A week off work was quite relaxing! I got to rest, recuperate, sleep in and have baths and naps whenever I felt it warranted.

My depo appointment was boring. Just the usual. Bend over and get a needle in the ass.

Easy work.

Thursday evening I went to the local salon and had my waxing done. Legs, underarms and pubic area.

Being hair free makes me feel sexy, I have no idea why.

The guys had left me alone to rest and recover for the entire week. I felt lonely for the first time in ages. I have no female friends as I got hurt so much by bitching and lies when I was a teenager, so I took comfort in men and their dicks.

Once I was out of school, women saw me as a threat, thinking I'd steal their boyfriends or whatnot because of my reputation. That's not who I am. I always made sure my sexual partners were single first!!

Now, Saturday night, I am sat in front of the television with a large pepperoni pizza, popcorn, a bottle of diet coke and X Factor on.

"Get him off!" I shout out at the TV, throwing a handful of popcorn at the screen.

I admit, I get slightly violent at annoying situations and pathetic singers. X Factor is my secret passion, but I get so riled up when idiotic, tone deaf losers seem to think they can sing in tune!

"Oh seriously, do you really think you have a good voice? Get. Off. The. Stage." I groan at an idiotic, camp looking male who's singing Live While We're Young by One Direction, while popping his hip dramatically and screeching at the top of his oversized lungs. "I hope you realise you sound like a baboon on steroids?!"

I hear deep booming laughter behind me, and dart my head to the sound of the voice, only to be greeted with a harsh punch in the face.

Who the...?

I taste blood in my mouth, and I look up dazed into glittering green eyes. Who the hell is this man??

"Oh, hello sweetheart, I'm here to take you back to my master. He wants you. Time to go, baby." The guy states, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

My jaw drops, I shake my head furiously and my heartbeat increases a million times a minute.

"I am not going anywhere with you!" I screech, staring to get angry alongside my wolf.

The guy laughs again. "Oh, you tell the funniest jokes!" His poker face returns. "Oh, you will be coming with me bitch... or I'll make you."

My wolf growls inside my head. 'Like fuck are we! That idiot is only human. We could take him!'

I smirk, acknowledging this vital little piece of information, and stand from my space on the sofa. "Try and make me."

His face falls. "You think you can beat me? You're nothing but a weak little girl. I can, and will, make you. Just you watch." He threatens, making me laugh.

I feel my eyes darken, and the guy's face falls, his eyes widen in shock, my wolf starts to take over, wanting that idiot dead.

"Try me." I hiss.

Swallowing his fear, I watch as his stance changes, the son of a bitch stalks towards me, emulating power and dominance, but for the first time it doesn't have any effect on me.

This man is not my master, or my mate, and I have control.

I change my stance, readying myself to fight. Feeling cocky, I raise my hand, palm up, and beckon him foreword.

I had plenty of fight training in my teens as part of pack protection. "I'm ready."

Pulling his arm back, he squeezes his large hand into a fist, swinging it foreword in hope of punching me. Little does he know, I have restraint training and I grab his wrist, flip over his back and snap his arm with a loud crack, making him scream in pain and fury.

"You bitch!" He screams, clutching his damaged arm. "You're gonna pay!"

I smirk, crossing my arms in defiance. "I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!"

That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!"

I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically.

Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

I sigh. I've dealt with this many times before. Just because of Dean and his rank in the social and financial world, people find out what he does and who with, and try to use it against him.

I've been pursued a few times now, and as you can see, it hasn't worked!

"You really think that's gonna work on me? I have a Dom, and I won't be swapping to Doms who aren't as experienced as I'd like. My Dom knows how to treat me, and I like it! You can either give up and tell your 'client' I'm taken, or you can fight me and lose. Most likely, end up dead." I explain, my hands placed on my hips in defiance.

Mr GreenEyes smirks, and stalks again, his broken arm placed gingerly on his chest. Does he really think he has a chance? I'm a frickin' wolf!!

I'll let him make his move before I kill him. Fucking arsehole.

I decide I need to inform my mate, who is also the pack Alpha of what is happening, so quickly open my mind.

'Holden!!' I screech in my head.

I feel a jump of shock inside the walls of my brain.

'Lizzie?'

'Yes! I have an intruder. Human, but he's threatening to kidnap me. I don't want to, but I'm going to either injure or kill him.'

I don't hear anything else. Does Holden care about me? Rude!!

I don't have time to ponder as the idiot in my flat reaches me, attempting to grab my throat with his able hand. I roll my eyes, humouring him, waiting for him to give up.

I'm a shifter wolf, so normal human strength doesn't come close to mine. The pressure he's putting on my neck just feels like something slightly poking me.

I roll my eyes, bored.

Mr GreenEyes gets impatient and huffs, letting go.

I cross my arms again and sigh while shaking my head. "Well, that was exciting. Can you give up and go now?"

He grits his teeth audibly, and pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. I roll my eyes. "If they're normal handcuffs, I'll be able to break out of them in a matter of seconds. You had better give up now and save yourself an early grave."

Just then, as the incredibly dumb human tries to handcuff me with his one capable hand, my front door crashes down to the floor with a bang.

Standing in the door way is...

Holden, Dean, and a few other men that smell like wolves.

All with murderous looks on their faces.

My hands are cuffed behind my back, and I feel bored. Get this over and done with already!!

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Dean roars in anger, stalking toward us, his eyes jet black, his features vibrating in anger.

Mr GreenEyes finally starts to look panicked. His eyes darts around the room, obviously trying to find an escape route.

I pull against the restraints of the metal handcuffs, snapping them clean off my wrists.

I am pissed!

I stalk towards Mr GreenEyes, feeling my wolf slip to the surface.

"You came into MY flat, tried to kidnap and hurt me! Punched me in the face, and threatened me! You are a disgusting, pathetic human and I'm not gonna stop whatever these men decide to do with you. You brought this on yourself!" I stand right in his face. "First, I think I deserve to relieve a little anger out on you!"

I flex my shoulders, and clench my fists, I want him to pay!

Fucking pissed doesn't even come close!

In a flash, I strike. Throwing my fist in his nose, stomach, my knee in his groin, and stamp my heel on his foot. He groans, cries and screams in pain before falling on the floor.

I stand over his cringing figure, spit in his face before sneering. "I warned you. You didn't listen. What I did to you is nothing compared to what might happen to you! I don't want to see your face ever again or I promise, you will die."

I kick him once in the ribs, making him groan, before walking out of the room to my bedroom, slamming the door shut with fury.

I curl up on my bed, the anger evaporating, and turning to the overwhelming emotion of fear and worry. Nobody had ever tried to kidnap me before for a Dom, only pursue me with letters, bribes and harassing phone calls.

Tears stream down my face, the adrenaline receding from my veins and I start to shake.

I force the thick duvet over me, covering my entire body in feather down as I try to hide from the world.

I hear grunts and groans and a stifled scream coming from my living room, my tears filling my eyes faster than before.

I can't stand hearing the noises I am right now.

I feel as though I've returned to the frightened, lonely, fragile girl I was in my teen years.

Unable to handle confrontation, fearing the slightest noise ,and staying far well away from people and intimacy.

Hearing my bedroom door click open, I flinch, tightly holding the duvet around my shaking figure.

"Go away. Please?" I whimper. "Just go away!"

"Hey, hey, hey..." It's Dean's soothing voice. "He's gone, baby. Don't worry. You're safe."

I feel him sit on my bed just beside my hands, which are clutching at the duvet.

The tears don't halt, continuously sweeping my face, hot salty rivers down my shaken, cringing face.

I feel someone sit on the other side of my bed. "Hey sweetheart. You're safe. Come out. Please?" It's Holden.

They're both here!

For me!

What do I do though?

I can't seem to pull out of my panic, or my cover.

I'm frozen solid.

My body curled in a fetal position, my hands gripping the duvet around me like a cocoon.

"Come on, Lizzie. We both want to see that you're ok, and behind that cover, you're masked. We can't see you." Dean says gently.

What do I do?

Can I unglue myself from the position I'm in?

Can I unglue my mind from the frame it's in?

When you're alone inside your head, and unable to pull yourself out of the funk, you end up going crazy!!

So far, I've been alone for a total of 2 weeks and 4 days.

I've pushed away Dean and Holden, not letting them near me. I'm not doing anything apart from going to work, acting like a zombie, just about handling my duties and jobs. When I go home, I stay in my room and huddle up in the duvet.

I'm just about managing a bunch of grapes or a satsuma a day. I've already lost 9lb!

As a wolf, I should be eating a lot more, and as I haven't been keeping up my usual diet, my wolf has gone into hibernation.

Like me, really.

I don't know why I've turned into this emotionless soul, I just can't get over how a human could get inside my flat without me--a shifter--knowing, and was able to freak me out and scare me like he did.

I've dealt with the threats and blackmails from other Doms, but this was one step too far. Making somebody come to my home for force me into changing my Dom. It's quite frightening.

What am I supposed to do?

Which way am I supposed to turn?

I feel so lost, and out of control.

I'm all alone.

"Someone, help me." I whisper, as I curl the duvet around me tighter. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore!"

Tears streak down my face, my heart in my mouth, my deserted stomach churning painfully.

"I'm so lost!" I whimper, and close my eyes, attempting to halt the tears, failing miserably.

I'm vulnerable, broken, and for the first time in 3 years, I miss my parents. I need their words of advice, their knowledge and wisdom.

Despite our distant relationship, they were always there when I needed them. I took them for granted and I regret not trying to build on our lacking family unit.

I can never go back and change things!

How can I move on without this undeniable guilt? How can I be happy again?

How can I chose between my mate and my Dom?

What do I want more?

Who do I want more?

Dean, an incredible, strong, supportive, charming and generous man who wants for me to be happy... and he loves me!

Or

Holden, my mate, the man made to be with me. The person who is supposed to accept me despite my many flaws. He is loving, caring, supportive, and oh so patient! He also understands me!

Why do I feel such a strong connection with both of them?

Somehow, I have the same incredible tingles and sparks when I'm with them both, they just call to a different part of my brain. Dean calls to my desire, my passion and my pleasure, whereas Holden calls to my heart, my wolf and my sense of longing.

How am I supposed to choose?

~*~

"Right! Get out of bed... now! You need to shower, eat and get out of this god forsaken flat!"

I jump up in my bed, startled awake by a loud, booming and commanding voice.

As my eyes adjust to the light, I see Dean stood there, his hands on his hips, looking at me with displeasure and impatience.

"Noooo! I don't wanna." I moan, shoving a pillow over my head.

"Nope!" Dean snaps, yanking the pillow and duvet off of me and the bed, throwing them to the floor.

I whimper, curling my naked body up in a ball, trying to hide away.

Dean sighs, and climbs onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me and comforting me.

"Lizzie, baby. Please? I can't keep seeing you like this. You're lifeless! You're an emotionless zombie and I can't handle it anymore!"

I look up into his pained eyes, glazed over with tears as he strokes my cheek tenderly.

I don't know how, but seeing Dean in pain upsets me. I want to help him, to take his pain away.

"Dean! Please don't feel pain for me. I don't deserve your pain or sympathy." I whisper, my voice breaking.

Just seeing him like this produces an overwhelming, uncontrollable, aching pain spear through my heart.

"I can't keep seeing you so fragile and vulnerable Lizzie! I love you and it hurts me deeply to see you so pained. I don't know why it cuts me so deep. It hurts not only me, but my wolf too!" Dean whimpers, for the first time showing his weaker side.

My wolf howls in my head, making me cringe.

'We have to help him.' She whimpers. 'We love him, Lizzie! Make him happy again! I can't see him hurting like this!'

This confuses me. How could my wolf be hurt by Dean hurting?

What does he have to do with my wolf?

I push that question to the back of my mind, and I decide to listen to my wolf. Heal him!

Now!

I uncurl my body, slipping my legs in between his. I grab his face with my hands, pulling it down so I can kiss him.

As his lips crash against mine, my insides melt in ecstasy.

I dive my tongue inside his warm, sweet mouth, massaging it against his.

Dean always tastes divine!

We battle for dominance with our tongues, fighting for control. Dean manages to win as my submissive role kicks in.

Dean slides his hands over my bare skin, causing goosebumps to raise all over my body. Powerful and pleasurable shocks slip through my veins, causing me to moan involuntarily.

"Oh baby, I want you! Do you want me?" Dean murmurs against my lips huskily, the palms of his hands skimming over my nipples.

Oh, he is a god! My god.

"Yes, Dean. Yes!" I gasp, grabbing his shirt in my grip, holding him close. "Take me! Pleasure me. Please?! I can't take this feeling anymore!"

My core is heating painfully, every nerve ending a live wire. My wolf is whimpering with need.

It hurts! It actually hurts!

"Holy shit, you're in heat baby! That's what that scent is!"

"I... err... I don't know if I can make that pain go away! Only your mate can ease the pain." Dean breathes. I see shock, need and passion in his eyes as he tries to restrain himself.

Swallowing hard, I let his words sink in. I'm in heat?

I've only had one heat before, and it was a fortnight after I first shifted at 15. It was excruciating and I had to stay in my room for 2 long painful weeks, before it finally passed.

"Try, Dean! Please try!" I whimper.

I need him right now.

I am burning up beyond anything I have ever felt before, it's as though Dean has brought this on!

It only started when Dean put his arms around me.

He caused this!!

"Dean! NOW!" I scream, my back arching as the pain spikes furiously.

A loud sexual moan emanates from Dean's parted lips, and his self control waivers as he crashes his lips to mine again.

All I can feel and think of is Dean.

The way his hands touch me, the way his lips move against mine, his weight on top of me, his musky sweet breath, the feel of shirt and tailored trousers against my over sensitive bare skin.

It's like the most intense feeling I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I just don't want it to end.

Dean's lips travel down over my jaw to my neck and my throat. Loud whimpers leaving my body with need begging in them.

I feel as Dean's hands work their way down my body, over my breasts and down my hips to my thighs, gently massaging them in a sensual manner.

"Oh Dean!"

Slowly, achingly slow, Dean slides his right hand between my thighs, stroking his index finger over my swollen bud.

My lips shake as I moan lowly. I need him! Now!

In a quick, surprising moment, Dean rams two fingers deep inside me.

I cry out, my back arching.

In quick succession, Dean's fingers pummel inside me hard, finger fucking me with all his effort.

A slight hint of pain swims through the sea of unadulterated pleasure.

Right now, I couldn't care less about the pain. I want more!

"Fuck me, Dean! Harder!" I scream.

I can't comprehend this increasing pleasure. It's overwhelming.

I'm on the brink of my climax. I need it so badly.

My back arches, my body quivering as the most mind blowing orgasm hits me full pelt.

I scream loudly, my eyes shooting open widely, and the shock of the climax sends me over the edge. Dean gasps out loud as my wetness hits my legs, soaking the bed.

As he eases his movements, I slump back on the bed with exhaustion, breathing heavily, making my throat dry and sore.

Dean is as breathless as I am. I watch as he removes his fingers from my sex and slips them in his mouth, with a kinky look on his face.

"You taste so fucking good, baby! Nobody even compares. You're evocative... so sweet." Dean moans, making my stomach clench in need, the burning has returned with full force.

"Dean... Dean! I want you, but I... I need water first." I gasp.

My heart is pounding out of my chest.

"Ok baby, I'll get you a drink." He murmurs, climbing off the bed and out of the room.

The pain in the pit of my stomach increases with Dean out of the room. I don't have any idea why I feel so in need of him, but I just have to have him.

Dean is my saviour in this very moment.

Returning with a glass of water, Dean helps me sit up to sip some of the cool, clear water.

It feels so refreshing on my dry throat, but it doesn't ease my hot burning pain through the lower half of my body.

I push the glass away when the burning ache becomes too much to handle. "Dean. I need you! Please, make this pain go away! I can't handle this! Now, please! Please!" I beg, tears filling my eyes and they begin to pour down my cheeks.

"Ok, baby. I know it hurts. I will help you." Dean murmurs, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

He stands from the bed, and strips in record time. His glorious body sending my body into overdrive.

When Dean returns to the bed, I grab his arm, yanking him on top of me with all of my pent up wolf strength.

He chuckles, with a grin on his face. "Eager are we, Miss Knight?"

I raise a sarcastic eyebrow. "Would you want me any different?"

Dean grins and shakes his head. "No baby, I wouldn't. Now, let's get rid of that ache? Eh?"

I nod. "Let's!"

Grabbing my calves, Dean positions them over his shoulders before positioning himself against my slit, and slamming into me... hard!

My eyes roll back into my head as Dean manages to hit the ache dead on.

Fast, rough, hard and intense powerful fucking, pushing the burning away with each thrust.

Dean's nails dig into my ass cheeks as he pushes deep inside me with force.

"I. Love. You. So. Much." Dean grunts between thrusts.

Out of my mind, and in cohorts with my wolf, I let those words slip out of my mouth. "I love you too!"

He stops, his eyes wide in shock. "What?" He gasps.

I smile shyly. "I love you, Dean Law."

Dean beams, his eyes bright and a joyous smile spreads across his face.

He leans down to kiss me, a sensual loving kiss. Dean starts moving again, this time slower and passionate.

My first ever time making love, and it's with someone that isn't my mate.

I can handle that if he gets rid of this pain!!

I whimper loudly, gripping onto his biceps as my body begins to feel the start of an insane orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Feel it. Feel me!" Dean grunts. "Cum for me, baby."

I close my eyes, my lips parting as the feeling grows, building higher.

Not only the pleasure from Dean's incredible loving, but the feeling of intense love and emotion for this man makes this act of fornication a whole lot more incredible.

My lips start to quiver, working its way from my lips, all the way down to my toes.

Dean continues to thrust. Slow and intense, until I reach my peak. The burning ache disappears immediately! Relief.

That's what I feel.

Understandable relief.

Dean grunts, and follows suit, cumming inside me with a long relieved sigh.

We lay there together, his head on my chest as we calm our breathing until we inhale and exhale in sync with each other.

"I love you, Lizzie."

"I love you too, Dean."

I feel satiated, relaxed and wanted. I feel cherished. I feel... free.

I may not be able to understand why I feel so strongly for Dean as well as Holden, but I am happy.

Maybe I can figure this out in time?