7 Marking The Human

No one came to wake her up with any more questions for the remainder of the day. They simply provided her with food, water, and a few items of clothing.

This continued for two days until she thought of a plan to get away and go home on the next day.

The door opened and a young man with a tray pushed himself into the room just as she was deep in thinking.

A bright smile broke on her face. The man looked young and she knew she could easily work her way through this one.

"What's your name?" Eleanor demanded as she prolonged her gaze on him, her smile still not fading as she raised her eyebrows.

"I'm James," his reply came regardless. He at first wanted to ignore her but he could not do that, especially with the smile and look she was giving him.

"How old are you and what is going on out there?" This time, she was no longer on the bed and was standing beside him and touching him.

"I'm 21!" He exclaimed, feeling angry all of a sudden. Maybe because he knew the others would snap his head when they find him getting this friendly with her.

"Me too!" But to Eleanor, she was just happy someone was the same age as her.

"Everyone is busy looking for mother," he only informed her. She neared him the more, her hands all over him. She wanted to seduce him, so he'd let her escape.

As she continued to touch him, while leaning more on him, she noticed how the young man's forehead broke into sweats. His shoulders were locked up, raised to hide his neck.

Just then, the door burst open and an angry man entered.

She noticed it was the calm one but the moment she saw his face she knew one more time, that his manner had changed; just like some days ago, he had angrily held her.

"Beta Alan," James called as he tried to escape from her hold. His breath panty, only making Beta Alan more irate.

All of a sudden, Alan scooped her away from him. She again saw that his eye color had changed.

"Get out!" He roared at James and with the speed of lightning, he was out of the room, flying with speed.

"Mine!" Again, she noticed the change in Alan's voice. It was deeper and sounded more dangerous. One thing she was sure of, was he sure had a different demeanor when angry.

"I only wanted to get to know him," she didn't know why she tried explaining herself.

Alan was still furious and got more furious when she tried to get out of his hold. Then after a few seconds, Eleanor felt his nose on his nape, sniffing her.

A sudden bolt of excitement shot through her, making her feel cold. She ceased her breath and closed her eyes.

"Mine!" She heard him claim once more. She was only not aware of who and what he was claiming.

Without warning, she felt sharp teeth sinking deep into her skin. It was painful and she let out a cry. That only seemed to have satisfied Alan the more.

After this, he licked the wound and the pain she was feeling was suddenly laced with an immense pleasure.

Without knowing, she was already moaning his name, "Alan."

That was how she remembered James had called him- even though she heard Beta Alan, she only felt Alan was what she wanted to call him. Her fingers traveled behind her as he was still standing behind her and his lips on her nape.

"I'm not Alan. I'm Scott," that revelation woke her up from whatever she was high on.

"Are you guys twins?" She was curious because if they were, for some weird reason she was drawn to them already and the sudden feeling of wanting to be with this one was slowly filling her up.

Instead of answering, he left her side, leaving her speechless and also out of breath.

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The minute Alan had walked out of his room: where Eleanor was now staying, temporarily until they were convinced she was not a part of the scheme, he fought his way to take control of their human form.

He knew that was going to happen when Scott had told him he felt something was going on in their room.

They had first seen her dancing across them when they were with the others. At the time, they weren't sure she was their mate. The room was filled with booze, cigar, and other substances you could find at the club.

As for werewolves, their sense of smell was very heightened and they could smell everything as though they were tied around their necks and perhaps nose. But none could intoxicate any of them as they were not human...

Even so, Scott was unable to tell where the faint but pleasing scent was coming from and even as she danced, he got agitated as he watched his brothers and cousins looking her way. The other one was also a good dancer but just not someone he'd look at for long, she even smelled common.

At least that was what he had thought.

As the long night was over, The six men got out of the club. Alfredo, the owner came to bid them goodbye. Alan didn't know why he was attached to the place and didn't want to leave. His wolf was also whining about staying longer since he wanted to be sure about something.

One of Alan's cousins, Jordan was a good friend of his and so he always availed Hermosa, his club to him whenever he wanted to use it. It was Alan's and the other's first time visiting the club.

At that moment as they sat in their cars, two, waiting for Jordan to finish his pleasant conversation with his friend, Andrew, the third brother had a call. His sudden swearing had caught the other's attention.

It had happened their mother had gone for a run and was still not back. Their mother was the past Luna and the mother of the four boys; Simon, the Alpha, Alan, the Beta, Andrew the Gamma, and Daniel the Delta.