbing my wrists and forcing me to look in his eyes.

"I never said I didn't want to. I said I wouldn't hurt you. Don't you try to get smart with me!" he yells, my wrists in pain under his touch.

"Now, if you have anything else you want to claim I did when I really didn't, go for it," he grits, my eyes filling with fear almost immediately.

He doesn't seem to notice, his anger directed at me. The fear his gaze places on me is enough to make me scared of him.

"Y-You're hurting me," I say, his face dropping as his eyes go to his hands. He quickly releases me and I move off the bed, walking down the stairs with him following me.

"Mae, I'm so sorry," he tries, my wrists already forming bruises. I don't turn around, his fingers grabbing my waist and turning me into him. My eyes are still on the bruises that are forming, my eyes flickering up to him.

I shake my head, shying away from him much to his dissatisfaction.

"Mae, please," he says, my back coming in contact with a wall.

"Don't come closer," I rush, his body so intimidating. "Please."

He seems to deflate, my eyes looking down at the floor.

"You're scared of me," he says, my eyes looking up at him.

"God, please don't be scared of me," he says, getting down on his knees in front of me.

He grabs my hands and splays kisses across my wrists, my breathing hitched in my throat. He looks up at me and he stands, my lips pressing together.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers.

"I didn't mean to," he continues as I stay quiet. He moves closer and leans his head in, my arms crossing over my chest.

"Please, forgive me. I'm so sorry," he whispers in my ear, setting a kiss on my jaw. My eyes shut and he continues to kiss my cheek, my nose releasing a sigh.

I stand small compared to him, his head leaning down as well as his body just to kiss my cheek. My eyes remain closed as he continues to kiss my skin, his hands setting on my waist.

"Mae," he whispers, his hot breath tickling my neck.

"I want to tell you that I've resisted mating. And now I found my mate and I can't stop being with you, Mae. You consume my every thought and I swear to God, seeing fear in your eyes, it made me feel horrible and I never want to feel that again. Please, forgive me, Mae. Please," he whispers, pleading in my ear.

My head turns and I look up at him, his forehead leaning down on mine. I move my hands to his upper arms and I lean up on my toes, pressing my lips to his cheek.

"Promise me you'll never do that again," I whisper, his lips so pink as he parts them to stare down at me.

"I promise. Trust me," he says, his lips pressing to mine in a soft kiss.

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