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Harry.

I run back to the house, running as fast as I can knowing I had left Mae unprotected for almost an hour. I can't stand Blue Moon. They are pushing me to the edge, my anger almost unhealthy at the pack.

"Harry," Gemma tries to stop me after I shift, but I run past her.

"What the hell?!" she yells, the house in sight.

"I have to get Mae!" I yell at her, her feet running and standing in front of me.

"I need to talk to you," she tries, my hands nearly pushing her over.

"Later. I have to see Mae," I say, bolting into the house and up to our room. My hand opens the door and I see Mae curled up on the bed, her eyes closed as she sleeps.

She's okay.

My hand shuts the door and I walk over to her, pulling her into my body. Mae turns and wraps her arm around my waist, setting her leg on mine. She curls into me and I kiss the top of her head.

"You're okay," she breathes, her petite body clinging onto me.

"I'm fine. You're safe," I tell her, kissing her forehead.

She's scared; I know she's scared. Mae isn't afraid to express fear and I try to make her feel protected.

"What can I do for you?" I ask, her fingers brushing my back.

"Stay here," she mumbles, her head nuzzled into my chest.

I do just that, her eyes closed as I hold her close to me. I keep my eyes on her to make sure she's alright, her eyelashes resting on her cheeks.

She stays wrapped in my arms for a solid hour before she moves, my eyes intent on her actions.

"I'm taking a shower," she says, my lips parting.

"Uh, okay," I say, her body moving off the bed. She closes the door and I stare at the ceiling, feeling a mixture of emotions.

"Harry?" I hear her small voice ask, my body standing from the lying position I'm in.

"Can you get me a shirt?" she asks, my head nodding. I retrieve one of my own for her to wear, the white material obviously something that will be lengthy on her. I don't mind; her wearing my clothes is something I've always found attractive.

"Thank you," she says, grabbing the shirt before disappearing as the door closes. My lips release a sigh and I sit down on the bed, stressed with everything going on.

I want this environment to be safe for her. We're constantly on our toes and I find it too dramatic. All I have to give to her is myself. I'm a mess. I'm constantly angry at something, pissed off at other men in the pack, and tense all the time. The only time I'm relaxed is when my mate is beside me, smiling and kissing me.

That's why it's so hard waiting for her. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have it any other way, but I have my wolf urges. If I don't mate with her quick enough, I start to feel my muscle clench and she will too. It's called 'heat'. It's the urges wolves feel. It's sexual; as in we need to be touched by our mate in an intimate way.

I fall back on the bed and close my eyes, touching my lips as I think about her. Mae is my girl; my soulmate. I couldn't have been happier with her. She makes my day turn from anger to happiness just by smiling.

"Harry," Gemma says, walking into the room.

"What is it?" I ask, anger in my voice. I'm still upset she had told us to mate; her filter lacking.

"Alex had told me that you are now the Alpha of this pack," she says, my head nodding.

"You took my Luna position away," she says, my body sitting up.

"He gave me that position. So if you want to piss me off even more than I already am, keep talking," I grit at her, her face crunching into anger.

"Shut up Harry! You wanted Alpha so you took it from him!" she yells, my body standing in front of her.

"Go ask your mate. He'll tell you that you're delusional and are only caring about yourself in this situation. Lunas aren't self-centered like this Gemma. Mae doesn't know how to be a Luna but she's better than this. You may be my sister but this fucking pisses me off," I state, her eyes narrowing at me.

"Don't look at me that way!" I yell, her fingers shoving my chest.

"You don't scare me! You're a fucking retard who doesn't know how to do anything other than be a wolf and a fucking ass to anyone else," she yells, hitting a part of me that gets hurt very easily. I had a hard time learning when I was younger, so I don't know much. I'm not all that smart.

She clearly realizes her words and I tense even more than I already am, her hands coming to my body.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't me-"

"Get your fucking hands off me and don't come near me," I state, anger in my voice.

She runs off and I walk back into my room, shutting and locking the door as I sit back on the bed.

Mae isn't out yet and I frown, walking over to the door. I knock but get no response, my hand shoving the door.

"Mae," I try, shoving against the door harder. It nearly comes off its hinges, my eyes looking around. She's curled into a ball on the floor, the vent open.

"Mae," I rush, lifting her into my arms and sitting on the bathroom floor. She's bare, my arms wrapping a towel around her as she curls into my body. I see blood on the floor and I press my hands to her cheeks, forcing her to look at me.

"What happened?" I ask, her eyes drooping as no more tears come out. She whimpers, sore at whatever just happened. I'm such a fool.

She's shaking and she lies in my arms, warming as I hold her.

"H-He came. D-Dean," she whispers, my hand taken by hers.

"H-He touched me. I-I'm in so much pain," she whispers, my eyes noticing the bite marks all over her stomach.

"God, I'm so sorry," I say, hugging her close to my body. I kiss her cheek and she buries her head in my neck, holding her freezing body to mine.

"I don't want you leaving my side, okay?" I say, her purple lips puffed. She nods and I lift her up, carrying her to the room. She holds my hand tightly as I carry her, laying her on the bed.

"He didn't have sex with you, did he?" I ask, her head shaking.

My hands brush her hair back and I kiss her forehead, her skin cool against my lips. I grab some clothes, anything to warm her up from lying on the bathroom floor for so long.

"May I dress you?" I ask, her head hesitantly nodding. Her beautiful body is revealed to me yet again, but this time she doesn't try to hide. My body crouches and I lift underwear onto her legs, setting them on her hips. I pull a bra around her chest, struggling to clip it. She lightly smiles, clearly enjoying the sight of a guy not knowing how to work a bra clasp.

Once successful, I pull my shirt over her head and grab a pair of her sweatpants. She is dressed and I wrap her in my arms, her head burying into my chest.

"Can we lay down?" she asks, my head nodding. I lift her and lay her down, shifting into my wolf quickly to take care of her sores. It's not as bad as I thought but it pisses me off to no end. I have Mae here; that's why I'm calm.

In fact, I don't believe Dean will be alive much longer after this stunt.

I shift back and lay beside her, kissing her cheek to make her laugh.

"Mae," I whisper, her head turning to look at me.

"Wh-What would you do if I had told you something that's pretty bad?" I ask, her eyes looking away from mine.

"Nothing," she whispers, my hand setting on her stomach.

"Then I'm telling you something that you have to promise not to tell anyone else," I plead, her head nodding. She curls her body closer to mine and kisses me lightly, assuring me a way only she can do.

"I have a learning disability and it makes it hard to comprehend things. It takes me a really long time to read some things and that's why I have a short circuit half the time. I don't understand well," I tell her, her soft blue eyes so easy to look into.

"That's okay," she whispers.

"I have ADHD, meaning I have a hard time focusing. But with you, it goes away," she whispers, my lips curving as she rubs her nose against mine.

"I like it when you do that," I smile, her eyes bright.

"Rub my nose with yours?" she smiles, my head nodding.

I act like a child when I'm with her; my carefree behavior something I'm not used to but I love it.

"Do you know what a butterfly kiss is?" she asks, my head shaking. She pulls me closer and leans her head to mine, fluttering her eyelashes against my cheek. I smile, loving her gentleness with me.

"Let me try," I say, her laugh loud when my eyelashes meet her cheek. My arm wraps around her and she looks up at me, everything about her beautiful.

"Harry, I-I have a question," she asks, my head nodding.

"My...uh...you know, area," she flushes, "it feels weird, but in...a good way? Is this a wolf thing?" she asks, slightly uncomfortable with the subject.

"Yes. You yearn for your mate," I say, now noticing her clenched thighs.

She grabs my hand and I take her small fingers and engulf them, her leg moving to set above mine. Her hooked leg is smooth to the touch, her lips pressing to mine.

I crawl on top of her, her arms wrapping around my neck as she plays with my hair. Her initiation is consuming, my own heat soon forming as she trails her fingers around my bare chest.

"Touch me," she pants, my lips parting on hers. Her eyes are squeezed shut, clearly frustrated by the newly found heat. My hand pulls the sweatpants off her legs, her eyes opening to meet mine. My hand carefully sets over her, her lips releasing a gasp.

"Good?" I ask, her puffed lips so hot.

"Yes," she breathes, my hand rubbing her over her underwear. My lips press to hers and her hand cups my cheek, barely able to keep the kiss. I watch her over the next few minutes, barely holding on much longer until she falls into the pillows. My lips splay kisses to her skin, her fingers moving into my hair.

"Harry," she moans, my hand moving into her shirt.

"It's going to be a long night for us," I whisper, her lips curving. My lips smile and I press my lips to hers, knowing our night will be full of dealing with each other's heats.

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