His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 42

It was then that I became aware that a majority of the girls in the area were staring at me, some narrowing their eyes in anger, some widening their eyes in surprise. All of them were wearing tattered dresses or dirty jeans.

Vincent quietly laughed. "Well Mate, I guess you're now the best dressed in the omega community here."

Now I do have to admit, that it pretty cool. Vincent spent all his money just so that I could feel pride in what I looked like.

"Damn she's fine," I heard one voice comment, no doubt belonging to a male.

I turned my head to see two male werewolves eyeing me, one of them pointing as he talked about me to his friend.

"Hell yeah, check her out," his friend mused.

Vincent's grip on my hand tightened, and I could hear his breath get all labored, like he was fighting to control himself. I looked up at him, seeing him glare at the two guys and bare his teeth at them, his canines looking intimidating.

But the guys didn't get the point.

"Man, what I wouldn't give to have her as my mate," one of them said.

Then Vincent snapped. I felt my body get shoved behind his. He stood in front of me, in a defensive stance, his claws out and a low growl escaping.

"She's MY mate," he growled at the guys.

The one on the right laughed at him, not even a little afraid of the snarling wolf who clearly outweighed him by at least fifty pounds of muscle. Shoot, even I was a little scared, and I was the one Vincent was protecting, not even considering attacking me.

"Silly mutt," the guy laughed. "Omegas have no right to human mates in this territory."

Vincent whimpered and immediately moved back to me, tightly gripping my arm in his powerful hand. The other wolves laughed at him.

"What does that mean?" I piped up.

The werewolf on the left spoke up this time. "That means that a human can leave their werewolf mate if they're an omega, and the wolf can't do anything about it. Humans have a lot more rights in this territory, God knows why."

"I love you Nora!" Vincent cheered as he pulled me to him. I expected him to just wrap me up in a sweaty hug, but instead I was shocked when I felt something slimly and warm enter my mouth.

My eyes widened in shock as I stood there, getting Frenched by Vincent, who was happily exploring the crevices of my mouth with his tongue. He held my head in place with one of his beefy hands, while his other arm was secured around my waist. Yeah, he was trying to keep me to him as he stole my first kiss. If I wasn't paralyzed in shock, I would have tried to fight him off or something, but instead I just stood there, doing nothing.

Finally Vincent pulled away, panting. "I love you," he breathed. Then he looked over my shoulder at the other two werewolves, snarling.

He pushed me behind him. I began to spit Vincent's saliva out of my mouth as I heard him beating the crap out of the other wolves.

It didn't take long before Vincent stopped beating up the two werewolves who hit on me. Eventually they ran off, all bloody and mangled and Vincent looked over at me, smiling triumphantly, as if he did right by beating people up and by forcing a kiss on me. And it was a nasty kiss too!

"Let's go Mate," he smiled as he grabbed my hand in his giant one, leading me down a path.

"Where are we going?" I asked, knowing that it was a smart thing to just leave the kiss ignored. If Vincent thought that I didn't think anything of it, then he most likely won't do it again as it won't elicit a reaction. Smart, right?