Quinn POV
Fifteen almost sixteen-year-old
As we packed up from the training session that we had just finished, I watched Meg mind-link someone, speak with her father, give him a hug and head into the woods. Where the hell is she going? Why are they letting her walk off into the woods alone? What if she gets hurt? Why the hell am I on the verge of panicking? I know she can take care of herself. Even though I have spent a good part of the last eight months trying to stay away from her. I have still watched her while she is training. I can't count the amount of times that I have had to hold myself back from running onto the field ready to pound whoever she was sparing with. I don't like to see her hurt. I know what I have been doing is hurting her. I just don’t know what else to do. She has had April asking why I was doing what I was doing. She had her brother and the twins ask too. I just wasn’t sure what to tell them all. There was no way I was going to try and explain to my sister that my body doesn’t know the difference between a friend and the other girls. I tried to explain it to the guys and it did go better than I thought it would. Levi wasn’t happy to hear how my body was reacting to his sister, but he and the twins understood too. It seems they have been having some of those embarrassing experiences too. Levi tried to explain to Meg that it wasn’t anything that she did. It was just some stuff that I was going through. He had let me listen in through the mind link. It was nice that she had asked if there was anything she could do to help me. The only thing that I could think of that would help is if she stopped growing. But how do you tell a fifteen-year-old girl to stop growing into a gorgeous, curvy woman? You don’t. The last eight months have not been fun for me either. There have been times that I have walked out of our apartment to have to turn right around and run back to my room with an extremely painful hard-on because her scent was filling the hallway. Or times when she has been in one of the common rooms alone when I've walked in. I want to stay, but I can't. I'm scared about what I might say or worse do if I'm alone with her for too long. It's hard enough to keep myself under control when there are other people with us. I thought that I was getting a handle on my hormones. I've gone on a few dates and everything was fine, no unexpected 'pop-ups', so I thought the worst was over. Then today it didn’t matter where I went all I could do was smell her and all the control I thought I had went right out the window. I couldn’t concentrate on anything I was doing. She had almost caught me. I couldn’t take a chance of rolling around on the ground with her again. I was so desperate to get away from her that I ran right into Reed and just let him take me out of the game.
I was brought out of my thoughts by my Dad yelling for me to hurry up with the cooler I was carrying. I handed the cooler to my Dad for him to put into the back of the truck. “Dad, is it OK if I walk back to the packhouse? I just want some time alone to think about some things.”
“That seems to be going around today,” Mac says as he walks up with some of the other supplies, looking in the direction that Meg walked off to. I follow his gaze, and there is a slight breeze that is carrying her scent. Without even realizing it, I inhaled deeply letting the calming effect that it sometimes has on me drift through my whole body. I open my eyes to see both Dad and Mac giving me a strange look.
Dad smiles “Go on take your walk. Just make sure you’re back in time for supper.”
“Thanks, Dad I’ll see ya later.” As I jog off into the woods. I catch part of Dad and Mac’s conversation. “Do you think they are?”
“Might be he is acting like you did with Kelly”
“Yeah, I don’t want to have to hurt your kid you know, but I will.” I don't hear what Dad's response is, but I hear the two of them chuckling as I step into the tree line from the makeshift parking lot we are in.
I didn’t even think about it I just followed Meg’s scent. I wasn't planning on talking to her, when I first started to follow her I just wanted to make sure she was safe. But I think I want to try and explain things to her. It was the least I could do. I know it is going to be embarrassing as hell but it can’t be any worse than how bad it is making me feel knowing I’m hurting her. As I reach the edge of the clearing near the stream, I see Meg bending over to lay out a blanket. All I can do is stare at her perfectly round ass that is right in front of me. I feel all the blood as it leaves my brain and goes straight south. What was I going to do again? Oh yeah, talk to her. I stood there with my eyes closed picturing the dead mouse that Dad had me clean out of the gym's storage room the other day using that image to help send the blood back where it should be. Taking a death breath through my mouth so I can’t pick up her scent I open my eyes and... Ohhh Fuck. I’m done. Meg is standing there in a green bikini with some kind of white dot pattern on it. I drift my gaze up her toned calf to her supple thigh over her hip to the dip in at her waist. I can see all of her toned abs. They don’t look hard like mine are. They look toned but still soft at the same time. My hands are itching to touch every part of her my eyes just traced. The thought of how soft and silky her skin would feel under my touch. As I look higher her round globes come into view. I think they are even bigger than they were eight months ago. They would feel even better pressed against my chest now. I close my eyes again and start chanting in my head. She is just a friend, she is just a friend, she is just a friend. When am I going to learn that this doesn’t work? I suddenly catch the scent of someone else. I look up to see Matt stepping out of the woods on the other side of the clearing. I watch as he walks up to her asking if he can sit. I was just about to burst out of the trees because there was no way he was going to sit there looking at my girl in a bikini. Wait, what did I just think? Meg’s is not mine. Fuck, my mind is so messed up. Shaking my head to try and get my thoughts straight I look back over towards Meg. She had put her shirt back on. Good now Matt can’t sit there and ogle her. The sound of her giggles reached my ears, Oh Goddess it’s been too long since I’ve heard that beautiful music. I stood there leaning against the tree making sure to keep downwind so Meg wouldn't realize I was there. I know I have no right to be jealous of other guys paying attention to her, but I can't stop it. I hear Meg's alarm go off. I watch as she stands and starts gathering her things. As soon as Matt walks away I hang my head down and turn to start my walk back to the packhouse. As I keep telling myself Meg is just a friend, so even though I don’t like Matt who am I to stop her from going on dates if that is what she wants? I’ve gone on a few with some of the girls from school. So I guess it’s only fair, but why does the thought of it hurt so much?
Quinn POVTwo years later“Meg come on everyone is waiting.” I hollered as I walked down the hall towards the movie theatre. This was supposed to be just us tonight, just the group of us from the ranked families. A time to catch up with each other before school starts up again for my last year. We had all been so busy this summer we hadn’t had the time to hang out as much as we normally do, we had hardly even talked. And once school starts up it will get worse. We had even missed the last two tracker training games, but Dad said that they weren't a big deal anymore.The group of us had always been close, even with the age differences. There was that little bit of time when we were younger that the guys and I had decided that we didn’t want to do ‘girlie things’ with Meg and my younger sister April anymore. But that was before we got older and discovered that there was some ‘girlie stuff’ that could be fun just not with these two. That would just be weird. Meg is just a friend and that
Meg POV I watched as Quinn left. I know I shouldn’t have brought Matt tonight but I thought I could use him to hide behind, a way to hide my feelings. Feelings I shouldn’t be having. I mean it's Quinn. Our future Beta, my long-time friend I can’t have these types of feelings for him. But for the last month or so the thoughts I have been having about him are anything but in the friend zone. They have been there off and on in small amounts ever since that time in the woods when he pinned me to the ground. I am still not sure what I saw when he was in the stream that day, but every once and a while that image pops up in one of my dreams. So I guess I would have to admit that it had been longer than a month they have just gotten stronger in the last month. I have watched him develop, physically as he has increased his training to get ready to go to his Beta training next September after he graduates high school. I hadn’t noticed at first. At least I hadn’t until one of the girls at school
Quinn POV “She can do better than me too,” I mutter to myself as I make my way into the locker room. ‘Ash, what the hell man?’ Now he decides to shut up. His appearance tonight would explain some of my irritation and edginess tonight. Ash hadn’t shut up since Meg walked in. He kept flashing images of her on her knees sucking my dick, my head buried between her legs and the one that almost made me lose control. I had her under me screaming in pleasure. It was so real that I could feel her nails digging into my back and the tightness of her warm, wet pussy squeezing my cock as I drove into her. So when she said that she was going to call Matt I lost it. There was no way that he was going to experience what I had just been thinking about doing. No. Fucking. Way. I had her pinned to the door before I could even fully comprehend what I was doing. “You will not be calling him back.” I’m not sure who was more pissed me or Ash. I stood there holding her against the door trying to calm myself
Meg POV 10 months later Where the hell is he? I have finally got up the courage and now I can’t find him. I have spent this entire school year berating myself about the feelings that I have for Quinn. I just kept telling myself that it was normal teenage hormones. I mean look at the guy. There isn’t a straight female out there who wouldn’t want to at least look at him. I was doing well until about a month ago when that bitch Avery started going on about how Quinn and her were going to be mates. Come on really, there is no way that Quinn’s wolf would be attracted to a bitch like that. Physically, maybe I guess, but personality-wise, never. She is so convinced of it that she has even picked out everything that she wants for their ceremony when they are appointed into the Beta positions. This is just pathic in and of itself because even if she were to turn out to be Quinn's one of his possible choices and for some insane reason he picks her, it could be another five to ten years before
Meg POVI was woken from the restless sleep that I had been having by a thump. Sitting up and turning on the light I can’t see anything that is out of place. Maybe a bird got spooked and hit the window it wouldn’t be the first time that it had happened. I hadn’t been able to get that kiss out of my head I had spent two hours tossing and turning. I had images of Quinn making out with Avery holding her the way he had held me behind the school. Or would he be making out with some other girl? It’s not like he doesn’t have options. Then I thought about how desperate and confused he had sounded when I had blocked him. Maybe I should have given him a chance to explain. I wonder if he is still at the lake. I guess I’m awake now so now is as good of time as any to see if he still wants to talk. As I swing my feet over the edge of the bed they come in contact with a hard lump that groans and the strong scent of wild strawberries hits me. I quickly pull my feet back up and peer over the side. Qu
Quinn POV I really like having these dreams. Dreaming what it would be like to sleep with Meg in my arms. Wake with her in my arms. The only thing better would be for it to be real. Holding Meg against me during that kiss outside the school last night has only made it so that my mind can make holding her in a dream feel so much more realistic. I can feel her perfectly perky breast pressed against my chest while my arms are wrapped around her. The feel of soft skin that I can feel where her shirt has ridden up as I glide my hand down her body following her curves as they dip in at her waist before flaring out at her hip. Following her hip around to what I can only describe as the best ass on the planet. I let my body have its natural reaction to the feel of that warm round globe in my hand that is partially exposed from where her shorts bunched up. I pull her down onto my hardness as I lift my hips to grind against her. The soft moan that she makes sends a sh
Meg POV I’m sitting in the bleacher by the outdoor sparing ring watching the competition that is taking place. Shane, Aaron and Dad hold these about every three months or so to find out where everyone is sitting in their training. I have just finished mine for the day and I’m waiting on the rest of the gang. So we can get things ready for the party tonight. The twins, Shane and Mona are supposed to be going and meeting with a new member of the pack. I think they said her name is Heather and is a half werewolf. She is moving in with her human Grandmother who lives on pack lands after selling the land around her cottage to the pack. So it will be just Levi, April, myself and Quinn setting up. It’s been just over a month now since Quinn showed up in my room drunk the night of his graduation and he hasn’t said a word about it, but then again I haven’t either. I have been wondering if he thinks I don’t know he was there. I know he was there I’m just not s
Meg POV Shane wasn’t even fully out of the way before Avery launched herself at me. I just sidestepped out of the way and watched her sail past me and land with a thump causing a dust cloud to form around her. I still can’t for the life of me figure out why she thought she could win. It would be different if she did the training when she showed up. The most I have ever seen her do is the warm-up stretches. She just goes to the front of the group to make sure that all the guys can get a good look at her ass. As soon as anything useful starts to be taught she’s out of there. Well I can’t say that she leaves, she just sits on the bleachers watching the guys. She has charged at me two more times now and every time she has face-planted on the ground. I’m starting to wonder what she is doing. “Do we need to keep doing this Avery or are we actually going to fight?” “I am fighting. You’re just too scared of me that is why you keep dodging me.”