Damen's point of view

I wish she didn't have to see me like this. I could tell she was going to bolt. She was looking at me with a completely shocked face. I just stood there patiently waiting for a long time until she finally spoke, "Well, you weren't lying."

Her words took me by complete surprise. I was expecting at least a scream but no; she was calmly calculating the situation. She reached out and touched the point of my ear. Her head tilted to the side in confusion. Oh no, that look again. She asked, "So what type of werewolf are you? Like is there a pop culture reference that actually got it right? "

I think about it for a minute. I try not to watch any werewolf related movies or shows for obvious reasons. Hmmm. "Well I honestly do not not how to answer that. This is my halfway form, meaning I can transform into a full wolf. It is painful to complete so I do not do it that often, but he likes to stretch. I'm still in full control in this form. I share custody of the wolf body so to say. Sorry this probably is not making any sense, I've never had to explain this to anyone before."

Rose looked incredibly overwhelmed with all of this new information. I would love to know her wild thoughts running through her head right now. I ease back into my human form as she is processing this information. I gently tucked her hair behind her ear as she was deep in thoughts. She finally asked while slightly biting her lower lip in a way I felt it down in my lower stomach, "So what does it mean that I'm you're mate?"

I wrapped my arms around her small form that was built to fit mine perfectly. I answered in a mere whisper right by her ear, "What does it mean that your my mate? It's another hard one to explain. You were created for me, I was created for you. Whatever our souls are made of, mine and yours are the same. We are incomplete without the other. Once we mate and the process is complete, we will be connected forever." 

She asked in a quivering voice, "What do you mean by 'mate'?"

I pulled away from our embrace to look at her face. She had a pale look on her face, like I had told her there had been a death in the family. I answered with a questioning look, "You know, making love, sex?"

She pushed me on my chest and I eased back. I asked honestly confused by her reaction, "What's so wrong with that?"

She looked up at me like I had three eyes. Then she shook her head no. What was the matter with her? It's just sex, people talk about it every day. I asked again, "Tell me."

 Her cheeks started to get red, as she said, "No, you will laugh at me."

I sighed starting to get an idea what was wrong and said, "No I won't. Just tell me or we will be like this all day. I'm sure Tyler can amuse Melissa the rest of the day."

She set her face in a determined glare, she replied, "No."

I narrowed my eyes, "Tell me."

"No."

"Fine, I'll make you."

My lips crashed to hers with in seconds. She responded by wrapping her slim arms around my neck while gently pulling on my hair. I moaned with in seconds. I removed my lips from hers and gently placed kisses along her delicate jawline until I reached her sweat spot behind her ear and sucked. She sucked in her breath and whimpered, "Damen, please."

I removed my mouth and demanded, "Tell me."

"No!"

"Have it your way." My lips found there way to her sweat spot and sucked again. Her back started to arch. My hands rubbed up and down her back. She finally gasped, "Okay! I'm a virgin!''

I stared at her dumb folded. Is that all she was really worried about? I didn't expect her to be a whore. Her head was down, so I grabbed her chin forcing her to look at me, "You were really upset over that? It's okay Rose. We'll wait until you're ready. I won't pressure you into anything. Okay?"

She still looked like she wanted to craw in a hole. I never wanted her t feel like that with me. She looked toward the doorway because she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly jumped off the desk. Tyler and Melissa walked into the room hand in hand. I stated, "You know Tyler You should probably keep you're relationship a secret. I mean it could be called 'rape' considering the age difference."

Rose looked at me with confusion and asked, "Oh yeah, how old are you guys? Mr. Young never said an age."

Tyler answered oblivious to the fact Rose was regarding me wearily, "Well, I'm 24 years old. And Damen is 26 years old. He acts about two though."

Then she said with an angry look, "How come you didn't tell me how old you are? That's almost a ten year difference!"

Crap, I'm in trouble. Oh, I'm going to kill Tyler!