Her Forever

Rosalie

Jack’s breath hitched. “You, you love me?” Jack whispered as his hold on me got tighter. He waited for my answer, and as the seconds carried on, his grip only grew a bit closer, not enough to hurt me. I lifted my head up, and he let go, looking down into my eyes while I stared back up at his.

“I do, I think I really do,” I whispered slowly. Jack’s eyebrow raised as to question why I would say, “think.” I sighed, put the sheet around me to cover my breasts, and sat up to look at him.

“I’ve never loved anyone, not really,” I looked down and looked back into his eyes again. How could I love someone when no one has ever loved me before?

“You know all my deepest, darkest secrets, the most dreadful secrets. Most that no one ever knows or will know, and yet in the end, you don’t think anything less of me. You take care of me,” I put my hand on his cheek. “You give me a feeling that makes my toes curl and a force that runs through my veins, causing me to blush at the smallest of things. It makes me want to scream all my worries, my fears away because I know you will replace it with your love for me. Your touch is like small whispers telling me that I will be OK and that you will be with me always with your sweet promises. You make me trust again; you make me feel.” A tear dropped down my cheek. “Once I was done dancing today, and I saw you, that was when I thought, ‘Ah so this must be love.'”

Jack sat up and took both of his hands to my cheeks and pulled me close, and rubbed his nose to mine like he loves to do. “Is that love Jack? Because I think I do love you if that’s what it feels like.”

“My love, the only reason why I know what love is, is because of you. You give me a reason to breathe, a reason for living, and a reason to fight for us. Love doesn’t really have a certain definition or meaning; it’s a feeling.” Jack pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling him, and he kissed me passionately.

We m****d together, touched one another, and made each other fall apart all over again. We felt heaven and fell back down to earth, so many times I lost count. We’d never made love, not yet. Jack said he wouldn’t be able to control whether he’d mark me, and he knew I was scared to death of the bite. Not to mention he was worried about the now faded branding scar.

The following day I realized I completely forgot to tell Jack about the strange anomaly from one of his companies. Bigco Corporation had millions of dollars missing, and no one had caught up on it. Worst of all, they had used Keith’s username and password.

Jack was still sleeping soundly; we were both up late last night doing things I never even thought were even possible without having s*x. My blush instantly appeared as I tried to tap my cheeks to get rid of my flush.

Sensing I was awake, Jack rolled over and grabbed me, and pulled me close. I started giggling into his chest and feeling the scruff on his face brush the top of my head. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said gruffly in his morning voice. That had to be the sexiest sound I have ever heard, and it shot right through my core. Before I could say anything, he started laughing deeply and softly in his chest. “Nice to know I have that effect on you, my love.” I smiled at his endearment. No matter what he called me, I cherished every moment of it.

“Mmm,” I snuggled deeper into his embrace, and he held me tight. “I know you are scared of being marked, but I promise it won’t hurt; it would be quite pleasurable, actually. They say it is like an instant o****m, and we both know how much you like those.” I shuttered, hearing him talk so dirty.

“Stop!” I squeaked while he let out a big laugh. Jack explained that a mark was something so special, better than any vow or marriage a human could have. It was something permanent and intertwined two souls together forever. To think that we would be together forever gives me warm flutters in my heart. He would always be there, scars or not, to be with me to grow old with and have a family. The only problem was the mark itself. I’m scared to death of any more pain; I’ve endured enough. Was I willing to take the next step for just a pinch of pain followed by pleasure? I think I was.

“I-I do want you to m-mark me,” I spoke softly to Jack as he held me in his arms.

“Are you sure?” his voice was soft, calming, and concerned. He knew this was a big deal for me; it had been one crazy month-long roller coaster. I went from a loner a no one and was scared of letting anyone in to want to be accepted into a pack of Werewolves! My mind must have been completely lost because I was willing to jump in with both feet and not look back.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I traced my finger on the outline of his jaw. His beard tickled my finger as I continued to trace it up to his eyes. Warmth flooded his face, and a small smile graced me. I loved this man, and I wanted nothing more than to make him happy, and I knew that if he was happy, I was over the moon.

“I would do it, right here, right now, but…” he sighed. “I want to make sure it’s actually OK. Your branding bond mark is gone, but I want to make sure it is completely gone before I mark you with a true mark. Let me talk to the Elders today.” A brief moment rushed through our bodies of disappointment of having to wait but, what was a day or two of waiting.

“That’s alright; after a day or two of patience, then we can grow old together,” I grinned. Expecting a smile back, I was greeted with another expression. Worry. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t really told you but, we won’t, we won’t grow old together.” My smile dropped, and panic started to fill my lungs.

“What do you mean we won’t grow old together? What does that mean? Do we die young!?” I said worriedly. Jack let out a loud laugh and fell back onto the pillows. “I don’t see what is so funny; you need to spit out what you want to say!”

“I’m sorry, Kitten, I forgot to tell you. You won’t; we won’t age. Werewolves stop aging at 30; we can live a very long time.” Staring at him in confusion, I started to think back to everyone at the packhouse. I didn’t see any elderly people here; they were all fit and healthy. I tilted my head like a lost puppy. How old was this man?

“Exactly how old are you?”

Jack chuckled.

“145?” He shrugged his shoulders. My mouth was agape. I was barely 19, and this guy was old. He was robbing the cradle. How was this going to work? He is more educated than I was. I was just me!

“Say something. I know it seems old, but I don’t act it now, do I? I mean, look what we did last night,” Jack wiggled his eyebrows. I blushed again and covered my face. “Staaaaaahp! I get it!” I squealed.

“That blush gets me every time,” he put a piece of hair behind my ear.

After showering and getting dressed, I realized I STILL had not told Jack about the accounting issue. I finally spilled the beans about it all. How they do it during payroll to make sure it doesn’t look out of the ordinary, that they are logging on to a specific computer and network and using Keith’s password and username when obviously it wasn’t him.

I’ve never witnessed Jack get angry in person, but I could tell he was steaming. The worst part was that he was upset that I found it, and none of his accountants had. Now he had been losing dearly for it. With a few quick phone calls, the whole department was fired, and raging Jack went into Alpha mode. I decided to step away from that and go find Amanda and see what she was up to. Ever since I learned about mates and how she found Tyson the day I arrived, she and him had been locked up in her room.

It was funny how they were two complete opposites. Tyson was stoic and scary, and Amanda just wasn’t. She was a little ray of sunshine that had brought me into this crazy world that I have now come to love. I owed her everything, and I honestly could call her my best friend. I’m not sure if I was hers, but I would be okay with it if I weren’t.

Amanda’s door was open, and she was sitting at her large desk in the corner of her room. She was deeply immersed in what she was doing. There were magazines, scraps of fabric, and her laptop flashing pictures on the screen. The bed was made, and I didn’t see Tyson anywhere, so greedily, I walked into her room. “Amanda!” Amanda jumped and put her hand over her heart. “Dear goddess, what the hell, Lee?”

“Did I just spook a Werewolf?” I said, surprised. “Wow, I will take it as a compliment!” Amanda rolled her eyes and continued what she was preparing. “What are you doing that you are concentrating so hard on?”

“I’m planning our Halloween party. Several packs are coming in, and it is a great way to get Wolves to mingle and find mates. It is actually a lot of fun. I’m the party planner, so I’m trying to budget, plan, and get decorations for the event.” Amanda was so giddy about doing it she started to show me all the ideas for decorations. Tons of black and red, skeletons, and a dungeon-like atmosphere. It would be a great party, but it reminded me of where I stayed when I was younger, getting cut and beaten to a pulp, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be the party pooper. Besides, I was healing from all of that.

“It’s only a few weeks away; we should get you a costume. What would you want to be?” Amanda asked while clicking away on the computer. I’ve never dressed up for Halloween; none of my foster parents took me; they only took their own kids. I remember sitting at the window watching all the children go by holding out their bags of candy, going door to door yelling, ‘Trick or treat.’ I ended up being the kid at home handing out the candy, not receiving it.

“I’ve never done the whole Halloween thing, but with my new obsession with The Greatest Showman, I think I want to be Anne Wheeler, Phillip Carlyle’s love interest. I just adore the pink hair,” I gushed.

“We should all go as something from the musical! I don’t think I can see Alpha Jack in Phillip’s costume, though. He never dresses up!”

“Oh my gosh, he would be so hot in a uniform.” I was drooling thinking about it and how nice his muscles would bulge in it. Amanda started laughing at me, which knocked me out of my stupor, only Jack interrupted again at the door.

His face looked defeated as he rested his hand on the door frame with Keith and Bruce behind him. “We need to talk, Kitten.”