His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 5

I didn't do anything back. I just let myself be dragged away.

Vincent stopped in his tracks and let out a low growl, the sound vibrating his chest, and consequently me since I was kept so close. He turned and looked down at me, his blue eyes flashing yellow for a brief second. "My wolf just reminded me to get your name, Mate," he said, before that huge grin reappeared on his face, showing off his canines.

They sure were pointy.

Vincent cleared his throat. "Mate?"

I shook my head, escaping the trance his fangs put on me. "What?"

He smiled again. "I want to know your name. Like, mine's Vincent Abin."

"Oh," I said. "I'm Nora Song."

Vincent began to lead me to wherever he was going in the parking lot. He seemed to muse over something for a while. "Nora Abin," he finally said aloud. "It has a nice ring to it, dont'cha think?"

Oh God, he did not just attach his last name to me already. I decided not to answer his question. "Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"I'm going to drive you home that way you can introduce me to your parents," Vincent said as he stopped in front of a black pickup truck. It didn't have a back seat and it looked like it was the perfect size for just two people, keeping them close to one another.

Damn it!

"Why do we have to tell my parents?" I asked, my heart picking up speed with just the thought of my parents finding out that a werewolf chose me as his mate.

Vincent cocked his eyebrow and opened the passenger side door for me. "Why not?" he asked.

"No reason," I lied, knowing that he's lash out if I told him that my family, including me, hates werewolves.

"What are you hiding from me?" Vincent asked, practically shoving me into the truck. I blushed when he even did my seat belt for me. What am I, five?

He slammed the door shut and I briefly considered locking him out. However, where would that get me? He has the keys and the strength of a beta werewolf! He can rip this whole truck in half, including me, in a matter of seconds!

On impulse, I raised my arm to wipe the kiss off my forehead with my sleeve. As soon as I did, however, a ferocious snarl erupted from Vincent and he slammed on the brakes, making me jerk in my seat. He grabbed both my shoulders and forced me to look at him, his eyes switching from blue to yellow again.

I'm in trouble.

Have you ever wished that you'd just taken three seconds to think something over in your head before you followed through on an action?

Well I could have answered 'No' before, exactly three seconds ago. However, within those fateful three seconds, I was kissed on the forehead by an obsessive werewolf and I foolishly wiped it off. Now why did I do that? Well, it's simple really: I hate werewolves!

And now, thanks to my reflexes, I'm currently in a death grip, staring a monster in the face. That monster's name is Vincent, and he claims to be my mate.

Now, as he's glaring at me, his eyes yellow and his teeth bared, showing off his snarl of disapproval, all I can concentrate on is how stupid I was to allow myself to get in his truck with him in the first place. I could have refused. I could have ran!

Now there's a thought. Why on Earth didn't I try to run away?