Have No Reason by Pamela Jimenez (i have read the book TXT) 📖

door. I opened it and let him in, while he looked around my house. I brought him up the stairs... to my room. My heart raced at that thought... of him on my bed... on me. Woah-no thinking like that!
"Nice room," I heard him mutter, looking around. I muttered back a thanks and led him to the bathroom connected to my bedroom. He had dried blood on his jaw and under his left eye. So, I ripped a tissue off the counter and put it under the faucet. Made sure that the water was warm. Then I looked back to Francisco and froze.
He was real close, and staring at me intently. I breathed out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and reached towards his face. His eyes closed when I touched his face to hold him still. I dabbed his face till all the blood was gone, but I didn't want to scoot away. He noticed this because he opened his eyes, and I gasped. They were glowing turquoise.
I blinked a lot, thinking I was hallucinating it. No, I wasn't. I heard a low growling noise, and it was oddly appealing. I tilted my head to the left for some reason and the growling grew louder. Before I knew what happened, his lips were latched to my neck. I cried out shocked, but it felt good too. His hands went to my hips. I threw the tissues into a near trash bin and held onto his shoulders so I wouldn't fall. He wouldn't have allowed that though, he had a pretty tight grip on my waist.
He trailed hot kisses down to my neck and back up my neck, to my jaw, then kissed my lips softly. I kissed him back, wanting this so much. He licked my bottom lip, asking entrance, but I wouldn't let him in. He growled and pushed me against the wall. My breath caught but still kept my lips together. He bit my lip once more and pulled it out. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I opened my mouth and licked his teeth. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth and I moaned in the same way that he did. His hands were leaving my hips and going down. I kissed him all the harder. In My Lifetime

Francisco's POV

My hands were drifting to her thighs and I hoisted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist and, feeling that she wasn't going to fall, trailed my hands upward. One hand was tangled in her long hair and the other one was just feeling her. Her neck, chest, legs...
Take mate... NOW!

My wolf snarled, struggling to get out. I was losing control.

No, not yet. I want to take it slow! I argued back. My wolf whimpered but stopped. Feeling pleased that I was once in control, I went back to Alex. She unconsciously or consciously rubbed against my member that was throbbing. Man, she was a tease... she pushed my head into the crook of her neck, and I inhaled deeply, savoring her unique scent that drove me crazy with a single whiff.
I felt my fangs elongate and I was losing control once again. She brought my head back up and started kissing my neck. I groaned and held onto her hair tighter. Her small hands were drifting to the hem of my shirt. She touched my six-pack and I ground myself into her. She whimpered with the force of it. "Francisco..." she moaned and I kissed her again.
"Alex," I breathed right back. She puffed out a breath of air as I kissed her sweet neck again. "No, Francisco, let me down before I do something I regret. Please," she said to me, breathless, but firm. My wolf whimpered when I did what she asked.

WE'RE in charge, not her. Show her who makes the decisions!

My wolf yelled at me, and I just shook my head at him.

Do you want to scare her off? I growled. Silence. Didn't think so...

"Well, Francisco, it seems you are fine, so, if you would please... leave?" She said but it came out as a question, and she squinted her eyes at the end, not pleased with herself. I sighed, I didn't want to leave her. My arms felt cold without her in them. My wolf went crazy for her. Now... this is my mate.
I opened my to talk, reaching out for her. She took a backwards step away from me, shaking her head. "I'll-I'll talk to you later at school, okay?" She bargained and I didn't want her to be scared of me so I just nodded my head and left my mate.
As I got into my car, I thought of everything. Why the sudden feelings? I was obsessed. Though, I barely acknowledged her existence before. Sure, I still went crazy for her, but I was too ashamed of my mate that I ignored her. I still remember the first day that she came in here.

All dressed pretty, high-topped converse, jean shorts, and a loose fitting top, though you could still tell she had an amazing figure. Though, how could I tell she was my mate? You know who your mate is when you turn 18. And, I was still 17 that day until the next day. Nice timing, I thought to the heavens now as I rethink the memory.
Like magic, her light gray eyes met mine, and my wolf howled in satisfaction. Of course, I ignored the big clue. She smiled at me, but I just rolled my eyes and turned around. I was hooking up with Isabella, a fiery redhead, who was at the time, kissing my neck. I bit my lip and my wolf growled menacingly.

She's not the right one...

My wolf whimpered, but, being the fool I am, I ignored the second big clue.

I kissed her harshly and through my peripheral vision, I saw Alex with a torn look on her face, looking at the ground, her delightful mood evaporating. I scoffed, thinking that she was just a snobby kid who usually got everything she wanted. Well honey, sorry to bust your bubble... I'm not sorry. Though, Isabella was a woman who was used to getting everything she wanted, I was attracted to her.
Lunch time was here... and for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about that new girl. Oh great, add to my misery! I thought bitterly as I saw her making her way to my table with my pack. The men were eyeing her lustfully, and I growled at them as a warning to back off. That puzzled me, and even they knew it because they shut up and looked elsewhere.
"Hi, I'm Alex. I'm new here. Do you mind if I sit with you guys?" She asked politely, smiling widely, showing off her perfect teeth and big dimples in the middle of both of her cheeks. I wonder if she has any other dimples, I thought distractedly. No, stop it! I scolded myself.
I shook my head at her. "Sorry, honey, but no one wants you here, okay?" I said politely to her, but my eyes and smile telling otherwise. She looked smart, so I was sure that she got it. I looked down and noticed that she didn't have a lunch tray in her hands. Just her book-bag hanging off her shoulder. "Just take your anorexic self and lock yourself in your room for a couple of days, would you?" I spat at her, and her mouth popped open.
Her face crumpled and she looked like she was going to cry. I felt bad, but I didn't let it show.

What are you doing?!

My wolf roared at me. I don't know, I answered, but... what's done is done, and I never apologize. Even if I know what I did was wrong. Never. She looked like she wanted to confess to something, and I saw fear cross her eyes. I was confused by that, and I wondered what she was worried about. She turned her back on us and left, rather fast, and stumbled out the cafeteria. I snorted and turned back to the table.
They all had shocked and angry faces. "What?" I snapped at them and they automatically looked down at their food. A few challenged me for a little while. Until they had disappointed looks and returned to their food. But, instead of eating they picked at their food. I shook my head, whatever. My appetite was gone, and I felt a burning sensation in my chest. I couldn't eat.

I shook myself away from the memory, already at the pack house. What have I done? Of course she doesn't trust me... why should she?

I'm Still Breathing

Alex's POV

I laid in my bed, thinking about what happened. I heard a knock on the door. I jumped up thinking it was Francisco. I was annoyed... and excited. Should I answer it? My heart was telling me yes, but my brain was telling me that he would just take advantage of me. When I didn't answer, the door burst open.
My dad came barging in with an angry expression. He raised his hand and slapped me. "Who said you could eat?" He asked me, ripping my shirt off. I yelled in surprise, and he slapped me again. He stared intently at my stomach. "You're getting fat... you know what that means, right?" He asked sweetly, his smile disgusting me. I shook my head, while I pleaded, "No, please, please, I'll behave," he just shook his head coming closer.
He gripped my hair and pulled it back, no doubt removing a handful while doing it. He punched me in the stomach hard, while I held back a cry of pain. He didn't like it when I made noises. He dragged me to the bathroom and banged my head against the glass, tiny pieces cracking into my skin and onto the floor. I see red liquid dripping slowly down it and I bit my lip to keep in the strangled cries.
"Maybe you should eat more often," he laughs. "this is fun." Then he throws me on the hard floor and leaves me there. I hear the door slam shut and then I know that it's safe to finally cry now. I cry until my