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I stood at the boundary, Derek's hand holding mine captive in his own. "I don't like it".

I shuddered. "Its Anna. I believe her".

He snorted. "Its Anna. You shouldn't believe her".

I looked up at the side of his face, anguish was written all over it. "You'd do the same for Laura".

He shook his head. "Her eyes are blue and your pack is keeping her in the dungeons because even they think she's guilty".

I bit my lip. "Your eyes are blue".

He nodded, gaurded but pained. "And...they didn't get that way from killing something like a bug".

I gripped his hand tighter. "I was with her the entire time. You weren't there when we found his body. S-she...it wasn't her". I nodded, as if I was the one that needed convincing.

Derek exhaled and faced me. Uncertainty written on his face. "I know she's your sister. But you said it yourself. Her eyes are blue, Avery. Either way she's a killer. Just like everyone else in your family".

I shook my head. But the evidence was overwhelming. I felt him cup my cheek, my eyes looking up into those green ones that held me captive. I shook my head. "I know what it looks like, but it wasn't her. She w-wouldn't...couldn't..."

I don't even know what I'm trying to convince him of now. That she's innocent or that despite all the evidence that points to her, even if she told me that she did do it. That there's no way I'd let Tahlia kill her. I looked away and shuddered from the loss of contact. "Maybe another body will show up but...I need to go now".

He tipped his head to the side in fake consideration. "Sure, to be tourtured and go against my pack. Sounds like a great plan". Sarcasm was dripping off every word.

I rolled my eyes. "Your mother is going to take one look at her eyes and label her guilty. Lord knows, my pack already has".

He nodded, anger spiking between us like a bull ready to charge. "Wether you like it or not. Your sister is as good as dead. And if you cross that line then there's no coming back, Avery. You cross me, my pack and your stuck with them".

I scoffed. "Your not going to make me choose between you and my sister".

He took a step closer, and rose a challenging eyebrow at me. "Try me. Either way, she's dead. You really think the Emissary is going to continue letting us kill all these humans?. We're one death away from the humans looking into the only two houses between the forest where everyone is being killed". 

I scoffed. "I don't care. I'm not leaving them. I'm not going to leave her".

Derek shook his head. "Not handing Anna over at dawn is an open act of war. You know what that means".

I frowned. "I'd never hurt you, or your pack".

He tusked. "But your pack will. That's war. People die on both sides".

I sniffed. "It doesn't mean Anna needs to die to prevent it".

We stared the other down until Derek pulled me close. I was stuck to his chest inhaling his scent. "Don't cross."

I exhaled, enjoying that tingling sensation that went through me. "If there's a war, you know I'll fight for you. But I can't just stand by and watch my family kill yours and vis versa".

I heard him pause. "You know I can't let you do that".

I shook my head. "I can convince them. I'll tell them everything. That we're mates and that I can convince Tahlia not kill Anna".

I felt him shake his head. "You can't convince them, they're beyond reason!".

I scoffed. "You don't even know them!."

He blinked in disbelief. "I know they're all killers!."

I opened and closed my mouth. It is the truth. "It doesn't mean they're not inncoent!".

We were yelling now. Our breaths panting as we stalked eachother like prey. Until Derek smirked and had the audacity to lick my neck. I stiffened and moaned ever so slightly. "T-that's not fair".

He began sucking on the delicate area while I gripped his neck to keep standing. He exhaled, his breath hitting the area ten fold. "Life isn't fair".

I knew then that this had became our own battle. Its a dirty tactic but so effective that I'm suprised I hadn't thought of it.

Marking.

Claiming, whatever you want to call it. As soon as one of us marks the other then we're done for. A mess. We'll be consumed by the bond. And by consumed, I mean consumed. 

Marking normally takes place in a bed after sex because its so intense that we lose everything and subcome to pleasure. Not kidding. Like if Derek marks me,  he'll have to carry me back to his house because I won't be able to stand. Or do anthing but be a moaning mess for at least ten minutes.

It means...whoever marks the other first wins. If I mark Derek, I'll leave him a moaning mess and cross the line before he can even think about stopping me. If he claims me, it means I won't be able to cross and my pack will know we're mates. Know I'm apart of Tahlia's pack the second I cross. He'll carry me bridal style to his house. 

I twisted out of his grip and stared him down hard. "I don't want to hurt you, Derek".

He smirked and lifted up his hands innocently. "Didn't I already tell you it doesn't hurt?. Don't you want me to mark you?".

He said it desperatly. The same words I'm sure I once said to him. It was triggering in both making me mad and eager for it. I tusked. "It's not me I'm worried about".

In an unspoken moment of understanding, we instantly ran at eachother. Claws out and trying to pin the other down. I could tell instantly that I was losing. He's stronger and faster. So I went with a different tactic. I retracted everything, until I was normal looking and whimpered.

Confusion filtered through his face mid swing before his features reatracted and in that moment of hesitation I attacked. With my lips of course.

I had him pinned to a tree and sucked on his neck. Himself, too startled to retact before I heard the sound of success. His grunted like moan. His sounds of pleaure edged me futher while he internally struggled. His hand was in my hair, a weak attempt to move my head from his neck.

But its already begun. He's in too deep now, his wolf would never be able to refuse his mate marking him now that I've placed my fangs on his neck. Its a survival instict, he isn't in control anymore. That primal animalistic side is, the side that wants me to win.

With every suck and moan I feel my teeth sink just that tiny bit until I feel so unlike myself and plunge them in one go. I feel him shudder, that gasp before his body is basically limp. Only held up by the tree and my arms around his neck. 

I can feel myself and Derek link. I can feel his emotions so clearly. I can feel him.

Betrayal, anger, arousal and love...

I can smell a tiny part of my scent mixing in with his. All the while he's got this look of the upmost ecstasy on his face while he murumers. "n-no...A-avery"

Its all he can manage to stay as I gently place him on the forest floor. I sigh above him and move his hair out of his eyes as I watch him. Honestly, it looks like he's having a great time. I smirked as he withered in pleasure. I whiped my mouth, his blood coating my sleeve and I did the same to his neck. Watching him twitch and moan.

Derek Hale is mine.

Mine to Love.

Mine to Hate.

And mine to consume, just not today.

Today he consumes me. 

I probably only have seven minutes now to run. Until it's completed and he tries to stop me. Or more accurately able to stop me.  Its heartbreaking because I could stare at him like this for eternity.

I crouched down beside him, flicking his arm away that attempted to reach me. He's still so weak. I sighed and applied pressure on the open mark, I let my fingertips dance across the wound and took pride in the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head in even more pleasure. Low key didn't know that was possible. Smirking, I bent down and softly kissed his forehead. "I love you, Derek. Now, be a good boy and stay". 

Not that he had a choice. 

And so, I left him there while I crossed the boundary line into Wood territory. I left him there, alone in the woods and in pure bliss.

A/N

Tbh I don't even know what the fuck I just wrote. I've obviously read too many wattpad stories 😅