Tasting All My Mates

305 The Boy Named Argo
Author’s POV:
Years Ago:
The two boys were all set to have fun. As soon as Larry tried to reach between her legs with his nasty dick, he heard a growl in
the distance. Larry and Eric shared a frightened look. The growl turned louder, even so, that it resulted in Emelia waking up.
She frowned in half–sleep, groaning when trying to move. The moment she opened her eyes and saw Larry positioned between
her legs, her breath got stuck in her throat. That wasn‘t the only scare she received. She found Eric holding and pressing his
hand against her mouth.
It wasn‘t something she couldn‘t comprehend.
“Just finish the job so that we can leave quickly,” Eric hissed at Larry for taking too long. Larry shook himself awake and, out of
fear of the growls, tried to reach her again when she started putting up a fight.
“Ugh! Hold her legs still,” Eric grunted, finding it hard to force his hand onto her mouth to silence her.
“She is be—ing so difficult.” Larry growled, “You didn‘t put up a fight when you slept with him!” Larry slapped her across the face,
making her tear up in humiliation and agony.
Sadly, these were the types of boys who thought if you slept with one person, you were public property.
The howls from afar began to approach them, and that‘s when the boys realized they didn‘t have any time for fun.
“Let‘s leave this slut here,” Eric declared sadly. He wished he could have gone far with her, but the werewolf land was a scary
place for them.
Larry too agreed with Eric and put on his pants to head back to the forest. The two sprinted away while they took Emelia‘s coat
so that she could feel the shame when lying there naked.
She did.
She curled into a ball and sobbed, waiting for the werewolf to come and consume her.

The werewolf did come, but he didn‘t aim to kill her or eat her as she was suspecting. He stood beside her in his human form
and took off his coat to cover her body. The moment the fabric landed on her skin, she revealed her face from her hands and
stared at him.
She thought he was a fully turned werewolf, but she was wrong. He was not only in his human form, but looked like he was
fighting with his wolf to not let him come out.
“Come on! Let‘s get you out of here. It’s a full moon; the Alpha‘s and betas will be on a run. If any of them finds you like this, they
will munch on your flesh,” the boy, who seemed her age, held his hand out for her, and Emelia couldn‘t help but accept it.
She got on her feet and instantly slipped into the coat while the boy turned his face to the side.
“I have a small home in the deep woods. You can stay there for the night.” The boy walked ahead while she followed him in
silence. He did hear her sob, but didn‘t force her into telling him why she was crying and what had happened to her. He wanted
her to feel comfortable first.
They reached a small home, more like a cabin, that was under construction.
“Thank you,” she said in a faint tone. As she looked around, she found movie tickets on the wooden table. There was not much
furniture, just a bed, a chair, and a table.
“It‘s alright.” He answered, “I remember you from that night, though.” Once he recalled the night Hazel and Emelia approached
him, asking for his ID, she understood why there were tickets everywhere.
“You are that boy,” she whispered,
“Argo! My name is Argo.” He gave her a weak smile and then pulled a bag of chips from under his bed.
“You can have this. I‘ll go out and eat some fruits.” He seemed like a nice guy, but just broken.
“Thank you, Argo!” She sat down on the bed while he covered her up in a blanket.
“You said it‘s the full moon. Why aren‘t you shifting and going for a run?” She had to move on from the humiliation. At least she
survived. She was thankful enough for that, too.
“I wish I could. But it seems like the Moon Goddess had different plans for me. You see–––I am sorry! I didn‘t catch

your name.” he slapped his forehead, sitting down on a chair and facing her.
“It‘s Emelia!” she answered.
“Emelia!” A smile covered his lips when repeating her name after her, “You see, Emelia, I‘m not a regular wolf. I‘m a mutant.” The
sadness in his eyes broke her heart. “My mother was taken to the lab after my father wrongfully accused her of being a freak.
She wasn‘t. He just didn’t want to do anything with her or the baby in her womb. That‘d be me. He wanted to start anew without
any strings attached to his second chance mate. So the crazy people in the lab did all sorts of
experiments on my mom and by the time she gave birth to me and proved them, she wasn‘t a hybrid or a monster. It was too
late. Before her wolf could wake up to show she was a normal she–wolf, my mom passed away from all the crazy medicines and
drugs they had forced fed her. That left me motherless and also shelterless. They left me in the woods, thinking they could get rid
of their crimes. Little did they know; they had made a mutant like me. Now my wolf has woken up and, sadly, he is just crazy,” he
whispered while rubbing his hands together anxiously. He didn‘t want to be judged, but his life was going to be much harder than
one could imagine.
“You are not a bad person. You fought with your urge to kill me and even saved me. You are a hero to me.” She smiled
sweetly, melting his heart.
“Oh God! I forgot about Shaun. I‘ll need to meet him and let him know why I left so abruptly.” Emelia thought now that her coven
had banished her, she should rather go after her heart‘s desires.
“Shaun? That asshole?” The reaction, however, was not what
she expected.
Who Remembers Argo? Comment down below what you think is going on?