Valnush groaned as she dragged me through the forest. My legs scraped against the hard ice-like snow.

I gasped in between my drunken rant as something occurred to me.

I had never thought about it like that, it seemed like they always had to take care of me resulting in their separation. Even now Valnush is dragging me home because I was acting like a fool in the hall.

And with that, she left quickly. Didn't have to tell her twice.

I sang an old southern song as I pranced through the trees, I thought I looked wonderful but to others I probably look like a new born giraffe walking for the first time.

I could see the chimney of the cabin blowing smoke, I was almost home. I felt accomplished, I was capable of a simple task.

I really thought I would make it until I felt like my throat was exploding. Vomit skyrocketed out of my mouth with impeccable speed. I hunched over next to a tree trying to keep myself up. Another wave of vomit hit before I blacked out face first into the snow.

I don't know how long I laid there but my head was spinning and I was freezing, my skin felt like it wanted to fall off. The scent of the male hit my nose before I felt him lift me up. I was thrown over his shoulder before he began to take long strides.

His boots crunched in the snow and clanked against the wood of the porch. I instantly moaned as the hot air of the cabin consumed me.

He placed me on the floor next to the fire place before draping the wool blanket over me.

I watched him take off his overcoat before throwing more wood into the fire and mending it. The muscles on his back flexed with every slightest movement. This intrigued me more than it should've.

He disappeared into the kitchen before the sound of the kettle whistled throughout the air. The hum was enough to drive me into a blissful drunken sleep.

My eyes fluttered open as I felt something wet and warm touch my face. My eyes focused on the male as he whipped my face with a rag.

I felt the built up drool, and vomit leave my skin. Probably a terrible sight to see, he threw the rag into the flame before picking up a teacup at his side.

I was too mesmerized by his lack of clothing, his shirt was gone now. Water droplets cascaded down his chest and into the hem of his pants.

He must've showered, his body was pure muscle. If I hadn't seen it myself I'd think being this muscular was impossible. He was beautiful.

A grunt had pulled me out of lala land as I noticed he was trying to hand me the cup. My hands wrapped around his as I took it from him, in the process I almost dropped the cup from the sparks his touch had given me.

I muttered before taking a sip, it was tea with honey. By the taste I could tell it was Lorlak tea, a tea that battles sickness. Often given to pups when they caught a cold.

He sat back on the couch just watching me, his golden-amber eyes bringing me to the brink of insanity. They were now my favourite colour, I could look at them all day.

I tilted the cup up before finishing all of the tea, a drizzle ran down the corner of my lip before reaching my chin. I liked the sweet liquid off my lips before wiping away the stray drizzle.

I whispered as I looked towards the flame. I was nervous.

When he didn't respond I looked up at him. He was just staring at me.

He questioned, I didn't know hearing his voice could bring me so much satisfaction, it was almost sad that I was so whipped over him.

I said as I stood up and made my way towards the stairs.

He growled, the neutral tone in his voice had disappeared and was now replaced with anger.

I stood still staring at him warily, if he thought I was going to go to him he was crazy. The crazed look in his eyes and the stone features no longer held any signs of him, only of a feral.

No movement, I couldn't. I was terrified.

Before I could process what was happening I was pressed against the wall, I clutched onto the blanket for dear life.

That's when I realized I couldn't breathe, his massive hand was wrapped around my throat restricting me. I dropped the blanket before clawing at his hands to let me go.

His eyes observed my reaction before a trace of a smirk played on his lips before it disappeared.

His eyes wandered down towards the outfit I had made, before he 'tsked' and loosened his grip. His free hand pressed firmly on my waist letting the tingles cloud my head.

His eyes made my skin feel hot, as if it was beating me up. I felt him began to lift me up higher causing me to push up on my tippy toes so I could breathe.

Was this his attempt at pushing me away? He wanted to treat me like everyone else. Sadly for him I wasn't just anyone, I was his mate.

I whispered as I looked blankly over his shoulder. I couldn't even argue with him, I knew he wouldn't hear me out. I had never planned to wear this outside. Nush had pulled me out before I could change into something more proper.

He huskily questioned right into my ear.

Silence, I was sober now and no longer in the mood to play cat and mouse with him. It was immature.

Without a response he grabbed me by my upper arm and led me upstairs. I was shocked when he abruptly pushed me into his room before closing the door, I heard his footsteps linger downstairs until I heard the door shut.

I exited his room before making my way to my own, I was exhausted.

The next morning I had woken up halfway off my bed with my hair in a dangerous knot like mess. Dried up drool smeared across my face.

I kicked off my clothes before taking a long hot shower and dressing in my favourite fur outfit. The bottoms fit my curves while the long sleeve had a cute neck line cut. I was too lazy to do anything with my curls so I pulled my damp hair into a high bun on top of my head.

I made my way into the hallway only to realize the male wasn't here, I couldn't feel his presence anywhere. I peeked into his room only to see his sheets had not been touched.

Did he sleep at all? After that long journey he hadn't even rested for a bit.

I trotted downstairs allowing the brisk air to sleep through the fur, the fire was almost completely burnt out. My stomach growled queuing me to make breakfast.

I decided on pancakes and sausage, this was perfect because I had collected the syrup myself in the prior week, it was perfect, fresh syrup was always the best.

I made enough sausage and pancakes for the male and I, I would assume that he would be back soon. I looked at the food boringly, fresh strawberries would to the trick.

I chopped a whole bowl of it until my finger slipped on the last one making me yelp. Blood seeped out as I made my way to the sink. I turned the water on cool as I washed it off.

The door slammed open resulting in my heart jumping out of chest. I turned my back to see the male scanning over the cabin looking for any threats. He held a stack of wood in his arms before dropping it in a heap on the floor.

I held his gaze as he strides over to me, his eyes wander to the finger that I was clutching desperately.

I haven't shifted in awhile, my wolf's strength had depleted greatly. I wasn't comfortable enough to let her out, lord knows what the Northerners would do if they caught me out in the woods.

The male removed my hand from blocking his view of the injury before holding my injured hand. Anticipation filled me as he brought it closer to his face. He was so tall that I had to take a step closer so I wouldn't have to strain my shoulder.

My knees grew weak and buckled when his tongue swiped across the cut, it tingled before a calming feeling traveled through me. I slowly pulled my hand away to see the vanished cut. It was gone.

I muttered as I looked down, I was embarrassed for cutting myself and also because I was acting like a hormonal teenager when all he did was lick my finger. It shouldn't have felt that good, I mean I wouldn't mind him licking me again.

I watched him walk away to mend the fire, throwing in a few blocks of fire wood. I cleaned up my mess before platting the food I had made.

I stated, his back was facing me which made me anxious, I couldn't see his reaction. Quietly I moved the food onto the kitchen table.

To my surprise he turned around and sat down in a kitchen chair. Though the table was massive it seemed small now that he was sitting at it.

I took three pancakes off the stack and pushed the plate with the remaining six towards him. One sausage for me, two for him and a bowl of strawberry's in the middle of us.

I poured the syrup on my pancakes hastily, I loved pancakes and sausages. It's the breakfast combo of a lifetime.

I ate my my food quietly, not really paying attention to time, my eyes wandered all around the cabin until I landed back on my plate.

After awhile I forked my last bite of pancake in my mouth. Syrup coated the corners of my mouth, I swiped my tongue across collecting all the sweet goodness.

I looked up at his plate only to see that it was empty, when did he finish?

The intense stare he was giving me instantly made me worry. I hadn't done anything wrong so what was the hostility about?

That's when I realized he was watching my lips.

His eyes snapped up to mine, I wasn't sure who I was looking at anymore. He looked crazed in a way, he wasn't in control.

The question took me by surprise. This wasn't the type of conversation anyone should have during breakfast.

My response was met with a growl of approval.

His voice was sharper, his eyes glowed darker. This was the Feral, I was talking to the beast. The same animalistic aurora from when we talked in the forest back home was flooding the air.

I tried to act impassive but the obvious distaste was plastered on my face, I saw what I saw. The beast and the Alpha's daughter.

In a haste I threw the glass vase against the wall, call me impulsive.

The beast seemed to displeased with my action. His face grew more twisted as the second went by. He gritted his teeth as they began to grow longer and sharper.

I quickly stood up as I grabbed our empty plates. I placed them in the sink before turning the tap on. His eyes burned in the back of my head as I washed the dishes. He grunted in anger before leaving the cabin in a haste. How could one question start such conflict?