You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 53

"And you, you're an idiot all the time."

I scoffed and punched his abs light; afraid of the strength that I have been given. "You're mean. And go put a shirt, before you kill my eyesight."

"What? This," Weston said and gestured to his body. "This is sexy."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Vain. If you haven't noticed, I don't find you attractive."

Weston's eyes became challenging and narrowed. I gulped as he took a step closer to me this time, his heat radiating unto my body. He slipped his hands around my waist and rubbed his hands up and down in circular motions, before resting them at the small of my back. He pulled me into him until his muscles pressed against my body. Keep in mind; I was wearing nothing but this shirt. I mean, literally nothing but the shirt.

He bent his head down and pressed his lips lightly at the dip in between my color bone, making me shiver. Goosebumps made their way onto my skin. He left a hot trail of light kisses until he met the Crescent moon mark, the mark he made and that is when I thought my knees would go week. I moaned softly, leaning my head for him to gain better access.

I felt his lips stretch into a smile before he kissed it again, making me moan louder this time. His nose trailed up my neck until his lips reached my ear. He whispered, "Babe, I think you're sexy. Especially in what you're wearing. It's only fair if I made you believe I'm attractive too."

Then he laughed as I slapped his shoulder, going red all over. "You are the worst boy friend ever," I said, stalking off to the bathroom and lowering my head in embarrassment.

***

"So tell me first, why you threw the plate," Weston asked, stroking my hair.

We were cuddling; I guess you could put it, on my bed after we both had taken separate showers. We were fully dressed appropriately, thank god. I was lucky to find some of the clothes my brother doesn't use for Weston to wear instead of him going back and forth.

I sighed, looking at the now clean floor. Thanks to Aunt Feli. She hasn't bothered me today yet because she knew I was in a bad mood. However, she did give me a lecture. "Your momma is only doin' what's best for you and God only knows how rude you were to your momma," she said in her southern accent.

I played with Weston's fingers before finally answering, "The Silver Bullet decided to make a visit."

I felt him tense up his fingers frozen in my hair. "What!" He began to raise his voice. He began to get up, but I pushed him back down, tired of arguing for once.

"What?"

"I found this," He said, pulling out the brown bottle from his pocket. He opened the cap and my nose scrunched up. "Stinks don't it?" I nodded my head and pushed the bottle away. In fact, it felt like my nose was burning now. Weston put the cap back on. "It's wolfsbane. They put it in your mom's food last night to poison her. Wolfsbane is a werewolf's weakness. Like Kryptonite to Superman. If you consume it or had physical contact to it, it will cause a reaction that may or may not be deadly to wolves. I it wasn't deadly, then you get ill, in this case, your mom."

"So, my mom's a werewolf?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes. In addition, so is your brother. Your family is quite interesting. Yes, your mom was right. The Wrodes are the highest form of werewolves you could find. In fact, higher than the Experts. You remember, the council my dad is in. Only reason why the Wrodes are not in it is because they have no reason to be. We bow down to whichever Wrodes, human or not. When I heard your middle name, I was going crazy, not wanting to believe you were one of the highest casts."

"Why am I different?" I asked my voice small as I remembered the look on my mom's face. "Why did you say, 'It's her'?"

Weston ran a hand through his hair, sighing again. "You're a healer."