It’s Funny How Love Starts (IFHLS Book 1)

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The three of us walked into the ballroom and I had to say, we were the weirdest combination. Travis, the werewolf hunter and his badass gun, Zane who was now in wolf form, and me, the weird girl with the weird healing abilities.

We were quite the three musketeers.

One by one, we did our task like a construction line. Travis and Zane passed around angry hunters among themselves, taking advantage of having another person to work and rely with. Zane would hold them off until Travis shot them or stabbed them. They took care of the dirty job while I snooped behind their backs, reviving the wolves that had fallen in battle.

The more I healed, the more it was affecting my body, weakening it but fortunately I was on my own adrenaline high from all the actions that I was able to ignore my body’s warning and did a decent amount of work.

The wolves that I healed were shocked to see me looming over their heads but once they observed the scene, they snapped back into action.

The routine went on forever until there were no more werewolf hunters alive.

Good job team. Lucas said in everyone’s head.

“That went well,” a random person said, clapping his hand on Lucas’ back. By the way he carried himself as if he owned the room, I could tell he was on Elder. No one would ever dare act that way towards Lucas.

“Yes, it seems like no one was too badly injured,” Lucas observed, glad but confused how everyone looked like they could go for another round of hunters. Actually no one was injured at all, thanks to me. I hid myself behind Travis and Zane, hoping Lucas wouldn’t notice I joined the battle. If he did, my head would be on the platter.

“Uh, about that,” Amos said but it was too late.

He saw me.

“ALEXIA!” he boomed, carrying himself swiftly across the room in a graceful but deadly way.

“Hey, let it go. She’s the-” Zane started to say but got cut off.

“No, don’t butt in. She could’ve gotten herself killed,” Lucas growled, looking at Zane in disgust. “As for you. Out. Now.” He pointed towards the door and when I didn’t budge, he dragged me out of the room. He didn’t even notice Travis.

When we were out of the ballroom and out on the veranda of the mansion, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back against the brick wall. Pain shot through me but none of that mattered anymore. My own anger fueled me to ignore the pain. I helped so much; probably even outweighed our victory but he couldn’t even give a little thanks.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he growled, having a hard time keeping his canines in place. He was frustrated and annoyed, unable to keep one emotion.

“I’m not your little puppet. I don’t listen to what you tell me,” I smirked. I know I shouldn’t have acted all bitchy but my temper got the best of me.

“Yes, you do,” he scowled before planting a kiss straight on my mouth. I tried to push him off but found myself engulfed in the kiss that was only meant for me and no one else.

My hands were now intertwined in his hair, tugging them. He licked the bottom of my lips and I invited him in my mouth. Our tongues tangled as was our bodies that were pressed tightly behind the brick wall. It was the first time we actually kissed and his kiss was compassionate but hungry at the same time. I pulled away, forgetting to breath and gasped for oxygen. Apparently, I was less experienced with kissing than Lucas.

“Alexia, I was so worried,” he sighed, hugging me in his warm body. It felt like hugging a teddy bear…a tall, muscled teddy bear but the fact that his hug made me feel much better made the metaphor fit in my mind.

“Well, don’t be. I’m not going to be some dependent girl who always needs a guy by her side,” I argued. I really didn’t plan my life to be mated with a powerful guy who thought I needed protection. I wanted to grow into my own person, not someone who wants to shape and mold the way they want me to be.

“Just please don’t put yourself out there again because then I would be too distracted on protecting you than actually fighting,” Lucas muttered in my ear, putting his arms around me, his chin in my hair.

That’s exactly what Zane had said.

“Hey, um, the Elders want a meeting. They’re in your office along with Jace and Travis,” Zane cleared his voice. His eyes were clouded and his teeth were set to grind but he didn’t say anything. He tried to look neutral and happy when he caught me staring at him.

You can’t fool me Zane. What’s wrong? I said, directing my thoughts only to him, our own private conversation.

It’s you with him.  I don’t like it. Do you really feel happy with him? he asked, not completely sure.

Yes, I think so. I answered.

I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I heard he was a heartbreaker.

Keyword is was, Zane. And I’ll break his heart before he does mine so don’t worry so much.

A grin passed the two of us and we received a confused look from Lucas but he realized what we were doing.

“The traitor is back?” Lucas cleared his voice, asking Zane directly.

“Yes, but I don’t know if he’s exactly a traitor. He did help us kill his own kind and told us he had news about the murder case,” Zane answered stiffly when he said ‘murder case.’

“We should still be on guard. Come on, the Elders are very impatient,” Lucas said knowingly.