The Nomads Human Mate by Werewolf Lover (short books to read .TXT) 📖

The wind brushes though her fur as she runs through the forest. She scared. She doesn't want them to find her. She finally found an escape. she would use this, and she was going to be free.

She felt a nip at her tail, and she urged her feet to move faster. Away from them.

Finally, she burst through some trees, into a vast of desert sand. 

She made it, she was free.

"Don't think this saves you," the voice snarled in the cover of the trees. "You are one of a kind, we will find you sooner or later. I'll just be kind enough to let you have a head start, but I will find you. There is no place to hide, shifter."

The words made her shiver as she ran faster to get away from them. She would make sure they never find her, she won't let them use her like they used her mother.

It won't happen again.

"Alexander, hurry up before you're late for school!" I heard my mother yell.

"I'm almost finished! I'll be down in five minutes!" I reassure her.

If you haven't guess already, my name is Alexander. I'm 18 years of age, in my senior year of high school. I have black hair in an up-do fashion, greenish-blue eye's, high chhekbones, and a crooked nose because I'm the captain of the foorball team. How cliche does that sound? 

"Alexander!" my mom voice bringing me back to reality.

"I'm coming!" I tell her, grabbing my backpack and running down the stairs. "Ok, I'm here."

"Well, now you don't have time to eat breakfest, but I made you a sandwich for now," she tells me. 

"Thanks mom, I love you!" I said, grabbing the sandwich, kissing her on the cheek, and heading out the door to my car. 

Now, most guys my age would probably want and Audi or something, but I wasn't like guys my age. In front of me was my black, 4 door, 2013 Ford truck, with silver handles and a sunroof. It was my dream truck. I hopped in, started the engine, and began the 32 minute ride to Atrisco High School. 

When I got there my friend, Derek, was already waiting for me at the front of the building. 

"Hey man," I said as I reached him.

"Dude, you so missed it," was the first thing out of his mouth. "We have a new student, and she is fine as fuck. No joke. Nice long legs, curvy body, gorgeous face. I'd bang her."

I made a disgusted face, "Thank you for sharing the wonderful information about how much of a sex addict you are. I really needed to know that."

"Trust me, you'd say the same thing if you saw her, I bet she's in some of you're classes, so once you see her, you'll be thinking the same thing," he said right as the bell rang. "I'll see you later."

I sighed, and started walking to my homeroom, science. I got there, sat down in my desk, and waited for Mrs. Sandoval to get here. I was staring blankly at the front of the classroom, when suddenly a body blocked my veiw. 

In front of me stood Stacy Williams. The head cheerleader and the slutiest girl in school. She was wearing a piece of fabric, trying to pass it as a mini skirt, and shirt that looked like it was made for a 5 year old. With a make-up caked face, and some death heels. 

"Hey Alex," she tried to purr, but it didn't do anything for me.

"What do you want Stacy," I asked her, suppresing a sigh. 

"Come on, don't be like that. I was only going to ask if you wanted to skip school with me," she tried to be suductive, but she just sounded like a stoner. 

"Get lost Stacy. I don't wanna deal with your crap today," I said. There was a rumor going around that me and Stacy were a thing, but it's all just bullshit. I wouldn't touch that to save my life. 

"But Alex-" she started only to be cut of by the teacher.

"Alright class, take your seats. Today we are going to learn about molucules."Then she started droning on and on about this or that. 

I didn't really pay attention, but I have nothing to worry about. I have good grades because if I don't keep them up I'm kicked off the team, and my truck gets taken away. I sure as hell ain't having that happen. 

I just zoned out, thinking about how amazing it would be to have your one true love. I know it sounds girly as fuck, but that's what I want. People may think I have the perfect life , but it not true. My father left me and my mother when I was only 5, so I've never had a fatherly figure in my life. Not to mention he left my mother pregnent. The only reason we're not homeless is because my grandpa is like a billionair, and he didn't mind helping out his daughter and her twio children. He gave us a house, a car, and paid for all our bills until my mother found herself a succesful job at a veternarian clinic. Now we still have the house my grandpa gave us, but he doesn't pay our bills anymore. 

Another thing is that, I don't have a girlfriend. Most guys don't want one, looking for a chick to hump and then dump, but I don't want that, I mean, sure I'm not a virgin, but I want a real girlfriend. One who I can spiol with gifts, and shower her in affection. One who I'll adore and one who won't know she's beautiful, so that I can tell her everyday. I don't want a slut caked in make-up, perfume, and shows enough skin that she is practically nude. No, I don't want one of those girls.

The ringing of the bell popped me out of my own thought. I got up, grabbed my stuff, and high tailed it out or there before Stacy could get to me. Man, I hate talking to that girl. 

I made it to my second class, english, in about one minute. I didn't have this class with the queen bitch. I was just staring blankly at nothing again when the teacher walked in. 

"Good morning class," Mr. David said. "Today, we will be reading the classic 'Romeo and Juilet.' I know most of you have probably already read this, but-" he was cut off by the door opening. "You're late," Mr. David said to the mistory student. I had my eye's on my desk, so I didn't see who came in.

"I'm sorry,sir. I'm new, and I got lost," I heard the mistory person say in the most musical vioce. 

I looked up, and saw the most perfect girl ever. She had blond straight hair, a nice clear complection, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and the most kissable lips. She was wearing skinny jeans that signified her delicously long legs, a pair of black hills that made her longs look even longer, but they weren't too tall, and a shirt that said 'Hey you! Take a picture it lasts longer,' with a camera on it. 

"Well then, please introduce yourself to the class," Mr. David told her.

She turned to the class, and looked around. When her eye's landed on me, it's like I couldn't breath. She had the most beautiful eye's, it's like I could stare into them all day. They were a grayish blue color that had me struggling to breath.

Her eye's went wide the second she looked straight at me. It's like she couldn't believe that I was here. "Hello, my name is Amaris Morales," she said in her musical vioce that sent shivers down my back.

"It's nice to have you in my class Amaris. My name is Mr. Davis, now please take a seat in an empty chair," the teacher said, making her break the eye contact.  

There was only two chairs left. One next to me on my left, and then another next to Amiliea, another slutty cheerleader. 

I saw the grimace on Amaris' face when Amiliea looked at her with pure jealously. She made her way over to the seat next to me, and my heart started beating faster. She sat down, and smiled softly at me, making my breath hitch. I took a deep breath to calm my sudden mood, and turned towards her slightly.

"Hi, my name is Alexander, but you can call me Alex. It's nice to meet you Amaris," I greeted her. For some reason, I liked the way her name rolled of my tongue. It felt amazing.

"It's a pleasure, Alexander," she whispered, and right as soon as she said my name, I knew I had to make her mine. The way my name gracfully rolled out of her mouth made me shiver, and want to kiss her senseless. 

I knew right then and there, that edventually, Amaris was going to be mine. 

I kept stealing glances at Amaris all through class. I couldn't keep my eye's off of her, even if I tried. She was just too beautiful. I don't know what's wrong with me though, I haven't even known her for a day! But something was pulling me towards her, like an electric pull that I couldn't resist her. I feel that I would do anything for her is she asked, which is strange because I never fwelt like this before. I've only really like one girl before, in this school, but she has a boyfriend so I backed off. I wasn't about to ruin their relationship for my gain. I didn't do that, besides it was just a little cush. 

With Amaris, it felt different. I really didn't know what it was.

The ringing of the bell shocked me out of my thoughts, and I saw Amaris getting up to leave, but I couldn't let her go yet! I just had to hear her voice again.

"Hey, Amaris!" I said, grabbing my stuff, and running towards the door where she was.

"May I help you?" her voice rang out.

"I was wondering, um." Crap! I didn't reallt think of anything after the 'Hey.' Then I thought, well she's new, so I could help her find her class!"I was wondering what class you had next, so I can help you get there," I told her smiling.

"I have," she started, getting out a paper from her