Meant (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (best value ebook reader .TXT) 📖

Her father would kick her ass ten ways ‘til Friday if she ever told him that. But there was something about him! something that made her feel safe, something that made her want to curl up and be enveloped by his caramel arms and just lay there forever. But that was not good! She shouldn’t want to do that! He was a rogue, for Christ’s sake, his kind killed her father! The only person she had actual love and respect for. Maybe you should stop looking at it as ‘his’ kind, her wolf thought to her in a low tone, he is a werewolf. She growled and clenched her fingers together. She punched the nearest tree near her, making it groan against her strength.

“You shut the hell up! Who the hell are you to leave for days then come back and defend that… that… m- marvelous man!?” She gasped and covered her mouth. What the hell was that!?
“What the hell is wrong with me? He is not marvelous. He’s an e- excellent person.” She said then growled at her wolf.
“What the hell is going on here? Why are you not letting me insult him?” She growled, feeling her nails lengthen at her anger. He doesn’t need to be insulted, so stop trying! Her wolf snarled at her and her eyes widened. Her wolf was fighting with her…. Over a rogue. They never fought, even when they were pissed at each other they never fought.

“Fine, I see how it is.” She said with sadness in her voice. She ran out of the woods with tears streaming down her face. Drew was the first to come as she ran into the backyard.
“Sarah what’s-“
“Don’t fucking talk to me!! This is all your damn fault!!! He’s fighting against me and it’s your fault!! I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, but stop it! Stop it and leave me alone!!” She screamed at him, some of the pack members came outside with wide eyes. They were surprised that sweet, innocent little Sarah could have such a viperous tongue. They didn’t know the half of it.
“Sarah I dunno what’s going on-“
“Stop with the I don’t know what I’m doing crap! Ok?! Please, I’m asking you as a pack mate. Stop talking to me and leave me the hell alone, before I do something I will not regret later on.” She growled and stomped around him.
“Sarah-“
“Shut up Carol. Just… Leave me alone.” She growled and passed her friends. She stormed up stairs and slammed her door closed. She felt so alone. Her wolf didn’t support her, her father wasn’t here anymore, her friends would rather hag out with filthy roués. Her life was faltering around her and she couldn’t take it anymore.


She left her room early that morning. She prepared a breakfast of Canadian bacon and eggs. The pack slowly came down and didn’t talk to her, probably because she looked terrible. She had dark bags under her red puffy eyes from the lack of sleep. She’d been crying all night because she felt her wolf’s anger toward her. He thought she was being selfish and evil, she thought that he was against her. They were both at war with each other but it really hurt Sarah. He was the only thing left that she had that was blood. Sure she had friends, but she had no family left. Except for her mother, and as far as she cared, her mother was dead. Her hair hung limp on her shoulders, the curls losing their buoyancy, her shoulders were hunched and her spirit was crushed. They tried to include her into their conversation but she just… couldn’t. The rogues came in and she gave them a plate, there was no polite smile, no coldness in her actions. Just plain vacancy. She stood as everybody else sat and ate, she noticed that Jake and Sammy weren’t down. Sighing softly she made them plates and trudged up the stairs. She opened Sammy’s room and smiled when she saw them sleeping. Sammy was nestled in Jake’s arms, her head settled in the crook of his neck. He had a protective arm around her waist and he pulled her closer as he mumbled in his sleep. She tip-toed over to Sammy’s dresser and put the plate down as gentle as possible. His black head popped up and he looked at her with wary grey eyes.
“Hey, I brought you guys some food. You can eat it whenever you get up. I was joking about the not being fed part.” She said quietly, trying not to wake up Sammy. He nodded once then went back to sleep. She smiled softly and exited the room. She bumped into a hard chest and groaned internally. She tried to walk around him but one caramel hand reached out and pulled her against his body.
“Why are you avoiding me?” his voice asked but she ignored him and pulled her arm out of his grasp. She wouldn’t talk to him, she would just ignore him. he would get the picture soon enough, hopefully. He shoved her against the wall gently and growled into her ear.
“Don’t ignore me, things will not end well for either of us.” He snarled and she shivered deeply. She backed away as much as she could and tried to escape. Tried being the operative word. He grabbed her again and pressed her against his hard masculine body.
“Stop it Sarah.” He growled warningly and she snapped. She was so sick and tired of people telling her what to do, how to act, what she shouldn’t and should say. She was pissed. Letting out a small war cry she pushed herself away from him and kicked him in the face, making him back away a few steps.
“I don’t have to do anything you tell me to do Fucktard, you’d better get that through your thick skull.” She spit out and went down stairs. There was no more miss nice girl. She’d kept herself hidden away, afraid to show what her father made, afraid her life wouldn’t go the way she wanted it to. But now, life was pissing her off to the point of no return, and it was time to kick life in the ass. Starting with a certain caramel colored rogue.


She stormed down the stairs pissed, aggravated, and over all not in the mood to be helpful. So when Jared came up to ask her for something she flipped off.
“No!! Ok!! No more helping anybody!! I cook and I clean in this damn house and you guys ask for more!! I watch after the pups, help them when they’re sick, watch after the babies when the adults want time to there selves! I do everything and the one time I want something, I’m being cranky or moody!! I told you guys I didn’t want these damn rogues in the pack but everybody over looked me!! I know I said I was willing to take a chance but I was wrong!! They should leave, they have no right to be here! They’re messing with my head and I’m going crazy. If I go crazy, everyone else is going down with me!!” She screeched at him, yelling all her emotions out on her newest friend. Everyone looked stunned and she stormed out the front door. She hopped into her little green buggy and turned the key in the ignition, letting the engine relax her for a moment before speeding off.


She went to the only place she knew would settle her down. The ice cream store. The ice cream store was a wonderful place, it carried flavors she’d never even heard of before. Her favorite was pumpkin spice with a dash of cinnamon. It made her feel warm and special inside and she loved it. Sure it was bordering the middle of October but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a nice ice cream cone, which was exactly what she did. She sat in her green little car and licked her ice cream. Trying to make herself relax, desperately trying to sooth her beating heart. It worked eventually and she realized something. Without her wolf there to back her up she would crumble down, she wouldn’t last because she would be alone. Utterly and completely alone, which would make her nothing but… human. The thought made her heart sink down to her stomach. She bit into her cone and let the crunching match her heartbeat. Slow and lazy, she wished it would just stop. She couldn’t do it anymore, she thought if she’d been strong and helped others that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to cope. Her father’s death broke her, he was the only one that really truly loved her. There was no one else, her mother didn’t even love her enough to raise her. Her wolf was always there, thought, throughout his training he was there for her. Whenever the people bullied her, he was there, he taught her self control. Now he hated her, because she hated him. It wasn’t fair, she never stopped talking to him because of what he believed. She always talked to him, always loved him, and now he hated her because of one rogue. Suddenly her mate couldn’t come soon enough.


She drove back to the house slowly and sat in the driveway looking at the sky blue house with sadness. She felt terrible about what she said and how she flipped off on Jared. He’d done nothing wrong but ask if she’d seen his jacket, and she’d taken her anger out on him. she didn’t, however, feel bad about kicking Drew in the face. That had actually felt great. She smiled softly as she turned the car off and went into the house. She closed the door softly and walked directly to her room. He sat on her bed, his arms crossed and his eyes pale silver. To say he was pissed was an understatement.
“One, where the hell have you been? Two, how the hell did you learn how to kick like that? And three, what the hell are you hiding from me?” He growled as he stood slowly.
“Hell, that’s a lot of hell’s man.” She muttered and walked to her vanity. He watched her as she put her hair into a messy ponytail.
“Answer me.” He snarled as his teeth lengthened. Sarah rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. She crossed her arms and put on her most emotionally unattached face she could muster.
“One, it’s none of your business. Two, it’s none of your business. And three, it’s none of your business. There, you happy now?” she said as she turned back to the vanity mirror. She tightened her ponytail and didn’t even have a chance to squeak before he put his hand over her mouth and pressed his body against her tiny frame.
“You have ticked me off to the extreme. I should spank you so you will learn your lesson but I don’t think we’ve reached that stage of our relationship yet. All I asked was a simple question, I figured you’d rather I asked you and not your wolf, seeing as you and him are not on very good grounds. So I’m giving you one last chance to answer me. Where have you been, how did you learn to kick like that, and what are you hiding from me??” he took his hand from her mouth and she turned to him.
“Screw you, you-“ He put his hand on her mouth and pushed her onto the vanity.
“That’s not an answer, now is it. I really didn’t want to have to do this, but you’re a stubborn one. His silver eyes sparkled and her wolf rose to the surface.
“She went to the ice cream parlor, her father taught her all sorts of things, she’s hiding lots of things.” Her wolf admitted and rage built up in her.
“How dare you! What right do you have?!” She yelled at him and he pushed her against the wall.
“I’m your