~Alana~

I was terrified of this man. We were always told to look out for him and to be mindful of when he was near. We were told these horror stories as children about this man and his father, and how ruthless they were. I sighed as I watched my home grow farther and farther the more we drove. I looked at him and felt my heart flutter. He was quite handsome, to say the least, but he also had this aura that terrified me to my core. My wolf Amora was already in love with his wolf, whose name was Charles. I wonder what his inner wolf's name was? Mine's is Nymeria. I've let her out a few times so she doesn't end up hating me, but that's usually when I am alone. I felt his eyes on me and I looked up toward him. My breath caught in my throat. His face was covered in stubble, his grey eyes had softened slightly when he saw me, and his dirty blonde hair was uneven and sticking up in every direction. I felt my heart stop for a moment before it picked back up.

However, when he growled my butterflies went away, and they were replaced with fear. I feared this man with my every being, but somehow I love him at the same time. I know it's the mate bond, but I can't help but feel a tinge of fear every time I look at him. He noticed how I felt and smirked.

Damn, even that is sexy. I blushed a deep red and hoped he didn't smell my split second of arousal.

Oh, how wrong I was.

I heard his low, guttural growl and it shook me to my very core. I didn't dare look at him. I pretended it didn't happen and hoped he would leave it at that.

How wrong I was, once again.

"Didn't know it took so little to pleasure you. I shall keep it in mind." I sucked in a breath and covered my face. I felt myself blush again and figured he was going to comment on it. He grabbed my hands forcefully and I gasped and looked up at him. He growled lowly.

"Don't ever, cover yourself again. Understand?" All I could do was nod my head. He growled once again before letting go. For a split second, I enjoyed his touch before he removed his hands. I sighed sadly and looked out the window. Amora was calling out to Charles again and it made my heartache. It hurt that his wolf already loved mine, yet his human couldn't love me.

'He'll love you, I promise. Charles said that Maverick was still angry because of your past. However, he noticed how our parents talked to us, and he sees why you did it. Just give him time, and let him know the real you.' Amora said before she stopped talking to me. I sighed. I wish it was that simple. I wanted to strike conversation, but I didn't know where to start. It would seem cliche to ask what his favorite color was.

'Charles says that Maverick wants to try and talk about things, but he also doesn't know where to start.' Amora stated again and it made me smile.

'Should I say something first?' I asked her and she nodded furiously. I chuckled, but I accidentally chuckled out loud. I blushed a deep red as Maverick looked toward me.

"What's so funny?" He asked, slightly amused by my outburst.

"Nothing, just something Amora did." I blushed again and he chuckled. Goddess, he doesn't even have to try to be sexy. I cleared my throat quickly as I thought of what to say.

"Hey what's your," We both paused. We both tried to speak at the same time. I blushed and stayed quiet.

"You go first," I mumbled quietly. Maverick gave me a small smile.

"No, I insist. You ask first." I shook my head.

"You started to speak first, Maverick. You go," Maverick let out a playful growl and I giggled furiously. I covered my mouth as I let out an accidental snort. Maverick burst out laughing and good goddess was it beautiful. I smiled at him and felt my heart flutter. I didn't think he would want to talk to me after what he had heard. As Maverick and I calmed down our laughing, we had ended up holding one another's hands. I blushed furiously and he cleared his throat. He looked a bit flustered with my hand on his. I squeezed his hand softly then placed mine in my lap. He cleared his throat again before he spoke.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked quietly and I tried hard not to giggle. He looked at me strangely before he shook his head lightly.

"My favorite color is teal. What's yours?" I said softly and I heard his breath hitch a little. I grew confused. Did I do something to make him do that?

"Grey." I smiled softly and was immediately reminded of his eyes.

"Like your eyes?" I saw him go stiff and he nodded once then looked out the window. Great, now what did I do?

'Charles says the color grey is a tough subject. Maybe when he is more comfortable with us he will tell us.' I sighed when Amora said that. I put my hand on top of his and he quickly looked at me.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to." Maverick sighed and shook his head.

"It's fine. It's just a touchy subject." I nodded my head and sighed.

"Well, what's your favorite food?" I asked quietly and he thought for a moment.

"I don't know if I have one, to be honest. I eat almost anything." I frowned slightly before I spoke.

"Well, my favorite food is chicken. I like anything with chicken." I gave him a small smile and he nodded. It dawned on me that I have no idea how old Maverick is.

"Maverick?" I asked softly and he hummed in reply. He had laid his head against the seat and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap.

"How old are you?" He chuckled.

"Five-hundred and twenty-six," I choked on my own spit.

"What?" I looked at him as if he had three heads. He laughed his deep and beautiful laugh again, and it was then that I realized he was joking. I slapped his chest lightly and scoffed. He growled lowly and it wasn't until then had I realized what had happened. I looked over to him and gave him a cheeky smile. He growled and pulled me closer to him. I grew stiff a little, remembering who this man was, and just how dangerous he was. I sighed lightly and forced myself to relax into his touch. Maverick cleared his throat.

"You should get some sleep, it's a long way back." I nodded in compliance, not wanting to anger him.

"You still haven't answered my question, Maverick," I asked as I looked up slightly. My breath got caught in my throat once I realized just how close we were. Maverick seemed to notice as well and he smirked. I shivered slightly and he sighed.

"I lied about the five-hundred part. I'm twenty-six. How old are you, Alana?" The way he said my name made me shiver.

"Twenty," I muttered and he nodded. He sighed and placed a blanket that was next to him on top of me.

"Get some sleep, we'll be there in a few hours." I nodded and fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.

~Amorelli~

After Marshall, Elina, Maverick, and Alana left, Alistair was still in charge and he growled as he dragged me away to our bedroom after telling Diesel to start training the warriors. He dismissed Dimitri as well, and I giggled at how eager Alistair was. He growled at me and pulled me close to him after we had reached our room.

"Well, someone is eager," I laughed as his hands roamed my body. I giggled, finding the moment funny. I moaned slightly during my laughing fit and he growled.

"We have unfinished business," I giggled but screamed when he bit my mark. I shook and he caught me from when my knees buckled.

"And what would that be?" I asked innocently as I shuddered from his breath hitting my neck.

"The car ride back, you vixen," Alistair pushed me onto the bed and I laughed. He quickly shrugs off his pants and pulled me closer by grabbing my hips. I gasped as I felt him between my legs. I burst into another giggle fit as he realized I was still fully clothed. He took off my shoes and then yanked off my leggings. I gasped as I heard a tear.

"Alistair, if that tore I swear to god," I was cut off when he ripped my underwear in half. I gasped and gave him my best glare.

"Those. Were. My. Favorite." He chuckled, obviously not caring.

"Too bad," Alistair once again pulled me close by grabbing my hips and I gasped once again.

"I'm going to finish what he started earlier."