His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 8

I just nodded and ran upstairs to change.

[Later that Night]

Luckily my parents didn't notice my blood-stained shirt as I threw it in the trash. It was a relief not to have them hate me for being associated with a werewolf. They would disown me if they ever found out that Vincent was forcing me to be his mate.

I was now in my bedroom getting ready to fall asleep. I lied down on my bed, resting my head on the pillow when I heard the howl of a wolf.

"Oh God," I muttered, already knowing what was up.

I shuffled to my window, looking out at the forest behind my block. It was rather close, allowing me to see it easily. As I stared at the trees I saw the glowing yellow eyes that belonged to Vincent, watching me.

I can't even sleep without him watching me too?!

This sucks.

I rolled my eyes, walking away from the window to lie back down. Vincent gave out one more howl and then allowed me to fall asleep. He was most likely making sure I wouldn't run off anywhere in the night, which did sound like a good idea.

I didn't get much sleep that night. All that kept running through my mind were the events of the horrific day, shouting out at me that I was now technically property of a werewolf. Oh, and get this: he's my new PE coach. Excellent...

I peeled my eyes open at the shrilling screams of my stupid alarm clock. Groaning, I rolled over and slapped the top of it, eventually hitting the Stop button. When it was silenced, I lied in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Unfortunately I didn't catch whatever my brother, who was now coughing his lungs out, had. Life's a bitch.

"Nora, hurry up or you'll miss the bus," my mom said as she knocked on my door.

Remembering Vincent's demand that he drive me to school this morning, I winced. "Umm, Jessie's mom is giving us a ride this morning," I lied.

"Make sure you thank her," my mom called as she walked off to comfort my brother.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened my front door, there was Vincent's black truck parked in front of my house. I saw Vincent inside, bouncing up and down like an excited kid. What a nerd. He opened the door for me from the inside, giving me a look that told me to hurry up.

I fast-walked to the truck and reluctantly hopped in, shutting the door, sealing off my escape...for now. As soon as I was inside, I was wrapped in Vincent's strong embrace; he nuzzled me, his chest vibrating with what I assumed was like a purr.

"Good morning Mate," he happily said. He held onto me for a while before starting the car back up and driving off. I noticed that he was trying to impress me with his looks. He wore a black polo shirt that strained across his massive chest muscles, none of the three buttons at the top done. His biceps seemed to bulge out of the sleeves, being too big to be confined in fabric. He wore those jeans that looked worn, the kind a working man wears. He appeared to have styled his hair, attempting to look like he hadn't spent a few moments working on it, the bed-head/spiked look.

Well, unfortunately for him, I don't find dogs sexy.

We began to drive off down the street, when he took a right instead of left. "Where are we going?" I asked him.

Vincent had a wide smile on his face and his arm around me shoulders, keeping me close to his warm body. "I figured I'd treat you to some breakfast before school. I'm gonna take you to that one diner near the highway," he answered.

Vincent was referring to Bill's Diner, a diner that was run exclusively by werewolves, meant to serve food up to werewolf standards. That just meant more meat products and larger portions.