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I hate the stares I get when I walk around town. The news tells all. I was once reported as missing, my friends were murdered, and now I'm back attempting to live again. But I miss Harry.

I've moved in with my old friend Elle, her assurance that it's fine allowing me to know it's okay. It's been a few weeks on my own but I've stopped taking the medicine a couple days ago. It's not helping me so I stopped.

My feet rush into the library to get away from the rain and I sit at a table, setting my headphones in my ears as I grab my book. As I read, I constantly feel as if everyone is watching me.

Harry, can you hear me?

I've tried but nothing has been able to through to him. There isn't a way I can talk to him otherwise and it's hard not being able to reach him like this.

I sigh and bury my head in my hands, fed up with why I can't reach him.

"Did you see the wolf in the city yesterday?" I hear someone say, my senses heightened. They're on the other side of the library.

"It was huge. My husband took a picture."

The picture is on her phone and I look at it, zeroing in on the wolf.

It's Harry.

My feet bolt out the library and I run to the park where the picture was taken. The rain pours onto my body but I still search around in hope. I can't smell him or talk to him and it's impossible to know where he is.

Harry! I try, running around. There is no sign of his wolf anywhere. The fact has my heart slumping in my chest.

I give up after a half hour, walking into a restaurant and sitting down in a booth. My order for tea is placed and it's in front of me in seconds.

My phone rings and I answer the call, Elle's voice flowing through the phone.

"Hi Mae!" she cheers, my lips curving but I'm still in pain.

"Hey."

"I'm calling to let you know I'm staying at Ethan's tonight," she says, my head nodding.

"Okay. Have fun," I smile, hanging up.

My phone is set on the table and I grab my book, reading again. The words are ironic; the love story one I feel is written to spike my love life.

The bell to the restaurant rings and my neck stings, my hand cupping the mark left on my neck. I squeeze my eyes closed and shove the book down, attempting to get the pain to fade.

"Have you seen this girl?" I hear someone ask the hostess. My body peers around the side of the booth and my heart stops. A hoodie adorns his body, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a picture of me held up to the woman in front of him.

"No. I haven't seen her," she says. "She's been missing for a while."

"I need to find her. Do you know anyone that could help me?" he asks, my hand fumbling to grab the proper amount of money for the tea. I pay quickly, standing but Harry's already out the door. My feet run after him and I run out the door.

The rain causes my hair to stick to my face, causing me to constantly brush it out of my face. Once I reach Harry, I hook my hand around his neck and he turns. My hand pulls his head down and I press our lips together, his arms wrapping around my body completely and tightly.

His body is warm, regardless of the rain. His lips are still so soft and full, my hand remaining against his cheek.

"I've looked everywhere for you," he breathes, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"I've tried talking to you. I can't even smell you right now," I tell him, my hand taking the glasses off his nose.

"Same with me. They gave you a shot in the hospital that makes your sense of smell shot. The pills you were taking made your ability to talk to me fade."

He lifts the hood to my jacket up and he kisses me again, tightening his arms around my body.

"I've been a mess," I whisper, his hands tightening around me.

"Haven't slept," he mumbles, kissing me again.

I hold onto his neck and he holds me close, pulling away to take him back to the apartment. His hand holds mine and he nearly pushes anyone in our path away from me. He's so angry and he doesn't even realize it.

After I unlock the apartment, I pull him in and he lifts me up immediately. My arms wrap around his neck and he walks down the hall, my lips trailing down his neck to tell him where to go.

He lays me down on the bed and I keep my legs wrapped around his waist, his hand squeezing my breast lightly. As I gasp, he rolls his tongue against mine and I kiss him back.

"Please," he whispers, his heat shown clearly.

All I can think about right now is him. He's the only one for me and I know it.

"Mate with me," I whisper against his lips, my eyes meeting his.

"I want this," I tell him, my breathing calming down as he looks at me.

He nods and lifts his body up, retracting the hoodie on his body. His bare torso is on show and he kisses my lips, my hands on his cheeks in seconds.

His hands lift up my shirt and it falls to the floor, his eyes looking at my chest.

"You're sure?" he asks, my head nodding.

"Yes," I breathe, his hands feeling my stomach.

His jeans are tight on his legs, my hands unzipping the zipper and popping the button. As I take them off, he kicks them off his legs and I run my fingers through his hair once again. His eyes watch me, my lips kissing his forehead before he takes my black jeans off my body.

"Wait," he says, walking out of the room. I hear the lock to the front door and he comes back into the room, shutting the door behind him. He takes my hand and climbs into the bed with me, his lips touching mine.

"Do- Do you have feelings for me?" I ask, his hand cupping my cheek.

"Yes," he whispers, looking into my eyes. His muscles flex, holding his weight off me.

"Because I need to know what we have won't go away," I whisper, his forehead leaning against mine.

"It won't. I assure you. What do I need to do to prove to you that this is real?" he whispers, eyes closing as he talks. My eyes flutter shut, breathing him in.

My thumb brushes over his lips, his seriousness in this moment telling me everything I need to know.

"Make love to me," I whisper, his lips parting to press a kiss to the pad of my thumb.

He removes the rest of our clothes, his hands feeling my body in a way that leaves me breathless. The way his lips suck on the skin of my chest causes my heart to pound; his curls tickling my skin.

Lightning illuminates the room as we lay, his body hot. "It won't hurt," he whispers.

"You're immune to this type of pain," he whispers, my hands grabbing at his hair. He presses his lips to mine before easing into me, my arms wrapping around him as he does so. I can feel myself expand as we become one, my lips parting. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me to him as he pushes all the way in. It doesn't hurt; it's a foreign feeling.

"Fuck, Mae. Oh, Mae," he pants, my nails running against his back.

"Harry," I moan, his lips parting against my neck. His back is glistening in the moonlight, the lightning causing our skin to glow. He kisses the base of my throat, trailing his lips up to mine. Simple kisses are pecked between us, our loss of air due to the increasing warmth in the room.

He starts to move, my head rolling back. He kisses along my chest, touching my body with his hands. He starts to go faster, but I set my hand on his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.

"Go slow, please," I whisper, his arms wrapping around me.

"Of course" he whispers, my lips receiving a kiss.

My heel presses into his lower back, his hip sharply jutting a quick thrust. I moan, his hands moving and gripping my waist as he continues leaving love-bites down my neck.

"Fuck, baby," he moans, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His lips attack my chest, sucking and lightly biting me. I'm in euphoria; utterly high on him. My stomach clenches and I know I'm close, my hands grabbing his head.

"I'm close," I whisper, his eyes meeting mine. He kisses my forehead and begins to get sloppy with his thrusts, my arms wrapping back around.

He rides out my high, pulling out and releasing on my stomach. His sweaty hair is all curly and I begin to kiss around his face, his warm body an addictive scent.

"Holy fuck," he breathes, my lips releasing a laugh. He chuckles and buries his head in my neck, my breathing beginning to return to normal.

I feel him retract his hips, a whimper leaving my lips as he does so. It felt weird.

"Hold on," he whispers, reaching and grabbing a tissue. He wipes his come off my stomach and sets it on the floor, my body lying under his.

"I've missed you so much," he says, brushing my hair away from my face.

"I missed you too," I smile, running my fingers through his hair.

"Is he...you know?" I ask, his head shaking.

"No fucking clue if he's dead, if I'm being honest with you."

I smile, his nose brushing mine.

"I was angry at them so I left. If I can't last more than a day without you, imagine what this week has been like? The past three weeks to be exact," he says, rolling to the side but pulling me on top of him.

"I miss your pretty eyes. And your smile," I grin, his lips curving.

"Thanks beautiful," he says, squeezing my bottom.

I laugh and he kisses my cheek, his eyes so green. "I'm going to take a quick shower, okay?" I ask, his head nodding.

The sheet is wrapped around me and I stand up, collecting a tee and panties.

"You look like pure sex," he says, my head turning to look at him. He has his hands laced, set on the back of his head as he looks at me. The bed cover is pushed just to cover his manhood and I have a hard time looking anywhere but his body, his biceps flexed in the most beautiful way.

"Like a goddess," he smirks, winking at me. I'm a blushing mess by the time I walk into the bathroom, my hand turning the dial to the shower on. I wash myself, but not long after I feel two hands grab my waist.

"Hello baby," Harry whispers in my ear, his lips on my ear in a second.

"Hi," I flush, his hands pulling me into his body.

"Have I told you I like your bum?" he whispers in my ear, my body curling into his as he whispers compliments in my ear.

"So beautiful," he says, my lips releasing a laugh as his hands squeeze my sides.

After a few more teasing touches, we finish our shower and he takes me back into my bedroom.

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"Harry," I whisper, his suffocating body lying directly on top of me.

He groans, tightening his arms around my torso. His head nuzzles further into my neck, my fingers running through his hair.

"Wolfie, shift over," I whisper, his lips curving but he doesn't move.

"Harry, please," I whisper, his head shaking as he sighs in contentment.

"No."

His voice is low and husky, sleep still filled in his voice.

"You're overbearingly hot at the moment. Please move," I whisper, his lips curving.

"I know I'm hot. Not moving," he says, my eyes rolling.

My hand cups his bottom and he jolts, my body quickly moving out of his arms and out of bed. He grabs my hand and pulls me back, grabbing my cheeks.

"Can you make me tea?" he asks, my head nodding.

"Only if you get up," I smiles, kissing his cheek and walking out of my room. I wrap my hair into a bun and begin making tea, Harry walking into the kitchen later. He's put jeans on and I smile at his dimples, his arms wrapping around my from behind.

"Who do you share this place with?" he asks, my fingers grabbing ingredients for French toast.

"My old friend Elle. She was out with her boyfriend last night," I tell him, his head resting on my shoulder.

"We should get our own place. Have our own kind of fun," he says, making me blush.

"Would you want that?" I ask, his hand tilting my face to look at him.

His eyes look directly into mine and I turn, setting my hands on his waist.

"Of course I would. You're all I need," he says, holding my cheeks. He kisses my forehead and I blush, my heart pounding.

"We'll see. I have to get used to this feeling first," I say, kissing his cheek before attending to the French toast.

The front door opens and my eyes widen, Elle walking in.

"Hi Mae. How wa-" she stops mid-sentence, looking at Harry.

"Uh, Elle, this is Harry," I say, her jaw dropping.

All she knows is that he's, for all intents and purposes, my boyfriend. My explanation was Harry and I were still together, I just had to come home for a while.

"Hot damn Mae. Good job," she smiles, Harry and I both clearly uncomfortable at this confrontation.

"Thanks," I flush again, Harry grabbing my hand.

"Well, it's very nice to meet Mae's boyfriend," she says, walking out of the room.

Harry pulls me into him and I feel the heat on my cheeks.

"We were just outed by your friend," he whispers, my head burying into his chest.

"It's never happened before," I shyly admit, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"Good."

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