"What are y—" I didn't let him finish as I slammed him hard against the door and roughly pressed my lips to his.

My hands gripped his wrists and pinned them to the door as I pressed my body against his. Parker went rigid and didn't respond at first but he slowly started to when my grip on his wrists tightened. I could feel his heartbeat which was quick, probably faster than mine.

Heat coursed through my body as our lips moved quickly together and our breaths were coming out ragged.

I let go of his wrists and moved my hands up around his neck and to his hair. Parker's hands gripped my waist before sliding down to my thighs and hoisted me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me.

Parker turned us around so my back was now pressed to the door. I ran my tongue over his lips asking for entrance before biting down gently and an animalistic growl escaped his throat as he opened his mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance. What sounded like a moan escaped both of us when I rolled my hips against his, my underwear rubbing against his jean-clad front. I forgot that I was wearing a dress that had ridden up. Parker was holding me up by cupping my ass with his two large hands.

I tugged roughly on his hair and pulled away. Both of us were breathing heavily as we stared at each other. His eyes were pure black as he stared at me and I knew mine was the same.

"Where'd...you learn...to do that?" Parker asked through his breaths. His voice was a few octaves lower and sounded so sexy. His lips were swollen and red from us kissing and I knew mine was the same. I've never kissed anyone like that. It was amazing.

"Doesn't matter," I responded as I tightened my legs around him. I pushed his head to the side and pressed my lips to his jaw. He sucked in a breath as my lips moved down to his neck.

He let out a quiet groan as I sucked on the skin down his neck. I made sure it was enough to feel good but not enough that it would leave a mark.

"Why are you...such a tease?" His voice was strained and a loud groan escaped him as I sucked where I was supposed to mark him. I smirked against his skin but the area between my legs tightened at the sound of him groaning.

I pulled away from him and my eyes widened slightly as I noticed the faint red marks on his neck. It wasn't hickeys but it was some of the lips stick that I was wearing. I then looked at Parker who had a dazed look on his face. His lips had smeared lipstick. It looked honestly looked hot, and I especially liked the idea that it was from me.

I smirked, "You might want to go wash yourself." I slowly got down from Parker. He watched me but didn't say anything. "Go take a shower or something," I said as I glanced down at his little friend which clearly looked excited..

Parker snapped out of his daze look and his eyes focused on me. "Why don't you take care of it?" He lightly pushed me against the wall and brought his lips back down to mine.

After kissing for a while, I decided that we should probably stop. He went to the Pack house probably to straighten up. I contemplated going with him because my make up was probably smeared but I feared that we probably wouldn't be straightening up.

I went to the drinks and got myself some water.

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*Parker Mason*

I leaned against the sink deep in thought.

I still couldn't believe that Jasmine had kissed me. It was amazing. The way she took control was pretty hot. What made her do it?

I couldn't get the image of Jasmine pushing me against the wall. She's so strong. She does have Beta blood and she is made to be a Luna. She'll make a perfect Luna, too.

My Luna.

My wolf was pretty excited the whole time. I didn't know what to do. The whole time I was worried I'd do something wrong like: 'What if I bite her tongue? ','What if my breath smells bad?' or 'What if I drop her?' I guess all these thoughts are all normal to those who are kissing someone for the first time.

My eyes landed on the red spots on my neck from Jasmine's lipstick. How can she be so beautiful without even trying? I ran two fingers across it and shivered as it still was tingling from her lips.

I rubbed my face and neck with water but I couldn't get rid of the feeling of her lips on me. If kissing felt so good, I couldn't imagine what marking or mating would feel like. I was happy that Jasmine gets to mark me. Alpha's are gifted that they are able to experience the pleasure of being marked, every other male was not able to. Fully mating is a whole different story.

Zander told me its the best feeling in the world. I sometimes envy his relationship with his mate. If I hadn't been such an asshole and didn't let lust get in the way, Jasmine and I could've had a relationship like that. I don't blame Jasmine for pushing me away but I do blame myself. She's been through a lot, so have I, but what happened to her isn't something anyone would want to experience. My heart ached at her pain.

I didn't know much about love but I was still capable of learning. I wanted to learn but I didn't know how. The walls that I had build up was slowly falling apart just because of my mate. I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad thing. I just didn't want to lose her, too.

After my mother had died, I had no one to love me. My father hated me, my pack hated me, I even thought that my mate would hate me as soon as I found her. I had thought about my mate all the time wondering what she would be like.

My mother would tell me stories about how her and my father met. Of course me, being the boy I was, would always complain. But I enjoyed how happy she was telling them.

I ran my fingers through my hair trying to tame it. I smoothed out my shirt before exiting the bathroom. I decided to go back to the party.

What I didn't know was if Jasmine and I were supposed to act like it didn't happen. I was drawn from my thoughts when a hand clamped down on my back.

"Hey, man. Where've you been?" Zander asked as he handed me a cup of soda. I gladly took it and took a swig of it.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I had to use the restroom," I half lied. Zander narrowed his eyes at me as he observed my face. He looked suspicious but didn't say anything.

Jonas and Zander talking to me but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes were locked on Jasmine's form as she chatted with the Sarina girl and that guy.

My hands clenched at the thought of her and that guy having a past. Did they have a past? It didn't take a smart person to know that he has feelings for her.

I turned back to the guys. "Jasmine kissed me," I blurted it out.

They stopped talking and stared at me. "She kissed you?"

I nodded my head glancing away from them, waiting for their stupid and perverted comments.

Zander playfully shoved me, "Well done. How was it?"

"How did it happen?" Jonas also asked.

I rolled my eyes at them before telling them what happened. When I finished, Zander's nose was scrunched up a little.

"You didn't need to give so much detail," he stated.

Jonas' reaction was completely different, "That's hot."

We continued talking about what happened but I was able to change the subject to other things. A feminine voice stopped our conversing.

"Parker!" The voice screeched and I cringed. I turned to face her and whatever emotion on my face vanished as I glared at her.

"It's Alpha to you," I snapped. Stephanie didn't look like she cared that I snapped at her and that made me even more irritated. This girl never knew when to quit. She thought I was her mate, which obviously wasn't true. She just wanted the Luna position.

"Dance with me," she wined and I scrunched my nose not wanting to even think about how similar that would be to hell.

"No," I replied before turning back up Zander and Jonas who looked annoyed as well.

"Why not?" She continued as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged her hand off and made a move to walk away but she grabbed my wrist.

"Don't touch me," I hissed at her. I turned around to face her fully and glared at her. Fear flashed through her eyes as I took an intimidating step towards her.

"Touch me again and you'll be punished," I said with narrowed eyes at her. "You are not my mate and you will never have the Luna position. You are not fit for it anyways."

She looked hurt by my words but she quickly pushed it away. "Neither is that bitch. She's not your mate!"

I growled at her among her cower back. "Don't talk about my mate and your Luna like that. She's perfect for the position. Disrespect her again and you're out of the pack."

She nodded wordlessly before walking away. I sighed relieved before turning back to Zander and Jonas who were watching with smirks on their faces.

"I can't wait for the day she's out of here," Jonas muttered, "She's such a bitch."

I couldn't agree more. She never left me alone. Maybe now she will.

"Impressive," the voice of my mate said from behind me. I turned around and noticed her leaning against one of the poles holding up the tent. Her dress and hair was neat and her make up was fixed. She looked as if nothing happened between us.

The whole thing kept replaying in my head. I didn't know what to do except for the fact that I wanted to kiss her again.

She stared and I grew tense at her gaze. She then stood up and walked over to me. I tried calming my nerves but I couldn't.

My eyes swept down her body watched as her dress hugged her abdomen tightly and the skirt of the dress flowed showing off her tan legs.

I looked back up at her who was looking at my neck, a smirk on her lips. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "What?" I asked curiously.

She shook her head. "Nothing except you didn't get rid of all of the lipstick marks," she responded nonchalantly.

"I didn't?" Oh well.

She shook her head before turning on her heels and walked away. I wanted to follow her but I didn't. I turned back to Zander and Jonas.

They both were looking at my neck and snickering. I glared at them but they just started laughing.

Rolling my eyes I walked away from them.

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I was laying on my bed. Tears leaked through my eyes as I buried my face into my pillow.

I shouldn't be crying, but I couldn't help it. She was gone and it was my fault, according to my dad and the rest of my pack members.

The sound of my door opened jolted me upright. My eyes landed on the shadow standing in my doorway.

He had a belt in one hand and a whisky bottle in the other.

My eyes went wide as he advanced towards me. "It's your fault!" He shouted at me before his hand landed down on my cheek.

It stung and I knew it was going to leave a mark.

He shoved me roughly to the floor. When I tried to get up he would kick me back down.

I didn't say anything knowing that he would just hit me harder.

"You deserve to feel the pain I went through! It should've been you!" After he said that I felt a stinging pain on my back. It came back, one after the other.

I didn't cry out in pain knowing that's what he wanted so I bit my lips, already tasting the blood.

It's all your fault.

Those words was all I could hear in my head as he continued hitting me. He delivered one last hit to my back before he left.

My lifeless body laid on the floor until I decided that I should probably clean the cuts.

With shaky legs, I stood up almost falling back down because of my weak legs.

I struggled to walk to the bathroom but I did. My eyes landed on my torn shirt and I pulled hit off. The cuts on my back had reopened and blood was falling out and sliding down my back.

I stared at my 15 year old self. I looked lifeless and alone. My once bright green eyes were dull. My skin had paled from the loss of blood because of all the abuse I have been receiving for 10 months. My father had started abusing me two months after my mother died. She had been gone a year.

I turned on the shower faucet and allowed the water to pour down my stinging back, washing the blood away and whatever life I had with it.

I wasn't living, I was just alive.

I shouldn't have been alive. I should've been killed instead of my mother.

My eyes opened when I felt shocks on my skin. My eyes focused on the beautiful face staring down at me with worry. Her hands were cupping my cheeks and she caressed my cheeks with her thumbs.

"Are you ok?" Her sweet angelic voice filled my ears. I nodded my head wordlessly. I was lying, I was not ok. My mother would be dead 8 years from Sunday. Two days away.

"Bullshit," she whispered as she narrowed her eyes at me. "You are not ok. I could feel it through the bond."

How could she have felt it when she rejected me? After rejection you don't feel the other's wolf unless they completed the mating process.

I took her hand on my face with my own and gently pulled her next to me. She moved her body so her back was pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her body while the other was underneath her.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" She asked me quietly.

I thought about it for a moment before deciding she deserved to know.

"It was about my father. He was abusing me like he usually did. That's all, it was just a memory," I told her.

She didn't say anything and I was glad she didn't. The quietness was all I needed. After minutes past, I could hear Jasmine's even breaths meaning she was asleep. I couldn't fall back asleep.

I brought my face and buried it into her hair and breathed in her scent. It comforted me. But all I could think about was what did I do to deserve a mate like her?

Had the Moon Goddess forgiven me?

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Got some of Parker's point of view. We learned a couple things from him, did you catch it?

Tell me what you think!
~Kira