"Oh great, look at her, just like her mother." Sebastian grumbled, staring at his six-year-old daughter in deep dismay as she clung to the older werechild.

Beside him his wife was laughing. Massie felt her daughter really was like herself—once she picked the boy she liked she stuck to him like a leech. "She's so cute!" Then, deciding to address the situation before Sebastian did something drastic, she called out to her. "Milania! Why are you bothering poor Luke!"

"But mommy!" The little girl wailed, still clutching the young boy with all her might. Her wavy hair was in disarray from all the exertion to stay attached to him. "He said he doesn't want to play with me!"

Luke, though only eight years old sighed with a wisdom that preceded his age. He continued to try to pluck off the little girl gently. "Mila, I told you we'll play later. You can't join us now because it's boys only. You joined last time and got hurt. I don't want you to cry again."

"No, no, no!" She cried, refusing to let go.

Sebastian rubbed his temples. The idea of his little girl infatuated at only six was enough to make him irate. What would it be like when she was older? How many men would he have to scare away? At least she favored Luke, who was a good kid in his eyes. Within seconds he snatched his daughter off and placed her over his shoulders. The little girl pulled her daddy's hair in displeasure. "Put me back down!"

Sebastian ignored her and gestured Luke with a tilt of his head in the direction of the other boys. "You can go ahead Luke."

Immediately he ran to join the others, a wide smile on his face. Massie knew that would only be the first of Sebastian's intervening with the kind of daughter they had in their hands.

>>

At eleven years old Milania grew concerned she wasn't "cool" enough to hang out with Luke anymore. He had so many friends he could barely hang out with her now. They did cool things, like jump off high distances into the lake nearby. They even got to play with the dirt bikes!

"It's okay sweetie. Daddy gives you permission to treat all boys like they're dogs with cooties." Her father said, typing away in his study.

Milania gave him a look. "Daddy, cooties don't exist." She groused. She then turned to her mother for what to do, as she always had the best advice.

Massie put a finger on her chin. "Well, how about this full week you help me and grandma with the gardening instead of hanging out with Luke."

Milania frowned, not liking the prospect of losing time with her crush. "Why would I do that?" She wanted to spend more time with Luke, not less.

"I'll tell you a secret. If you leave boys alone for a little bit, they start to miss you more."

Her eyes shined. "Really?!"

Her mother kissed her forehead. "It's worth a try."

And so it was. For the next seven days Milania followed her mother and grandmother into the flower fields and helped aunt Kristen with some herbs. It was quite wonderful, as the flowers gave an amazing fragrance and she was able to learn a few things about healing.

Once next week rolled around, she would have totally forgotten about going back to spending time with Luke except as she was reaching her room she found him at the door.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" She was surprised. He never came to her door before. It made her really happy.

Luke opened his arms wide. "Come Princess, I missed you."

Milania ran to him and hugged him with all her might. Her mother was right, boys miss you when you leave them alone. She would do it more now, that way Luke would come to her door more often.

>>

At sixteen years old Milania felt true jealousy for the first time. Luke was talking to a really pretty girl. An older girl with nice hair and nice eyes, but most importantly a nice body. Milania really wanted one of those. Her body was a little slow to grow into her curves. She looked nothing like her mother had at her age. What was wrong with her?

"Is she going to be your girl-friend?" Milania confronted him, crossing her arms in frustration. Any minute now she would blow up.

Luke was hers first. Why did she-wolves now start to notice him? It must be because he was bigger now. He had filled out rather nicely and was one of the tallest weremen. Very strong too, with muscles Milania wanted to touch. Dad said it was inappropriate to touch wereman like that though. He said to stay away. Mom said she could hug and kiss on the cheek, those were safe.

"Mila, why are you angry?" He ruffled her hair as if she were a little kid. Which she was not! Soon she would be a grown werewoman. "Emily needs help with her defense. I'm helping her so she gets stronger." Luke explained.

Milania didn't feel better though. She's seen the way Emily looks at him. She sometimes trips on purpose so that he catches her and it works every time. One time she tripped and kissed him on the lips ever so lightly. That she-wolf was horrible. But thankfully after that Luke never let it happen again. He even pretended it didn't happen when she pulled away from him with a sneaky smile.

Luke never had a girl-friend before and thus that was his first kiss. It made Milania very angry that this girl stole that from her, but Luke said it didn't count because it has to come both ways, so by his definition she wanted to be his first kiss and that he be hers.

"I still don't like her!" Milania expressed, her face still sour.

"You have no choice in this, I will help her." He said sternly.

Milania pouted. That was so like him. Helping people all the time. She much preferred it when he helped the boys, not the girls. The girls flirted too much with him.

Viewing her pout, Luke kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck. "Go to your training Milania, I'll see you later."

"Fine!" She snapped.

She heard his soft laughter behind her as she stomped away in a huff.

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At eighteen years old Milania understood that women had amazing superpowers, and it had nothing to do with physical strength. She would use these powers against Luke, as after her eighteenth birthday he's been acting different.

Before, he used to ruffle her hair and crack jokes with her. They would watch funny movies in her television and do homework together. But he was no longer in high school. He was a sophomore college student, and so he was busy doing most things at the campus.

Milania was disappointed he didn't hang out with her as much. She had even tried to stay away from him for a week but it didn't work. He wasn't at her door. She would use her superpower this time.

"Luke..." She said through the phone, feigning sadness. "I need some help."

Immediately he stood to attention, his voice urgent. "Mila, what's wrong? Are you hurt, do you need me to come get you from somewhere?" She heard him go to quieter place in order to hear her better.

Milania had to stop herself from sounding elated. She loved it when he got all distressed and worried over her, it was very pleasing to say the least. "I'm not physically hurt. It's just..." She heaved a sigh of desolation, one of great grief. Hopefully he bought it. "Can you please come home? I'm in my room and I can only explain this to you in person."

"Of course, I'll be right there." He promised. She could hear the concern that laced his voice. He would be leaving the campus right now and get there in no more than twenty minutes. They gave their farewells and hung up.

Once she hit the red button Milania smiled mischievously. Her mother said sometimes men need a little scare to see what they may lose, just a little bump in the right direction. Today, she would be doing just that.

She sat in the middle of the bed, wearing some nice shorts and a sweetheart neckline blouse. On her neck hung a beautiful necklace Luke bought for her birthday not too long ago. It was of two intertwined hearts. He evaded her questions when she asked what it meant, and quickly turned it to another topic.

Every year he never failed to get her something. He really was a wonderful wereman, always so attentive to the days that mattered to her. Her dad even said he was good, so that must be true.

As promised Luke arrived. He knocked on her door, something two years ago he would have never done, but he did so now.

"Come in!" Milania called, morphing her features into one of distress.

Her lips had a fresh layer of chapstick and her hair was brushed with no tangles. She made it fall effortlessly to one side so that it exposed a side of her neck.

Luke burst into her room and closed the door behind him. His eyebrows tugged together with worry as he sat near her at the edge of her bed. "What's wrong Mila?"

Immediately she flowed into her role. "This is the first time it's ever happened before so I don't know what to do! A wereman in our pack wrote a love letter to me a month ago. It was a lovely letter, but I didn't know who it was from."

Milania saw how Luke's eyes went from worried to a hard look. She had to try really hard to keep from smiling, because she barely started and her superpowers were already working.

"Go on." He said, his voice lowering to a clipped tone.

"I thought that would be the end of it but then a week later he sent me another one. Then another the week following after. So last Friday I determined to find out who it was. He left it every Saturday taped outside my window so I prepared to catch him.

"Except...when I saw him I froze up. I didn't know what to say so I didn't confront him and let him go. He still believes no one saw him, that I still don't know who he is. Today I caught him looking at me during lunch. Should I wait for him to confess himself or should I go to him myself to speed things up? I don't want to mess this up!" She stressed, appearing to be at complete loss of what to do.

Luke's lips fell to a straight line. She noticed how he gripped her bedcover tightly, causing his arms to flex ever so nicely. "Do you like this guy?" He asked, it sounded more like a threat.

Milania shrugged good-naturally. "He sounded sweet from his letters, but I think I should get to know him better. Do you agree?"

"No." He hissed. Milania's mouth popped open and he continued. "I don't want to see you going anywhere near him. Who is the wereman?" He interrogated.

Milania touched his bicep. "It doesn't matter who he is. Why shouldn't I go up to him? Are you saying he should make the first move?"

Perhaps she was having way too much fun teasing him, but this felt exhilarating! She loved the flame in his eyes and the depth to his tone.

Luke pulled her arm, drawing her closer. He was growing irritated. "Mila, tell me his name. I want to know who this wereman is that leaves foolish letters outside your window."

Milania peered at him through her lashes, almost losing herself in admiration of his handsome features. She pouted. "The letters are sweet, not foolish!" She defended.

"I can write you better letters than he ever could!" He growled.

Milania appeared aghast. "And why is that?"

His hand rose to the necklace she wore, brushing against the skin of her chest. "Because I'm the one who loves you, not him!"

"Yes! I knew it!" She cried, losing her cover altogether and pulling him deeper into her bed.

Luke gaze at her hugging form astounded. Did Milania just play him?! Only minutes ago she was distressed over a wereman who sent her letters.

Milania gave him a dopy smile. Finally, he admitted it! His eyes narrowed to slits but she didn't care. Her wereman loved her and that's all that mattered.

"Get off! I am so mad at you, there's no guy sending you letters is there?" He began to push her away.

Good thing Milania was an expert in holding on and tight grips, she had this practiced since over ten years of them playing together. "Oh c'mon, don't be so mad. We're in love!" She celebrated.

Milania let go of him and plopped on her bed with a wistful sigh. Luke was ready to hop off her bed and give her a good scolding except when she put her arms behind her neck like that her shirt rose and it was showing her smooth, flat stomach. He liked it. A lot. Luke blushed.

The werewoman smirked. Time for her second superpower. "Do you forgive me?" She asked.

Luke grunted, forcing his eyes away from her abdomen. Milania sat up again and leaned into him, making the collar of her shirt fall just so it happens to give him a nice view of her breasts. Two years did wonders for her and she was plump in the right places. Luke had no idea the number of weremen that eyed her when he went away for classes. Had it not been for her intimidating father they would have no doubt flirted with her.

"So... is that a yes?"

Luke gulped, his cheeks turning redder as his eyes betrayed him by lowering to see her heaving chest. With the necklace he bought her pointing right in the middle it was making things difficult. He couldn't do something rash and make Alpha regret allowing him so close to his daughter. He was the only one with that privilege, the others were brusquely turned away.

"Um, Milania..." he said nervously. He looked away to his left.

"Mmhmm?" She said innocently, sitting up straight to not torture him any longer. At least he knew well and good she was no longer a little girl to coddle. She was a werewoman. A werewoman who wanted him.

He cleared his throat. "Uh, nothing. I forgive you. Just please promise to never wear this shirt outside your room."

Milania rolled her eyes. "This shirt is cute. Why would I not."

Taking note of her new posture, Luke drew a sigh of relief and met her eyes again. "Because, depending on your position I can see certain things that I don't want any other wereman to see it. Will you comply or not?" He returned to his previous stern voice.

Milania liked talking to his father better sometimes. He was much more fun and easy going. His mother was a little more serious, maybe that's who he got it from.

Deciding to not rile him any further, she bobbed her head in compliance.

Luke smiled, seeming pleased with her easy agreement. Then, to her surprise, she felt hands on her waist and a kiss to her lips. Their first one. It was soft and loving, and Milania was more than happy to comply in this. She immediately opened her lips and their tongues danced as though they knew each other all along. He pulled her closer, hugging her with deep affection and peppered her with kisses all over her face.

He dove to her lips again, taking his time as he explored her. She felt his hands trail up and down her sides, as though relishing the feel of her in his arms. When he pulled away his eyes were shining. "I really do love you Mila. I was waiting for the right time."

She nuzzled his neck with great reprieve. Her superpowers had worked! "I love you too!" She expressed.

And their foreheads joined together with two warm-hearted smiles.