Ayra S

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You're Mine, I'm Not Yours 

Francisco's POV

I drove home sullenly, not wanting to leave the place where my new favorite memory took place. Right before she left... It was so perfect. A little intense, but what I can say? Seeing the real her brought fire to places that needed satisfying. 

Go back to my mate, Francisco, stop being a baby, go make her happy, make me happy. Now.

My wolf commanded me, and I sighed.

No, I won't touch her again till she's ready, I fought back. Damn animal.

If we don't persuade her, she'll move on and never be ready. What are we going to do then? You know Ivan has his eyes on our little mate.

My wolf growled, it's voice turning taunting at the end. I growled and clenched my hands around the steering wheel to keep myself from killing him. Literally.

No, he wouldn't do that, I argued back, my heart starting to beat hard in my chest. My phone rang, and my body stiffened when I saw who the caller was. Ivan.

Told you so. Now, pick up the phone and tell him she's yours. Do it. Now.

My wolf urged me on, and I nodded, knowing that she was mine and no one else's.

"Hey, Ivan. What's up?" I asked, struggling to keep my tone light. I would soon get my words out. 

I heard a click and Ivan spoke softly. "I need a favor, man. Listen, I asked out Alex and she said yes! I really like her, and I need to know the perfect place for a first date. Possibly good enough for her to ask for another?" He questioned, chuckling a little at the end. She said... yes? No, no, this wasn't her fault. She was just trying to be nice.

My wolf took over and said for me, "You will not take her on a date." There was a pause on the other line, then I heard his breath catch. "Francisco, what are-" I cut him off. "She is mine. No one else's. If I catch you looking at her again I will punish you. And you will regret doing it. I give you permission to be her friend, but nothing more, and if there is something more, I will find out." Then I hung up the phone. My wolf was pleased to have sent that punk straight. I, on the other hand, was too busy thinking about Alex. She was lonely. I would change that.

Alex's POV

I was in my room when the phone rang. A small part of me thought it was Francisco. A small part of me wished it was Francisco. It wasn't, and I was oddly disappointed. It was only Ivan. I smiled as I put the phone to my ear. "Hey, Ivan. What's up?"

I heard him gasp a little as he breathed something like, "Francisco said that," I shrugged and let him speak when he was ready. It took a couple minutes. I was about to hang up when I heard a noisy exhale on the other end. "Uh, Alex. I'm sorry but I don't think I'm going to be able to take you on that date," he muttered cursing someones name right after.

"What, why not?" I asked, I wasn't angry or annoyed, I was actually quite relieved. But, I was honestly curious. He answered way too quickly. "Nothing," he muttered softly. "Tell me," I urged. He said no, and we repeated it... over and over again.

"Fine!" He caved and I smiled in triumph. "You're boyfriend

, Francisco and I had a less than pleasant conversation over you today. He told me to stay away. And don't say that, 'that's not what he was implying', because, yes, that's exactly what he was implying. And he made that very clear. We can be friends, but just that, I'm sorry." He said sounded really sad and I pouted. Then I got confused.

Francisco? He didn't have any right messing with my dates! Well, not that this particular 'date' mattered anyway, but... still. I would like to make my own decisions, thank you very much. "Ivan, what exactly did he say to you?" I asked, anxious, desperate to know.

"He said, "she's mine," and, "I give you permission to be her friend, but nothing more," it was really creepy, weird, and I guess a little over protective if you ask me. You guys have only been dating, for what? A week now, I would never do that, so-" I cut him off when I heard him say "You guys have only been dating,"

I shook my head even though he couldn't see it. "Woah, woah, woah. Who said that we were dating? We're not dating. I don't even know why I would be 'his' but, I'm not. That motherfucker better be ready for what's coming to him," I muttered that last part to myself but he heard, and he started to freak out.

"No, no, no, no, no, please don't tell him! I don't want to die! Anything you want, I'll do it, just please don't tell him, I'm begging you," he pleaded in a hushed whisper, and I was shocked. He was strong, but even I knew not even close to Francisco. I sighed and nodded. "Okay. God, fine, okay, I won't tell him." I yelled at him through his rambling. He said thank you a lot of times before I finally just hung up on him.

Okay, revenge. I picked out my outfit for tomorrow. I smiled evily as I thought of his face when I paraded around school like this. I set my alarm earlier than usual, so I'd wake up at 5:30. What? I had to dress to impress, but in this case, dress to revenge. I laughed some more to myself as I changed into a long t-shirt and crawled into bed.

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