Chapter 2 Nancy's POV

Hey, I wasn't going to let my friend leave without giving me a way to get in touch with him. He quickly wrote his phone number on mine before handing it back.

I apologize for cutting this short. I nodded in agreement as he explained, "Emergency pack business," in a hazy manner that only another wolf could understand. "Make sure to give me a call, " He insisted cutely" turning a faint pink tint on his face as if aware that he was sounding frantic. Tomorrow, or even tonight.

"Okay," I said as he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, pausing for a moment to feel my skin and inhale my aroma. My wolf and I wanted more as he withdrew, wanting to entice him back and press my lips against his. We were both caught up in the thrill of our meeting and thought we were on top of the world as we stood there, parting after getting to know one another for a while.

I stood in the corner, watching Morgan's powerful, robust back move through the club before he vanished.

I thought about running after him, but I didn't want to be seen off as an over dependent. Besides, he claimed there was an emergency, so I didn't need to bother him.

Although I knew we would soon be seeing each other, I sighed and wished I had more time to spend with him right now.

I was horrified when a male voice calling out "Hey" came from behind me. I turned around to see a gigantic figure standing in front of me.

Despite the fact that I'm 5'4 feet tall, he had at least a foot on me, if not more. His dirty blonde gave him a carefree appearance, clinging to his forehead and bringing out the color of his turquoise eyes.

You're aware of Morgan? I nodded as he asked me while ominously glancing up at the trail where Morgan had left. Simply because of the way he was built-muscles on top of muscles-and the assuredness with which he exuded, I knew he wasn't just a wolf but an Alpha.

"I'm Anderson," he said, refusing to shake hands with me and introduced himself in the same manner as Morgan. As I loo at him closely, I could see that he's had a few days worth of facial stubble, which finished his scruffy appearance and gave him a bad boy vibe.

He sighed in exasperation when I responded coldly and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Nancy," he said.

Normally, I wouldn't do this, but since Morgan is my Beta, I can be lenient with him.

I suppose I can take you to our house so you can get to know each other more. He's supposed to be working on some pack business, but because he just met his mate, I guess I may, he graciously said, a charming smile forming on his lips, which caused me to beam joyously at his offer.

Perhaps I was mistaken the entire time, and my fears of breaking into the club were unjustified. This night actually keeps getting better and better, and I can now thank Anderson for that.

I guess the adage "don't judge a book by its cover" holds true. "

Really?

Are you certain?

He bowed his head, moved past me, and signaled me to follow him as I jumped up and down in excitement. I did exactly that, leaping up until I was directly behind him, his unusual size protecting my body as we made our way through the crowd of people.

I'm going to my mate's pack house after we meet. Will you be okay? Through our mental connection, I asked Emily in the hopes that she would let me go.

'Yes! Go! I yelled back, "Have fun, you naughty girl; tomorrow I want details," which made me lightheartedly chuckle as I looked over to where she had been dancing before I noticed her lips pressed to a handsome human.

Anderson told me, he would do the same for me, giving me the impression that he and Morgan were good friends. He followed through a back door and said, "My car is out here," and I followed him blindly, struggling to control my enthusiasm at finally meeting Morgan. I've always heard that finding your soul mate is a wonderful experience that you'll never forget, and that once you do, you can't stop thinking about them. The love-struck stories have never made complete sense to me until today. After only briefly getting to know Morgan, I found that I yearned to spend every waking moment with him. I yearned to look into his honeyed eyes and feel the burning sensation of his skin brushing against mine. I yearned to feel his lips on mine and needed to hear him chuckle.

Although a dark alleyway was all that met me when Anderson unlocked the steel door, it snapped me out of my mental adulation of Morgan. I would not have been able to see the backstreet if not for the lone yellow light over the doorway. He turned to face me as the heavy door banged shut behind us. His once bright eyes had become black, giving him a terrifying demonic look that made me shudders.

"What are you doing Anderson? I stumbled helplessly as he inched closer since there was nothing except two brick walls around me and closing in on me. I took a step back in an effort to put some distance between us, and my bottom side landed on the chilly metal door.

He approached slowly, each second seeming to last for minutes. I was so terrified by his guttural chuckle that my entire body trembled. He huskily cocked his head sideways and said, "Paying Morgan back," making me gag as his enormous arms firmly grasped my hips. He pushed my body firmly up against the wall to close the tiny space between us. He allowed every crease of his body to interlock with mine as he rammed his lower half into mine. He suddenly attacked my neck with his lips as I pounded on his chest with all my might in an effort to get rid of him.

Leave me alone! I sobbed, but he paid no attention. I would have melted under his touch had his tongue not skillfully caressed my flesh. He took a deep breath and grabbed me tightly, relishing the experience. When I believed Anderson was going to back off, he suddenly pulled back slightly and did something unexpected. His big canine teeth were visible when he opened his mouth. "No!" I pushed against him while pleading, stabbing my fists into his shirt. When he reached the ends, his tongue flickered as it moved slowly over them. I screamed ear-piercingly in pain as soon as his teeth sank deep into my flesh, but no one came to save me. I tried to reach Emily, but the excruciating anguish tearing through my body prevented me from getting through to my wolf.

She was hiding out in dread of the demon man, who was engulfing us with every passing second. I begged him to stop, but he refused, and I could feel the hot, salty tears burning my face. I begged him pathetically, "Please," but all he did was ignore me and tighten his grasp on my sides.

As his wolf carelessly manipulated mine, I felt like my neck was on fire. He kept me up while still commanding me, even though my knees started to shake rapidly. I realized I could not stop him because he was too strong, and I felt like my life was being drained from me with each press of his teeth. My mind was overrun with tales of being marked by your mate and the lovely feeling that would accompany that. Due to him, I would never get that! With each passing second, he claimed me more and more forcefully by sucking on my skin. I was unable to object or resist any longer. I started to feel woozy, then everything went black, my body went slack, and I felt disoriented.