Miguel's feelings for you were tangible and clear as the purest crystal water — especially after the imprinting that happened between the two of you.

Actually, between Miguel and you, since it was notable that you always fought him as much as possible to stay away from him and not reciprocate his feelings for you.

O'Hara was the eldest son of one of your father's friends, with the move to a new city you found yourself alone and without much company, which led your father to ask the Mexican to help you get to know the city — so, as his eyes met you for the first time, he finally felt the imprinting that they talked about so much in his werewolf village, as if every cell called for you and a genuine despair would come over him if he was too away from you or without hearing from you for a considerably long time.

However as much as he tried to show you how much he wanted you, how much he needed you — you seemed to avoid him, even though he showed you his secret of being a werewolf and being able to think rationally even after being transformed... Nothing seemed to surprise you and not even take you to him, even if you were forced to be friends with him because there was no one else in the new city so close to you.

But he would never give up, you were going to be his no matter what the cost.

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Again it was a cold night where you tried to sleep, the cold breeze came through the open window and it cooled you down a little from the hot room you were in - but when you least expected it, you heard a typical wolf howl, then hearing someone climb through your window and seeing Miguel's shirtless, muscular, tanned and panting figure there - he was dripping wet probably from being in the forest and passing through the puddles of water there.

"Can't you sleep, pretty boy?"Miguel spoke with a charming and calm smile as always, showing his canines and perfectly white teeth as he leaned on your window sill just looking at you — he knew you were going to scold him for coming in there but honestly he didn't care. It didn't matter, it had been a day since he had smelled you or seen your face... He was already practically in withdrawal.

"You know I can't stay away from you, I didn't choose to have this destiny... But I have it and you are in it, because you just can't accept my feelings and protection."The Mexican speaks with a sad smile while he is still dripping in the water and his denim shorts stick to his muscular thighs, he runs his hand through his hair while the weak light of the moon illuminates him — and like a whimpering puppy he looks at you with his brown eyes.

"Can I at least sleep here? I don't want to go back to my village today."It was like a plea, you didn't know if it was true or not, after all Miguel was always a mystery to read — but one thing was certain, he needed you that night.