(A/N-- ok so I know that no one reads these but like oh well. My story doesn't have a specific time period, so people will wear capes and cloaks and poofy dresses and have slaves and shit but fridges and air con exist. I might not have smart phones but whateves, so just go with it.)

Recap-
"Look at me" he said in a deep and gravelly voice.
When I didn't move, he growled and said it even louder.
"Look at me!" I flinched at his tone.
He sighed and pulled me into a hug of sorts. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his nose buried my my neck.
He pulled away this time, and lifted my chin with one hand then pulled my hood away before I could protest.
He growled even louder when he saw my face.
Was I that ugly?
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The man growled again, and pulled me tighter to his chest.
"Mine"
He growled out, causing shivers to run down my spine.
I stiffened, my mind racing at the possibilities of what that might mean.
I knew I was a werewolf, but that was it. My 'father' never explained things to me. All he said was that I could turn into a wolf at will, and that I should stop asking questions. I knew that silver and a thing called wolfsbane burnt our skin, and someone called the moon goddess started the whole werewolf thing, but that's just from what I gathered by watching my adoptive father for so long.
I had no idea what "mine" meant.
Does he think I stole something of his? I used to be a thief, because that's how I had to make an income to support both my father and I, but eventually he got a job and I gave it up.
Another deep growl resounded throughout the street, again from the mysterious man holding me in his arms.
He reached up with one hand and brought it to my face. I flinched away at the contact, not used to being handled so gently.
I tore my eyes away from his, and instantly felt colder, like a candle had just been blown out inside my heart.
I brought my hands up and placed them on his chest, trying desperately to push away, but it was no use. He just held me impossibly closer to him, his breath fanning over my neck, hot and steady.
Goose bumps tickling my skin, I managed to whisper out one sentence.
"What do you want from me"
He seemed to enjoy the sound of my voice, as he groaned and his grip lessened a little.
"What is your name little one?" He asked me, eyes drinking up my pale face.
I didn't want to tell him my real name, but for some reason I felt compelled to.
"Angel"
it was barely audible, but he heard it.
He groaned once more, and took another deep breath, breathing into my neck.
"Alpha?" A gravelly voice asked, nervous yet firm.
"What?!" 'Alpha' growled out.
"If we want to stay on schedule we ha-"
"I don't give a shit about the schedule"
Clearly he doesn't. He's been stood here holding me with his arms around my waist and his face in my neck for at least ten minutes now.
But I care about the schedule, not his, but mine. My father told me to be home by 4, and it was now 3:59, according to the clock tower in the next street.
If I was even a minute late there would be harsh consequences, and there was no way I was getting 5 miles in one minute.
Long story short, I was screwed.
"Alpha we can't miss this meeting"
'Alpha' reluctantly pulled his face out of the crook of my shoulder and turned his neck to see who had spoken.
He had tattoos all over his arms, and I could see that they spilled onto his chest, because the top few buttons of his shirt were undone.
I zoned out of the conversation he was having with the other person, and just stared at the dark swirling lines that snaked over his muscles chest.
Before I realised what I was doing, I had brought up one of my hands and pressed a finger to his chest, tracing the shapes lightly.
I heard him sigh in content, and when I looked up at his face his eyes were closed.
When I realised what I was doing, I began to pull my hand away, but he brought his hand up and held mine against his chest. His skin was warm, and alighted tingles in my hand that spread up my arm.
After a minute like that, of me staring at his hand that engulfed my own, and him looking down at me, eyes scanning my face and clothes, he looked away when someone said once more-
"Alpha please! We have to go now! This meeting is important!"
He began yelling at whoever spoke, who I'm guessing was an advisor of some sort.
As my eyes trailed up from his chest to his neck, I watched his Adam's apple move up and down, making me giggle ever so slightly. Once more I lifted my hand and poked it, which made me giggle even more.
He stopped yelling and turned to look at me sharply.
My eyes widened and I yanked my hand back quickly, heart racing.
"Again" he whispered.
"Wha-"
"Do that again"
Slowly, I pulled my hand up again and traced my finger up from his chest and up to his neck, where I brushed my thumb over a small tattoo of a rose, making him almost moan.
I blushed deeply, and tried to hide my face under my messy hair, but he lifted up my chin with his fingers.
"Beautiful" he whispered to himself.
Me? Beautiful? A guy? He just called me beautiful...
DONG DONG DONG
Crap. I looked over to the massive clock face, and cringed when I saw the time. 4:30.
I was half an hour late.